[anonymous text]

[51stcentury]

So. How many of you out there know this Eridan kid? On the ship. One of the trolls, they like to call themselves. Don't you? How many of you are there left here, anyway? There seem to have been an awful lot that rather just filtered through, haven't there.

Anyway, back to the point. Anyone ever heard of anyone named Kar or Fef or anything close to that? I'd love to hear more about them. Especially their friendship with Eridan.

[This next part is rather just specific to a particular Welsh teaboy. He's been leaving notes for him, as soon as Ianto figured it all out. Just a little comment here and there. One by the coffee in the kitchen - 'Just one cup, Jones.' One under his towel in the showers - 'I can see why he likes to compliment that arse ;)' And the most recent one, left on the bed. The new bed, in the new room Ianto moved to to try and get away from him.

'It's awfully lonely without him, isn't it.']

[ooc: with permissions from kurumi and zee of course]

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as if i need to point out this is text

[uncodlyawwesome]

wwould you stop fuckin pickin on me!

[forever anon text, although they both know it's jack]

[51stcentury]

Now who ever said I was picking on you? I'm just trying to figure out the facts here.

[uncodlyawwesome]

i told you the fuckin facts noww fuckin stop it before i come dowwn there an punch you square in your stupid fuckin smirk

[51stcentury]

Come down where? You assume that you'll be able to find me.

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[constructum]

Is there a point to this?

[forever anonymous text]

[51stcentury]

Because it is a curiousity. And curious minds want to know whether he was lying or not.

[constructum]

so the need to call him out like this was needed?

[ voice ]

[coffeeking]

[Ianto feels like he's been going mad, these past weeks. He keeps finding the notes no matter where he tries to hide, but has seen nothing of Jack himself... or rather, the being that now inhabits Jack's body. He's no closer to understanding how to help Jack than he was in the beginning.]

Stop it. Just stop, please. Let him go.

[ locked; voice ]

[51stcentury]

Why? ~Because you love him~? [Mockingly. Oh yes, he knows all about that. He's got access to Jack's memories, after all. And they've been so very entertaining these last few weeks. Also tilde's were the only way to properly express the emotion behind this]

[ locked; voice ]

[coffeeking]

[Breathe. Don't let it get to you. Only it's already burrowed under the skin. There's nothing he can say to this thing to make it see reason; it isn't reasonable. He's doing nothing but playing into its hands. With a choking sound, he abruptly disconnects.]

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[swagneto]

This one doesn't know of the allies yet.

[ And Erik really doesn't, what with the demon filtering through Erik's own memories to sort out what he knows about Eridan, despite having spoken to him on a regular basis. Nevertheless, the text is sent out encrypted on the demon's behalf. ]

But keep an eye on him, he talks to Eridan regularly.

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[51stcentury]

Media vita in morte sumus. [Testing the water, to make sure you are what you say you are]

text | encrypted 100% oh my god flashbacks to latin in hs

[swagneto]

[ He is, and he'll indulge in kind. ]

Praising the Lord, are you? That's such a shame.

[action with eridan]

[51stcentury]

[He's waiting for the young troll to find him. Best make it somewhere they won't be interrupted, and somewhere that Eridan can find him soon enough. So he finds somewhere relatively out of the way, a hallway that he hasn't seen anyone go through in the entire week he's been skulking around on his own, and sits and waits. Let's see if Eridan's as good at tracking someone down as he's been implying he is...]

[uncodlyawwesome]

[Eridan had already started to stalk as soon as Jack had the gall to call him out. Anonymous or not, he knows exactly who he's looking for - and so the anonymous just makes it worse. Because nobody else will know who's being the dick here, and more importantly, it makes it harder for Jones to prove he's right.

Well, not to Eridan. Eridan's pretty sure that this scumsucker isn't all Jack - but that doesn't stop him from wondering about just how much might actually be Jack talking, or Jack thinking, or even just based on thoughts Jack has had, and if Jack has ever thought of Eridan like how he's been treating him now...

Eridan doesn't really want to think about that, because it's stupid and untrue and Jack is an okay guy, would probably be right up there with the more aristocratic landdwellers if he were a troll, and he's... Well, put up with a lot of Eridan's shit, which is kind of hard to ignore. (but what if that's why)

His hand clenches around his communicator (don't think about how Shadow took it from you to try and keep you from doing stupid shit like this once upon a time, Shadow isn't here and neither is Kitten or anyone who could even pass for a moirallegiance) and wishes that it were his wand. He can do some fucking damage with that thing. Has done some damage with that thing. Fuck.

He wanders almost aimlessly, looks everywhere he can think Jack would go, and when he finds him his shoulders get all rigid, like a territorial cat.]

Told you I could fuckin' find you.

[51stcentury]

[He turns, glancing up at the young troll from where he sits against the wall, moving to stand, smiling easily at him as he did.] So you did. Very well done. And here I thought that I was making things difficult for you...

[Of course, he'd wanted Eridan to find him. He'd let him find him. As the tone of his voice suggests quite clearly]

( text )

[purrfectlycute]

:33 < im a furiend of eridans!
:33 < and yes, im a troll too
:33 < i hope he hasnt caused you any troubles
:33 < he does that sometimes :\\

:33 < as fur your question, "kar" and "fef" are other furiends of ours!
:33 < id be glad to tell you all about them, but i cant really speak on eridans behalf
:33 < im sure he wouldnt want me to infringe on his private f33lings and stuff
:33 < its kinda a sensitive subject

( forever anonymous text )

[51stcentury]

A sensitive subject? Why's that?

( FUREVER REGULAR TEXT )

[purrfectlycute]

:33 < beclaws...

[ Since she now has a shaky peace with Eridan, probably not best to tell everyone and anyone she comes across about his supposed murder-y inclinations. ]

:33 < im really not at libpurrty to say
:33 < if eridan doesnt want to talk about it im not going to tell everyone his business
:33 < especially to someone i just met!
:33 < no offense, im sure youre nice enough :33

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[syllogism]

Can't say that I really know Eridan, but I am acquainted with him at the very least.
Who wants to know?

forever anonymous text

[51stcentury]

Inquiring minds.

How well are you acquainted with him, then? And this Kar and Fef that he's mentioned?

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[syllogism]

Barely. I only met him a jump ago.
He likes to talk a big game but certainly doesn't know how to bring it, and I think he gets overly sensitive about things.
Don't know Kar and Fef, either. Maybe they disappeared.
He's whined about how a bunch of friends did that.

regular, very un-anon text forever.

[onteamdyson]

Because that isn't totally creepy...

anon text forever!

[51stcentury]

Is it?

Let me ask you something. Haven't you ever been curious before?

[onteamdyson]

Curiosity tends to murder small, adorable things, so I think it's safe to say that I'd better stay away from it.

You probs should, too, mysteryperson!