You say "Goodbye"

[knightime]

Characters: Dave Strider and everyone ever
Setting: Wherever, everywhere, go nuts man
Format: Any; I'll follow whatever you want!
Summary: The best time to arrive somewhere is during an event. That's exactly what seems to have happened for this kid.
Warnings: Dave being an insufferable prick to everyone ever, sass, cussing, copious amounts of swag, Kim trying to get Dave killed in his intro (I'm being serious).


[Room 1-04]
Dave read the letters. He already thought the first one was utter bullshit. His world was destroyed way before this tower saved his ass. Wow, talk about late to the party. He read the second one a little more seriously. Considering that there probably isn't any way out (he's getting too used to being stuck in places, dear god), he should know how to get around.

He changed out of whatever bullshit he woke up in, putting on one of the broken record t-shirts, jeans, and converse. He made sure his shades were placed perfectly over his face before noticing the collar around his neck.

Dave tapped his finger against the collar, shook his head and headed out.

[Everywhere else ever]
In retrospect, he should have grabbed one of his shitty swords. Oh well.

"Hey." He's probably trying to get your attention. He hates to be the new guy, but Dave really needed to know what he was in for. There had to be more then to what these letters had to say. "On a scale from piece of cake to I warned you dog, how bad of an idea is it to try and get these piece of shits off our necks? We can also use a scale of one to ten if that makes it easier. I would ask where the nearest exit is, but seeing as you're here, it seems like a dumb question to ask."

Comments

Floor 7

[windykind]

Dave never even got past "Hey".

John had been sitting at the edge of the pool in full garb, pushing the water along with little puffs of air. But as soon as he turned around and caught sight of the person talking to him, John jumped right up and ran closer. His face was glowing like a lightbulb. "Dave!"

[knightime]

"Woah. I know I'm irresistible, but you got to chill a bit. People are going to start getting thoughts about us. It's hard to explain the difference between a platonic bromance and a not so platonic bromance." Well. Now he doesn't really mind this place as much. This was a lot better then waiting three years to see your best bro in the flesh.

"Where's the off switch on you, jegus. You're brighter then that shitty green sun." But hey, Dave might be offering up a bit of a smile.

[windykind]

"Oh, sorry." John stopped after he was standing in front of Dave, but the grin was still splitting his face. "It's just that I've been here a really long time--" well okay, more like a few months, but Dave didn't need to know that-- "and I missed you guys! There's so much I have to tell you about this place, Dave. So much." For some reason, he sounds absolutely overjoyed at explaining the nuances of the Hellhole of Animus to a wannabe cool kid.

[knightime]

"How long is a really long time?" You can't see the eyebrow raise behind the shades of his. "Well, you're here and so am I. Yap away, Egderp. I think I can spare you some...tim-I'm not even going to finish that. Holy shit."

Wow, the fact he almost went with it too. God that was lame. Time puns were not funny before, they're not funny now.

[beknightedheroine]

"..Hey."

Sayaka's only a bit under his height, which is pretty impressive for a japanese schoolgirl. She rolls her shoulders in response to his question at first, but was apparently only just stalling while she thought:

"I haven't tried, but I haven't seen anyone without one, so there's your rate of success."

[knightime]

"I guess I more want to know whether or not its a terrible fucking idea. Like, potentially killing me or causing some unfortunate consequence." Maybe he'll leave it alone. If everyone else has one, and it doesn't seem to be causing trouble.

Also, it's kind of stupid to tamper with something he knows jackshit about.

[beknightedheroine]

"Oh."

She wraps a hand around her own (violet) collar, pensive.

"I could try. Doesn't really matter if something happens if I do it."

[scalemate]

Terezi is still shaken from her encounter with Karkat when she hears a very, very familiar voice behind her. She turns and--sure enough, it's Dave. And since there has been a lot of crazy going down in the Tower today, her this is basically the best pick-me-up she could ask for, and she beams at him. "Hey, cool kid!"

[knightime]

Oh, sup Terezi. "Thought you were back flying aimlessly on a speeding meteor, Pyrope. Not that I mind. It's nice to see familiar faces. I mean, we would have been traveling together for three goddamn years, but hey. Stuck in a shitty tower is probably just as good."

[scalemate]

What. She tilts her head, frowning. She really, really hopes he's not crazy. She can't handle any more crazy today. "What are you talking about?"

[cantstopme]

Oh, um... I don't think you can take them off.

[He's tried a bit.]

So... I guess that's a "I warned you dog" or something.

[You sure do talk weird, mister.]

[knightime]

Damn. And here I thought that we were going to go Battle Royale status and have our heads blown to fucking smithereens or some shit.

Cool, thanks for the info though.

[You are tiny. Wow.]

[cantstopme]

Mhm. But don't thank me; you gotta thank the Link who told me.

[Sorry Dave, but your info contacts are in another castle???]

Um... my name is Link, by the way -- I'm a different Link.
I don't know, there's a lot of Links here or something.

[fabricates]

Vriska had been feeling... Strange. Her body was too warm, her blood pusher thrumming too loudly as she prowled the halls. And lucky for her, she hadn't ran into anyone yet since ingesting her food. Which had tasted disgustingly sweet, she noted, as she swiped her tongue over her teeth again to scrub off the taste. She hated sweets.

When she rounded the corner and saw him, it was like something clicked. Her heart was pounding in her ears, and she advanced on him. Had he always looked like that to her? She was pretty sure the answer was no, but-

"Look who's human finally decided to show back up." That statement actually left a really bad taste in her mouth, and she couldn't really be sure why. It shouldn't have?

[knightime]

He looked over at her. He didn't recognize her. She wasn't any of the trolls he met or talked to, he was sure. He had a guessing who she might be, but he didn't want to guess and be incredibly wrong either. That would be embarrassing.

"Heard of me before? I know I'm a pretty popular guy, but it makes it hard to remember names sometimes. All the bitches on me and all." He'll just be as smooth and cool as possible. Dave shoved his hands in his pockets, his posture slouched and relaxed.

Dave had no idea what he was in for obviously.

[fabricates]

This definitely wasn't happening. Her gaze lingered on him longer than she'd preferred, and she quite obviously gave him a once over or two. What was this feeling? She slid closer, closing distance that she would normally keep for her own personal bubble of space. A smirk curled her lips, flashing rows of sharp teeth.

"All the bitches? Please. You've got one, maybe two. Which is pretty unfortunate."

Unfortunate? What was she saying? Well, it felt like the right thing to say, the thing that would satiate the jealousy that bubbled up in her so suddenly it might have winded her if she weren't so affected by... Whatever was affecting her! If she didn't know any better, she'd say she was feeling flushed.

[restitchtime]

[she knows who that is the minute she sees those fucking shades.

well. she knows who it's supposed to be. it's so obviously not Dave Harley (because that would be too convenient, wouldn't it) but it's definitely a Dave if she ever saw one. fucking alternates again.

she barely turns, just cocks her head enough to let him see the sardonic grin on her face. let's see how fast you can make leaps of logic, other Dave.]

Are you trying to imply that I don't want to be on permanent vacation in a slave tower when I could be doing something fucking useful? Because those are fighting words.

[knightime]

[Woah, woah, woah. Hold the goddamn fucking phone.

Who the fuck is she, why does she look a lot like Lalonde, and why is she just as insufferable as him?]

Wow, this is utter bullshit. Are we having some cute fucking roleplay session, or is this place tugging my chain that badly?

And wow, you are probably just as sarcastic as she is. Just cruder and without the finesse. Go back to grade school in douchebaggery. Didn't you know? Vacation on a floating rock with a bunch of crazy trolls is ten times better then a shitty tower that has us collared like bitches.

[restitchtime]

Oh, didn't anybody tell you? This entire setup's a mandatory virtual reality test; better pick a good character or you'll get stuck with a gnome bard or something equally useless.

[she slides her hands into her pockets, eyebrow raising marginally]

Or maybe you already got the short end of the stick, judging from the petty potshots you're taking. Can't think of anything better to say? I hope you know you're just reaffirming my choice to keep my words down to two year old levels.

[finallycowboys]

[Henry was heading towards his room, but oh, look. Kid wearing shades indoors... nice. He'll just blink slowly and wait patiently for him to finish talking.]

Yes, quite. [draws out the drawl of his Irish accent in a painfully sarcastic tone.] Your guess is as good as mine, but I'd like to think it's leaning towards the warning of your fellow dogs.

[knightime]

I guess I won't bother then.

[His shades are cool. You shut up. Plus he needs them for other purposes. That are actually important.]

You haven't tried then, I'm guessing.

[finallycowboys]

Nigh impenetrable. [He gives his own collar a light tap. Of course he has, silly! They still look dumb]

The actual effects of its destruction is a mystery to all of us apparently, but I'd like to think it ends in a grisly scene.

[tortileghostwriter]

[dave doesn't get farther than "hey". he knows that voice. how could he not? it is, was, his. was. a lifetime and a universe ago.

david jerks away, turning about to face him.

Reflections in a mirror of shattered Glas.

¿ǝslǝ ǝuoǝɯos ʇı sı ɹo 'noʎ ʎllɐǝɹ ʇı sI

ok.

ok.

he can do this.

he just. needs to attempt to will the world tree to be quiet.

No.

ugh. without missing a beat...]

Somewhere in the latter end of the scale, to my understanding.

I therefore feel rather safe in stating that in the event that this goes awry for you, that you have been told, dearest twin, forewarned, cautioned, and alerted, pup, as to the potential consequences of such actions and, even more certainly, of the dangers of ftairs.

[Yes, he just pronounced the f.]

[knightime]

[Woah.

Woah.

Woah.

Okay.

No. John told him about this. It's just him. If he was Lalonde. God that's fucked up. Why would anyone want Lalonde and him to be a person? Whatever.]

Wow, he wasn't pulling my leg when he mentioned you. [Oh dear god, Dave doesn't know how to feel about this exactly. Except you talk just as snootily as Rose. Wait.] What the fuck is ftairs? [This was obviously the most important thing to mention.] Seems like introducing ourselves would be ridiculously stupid.

[tortileghostwriter]

Yes, I realize the notion of an Egbert's outlandish claims being truthful must be a massive shock. I'll give you a moment to recover from this earth-shattering revelation, Strider.

[Without missing a beat.]

Stairs.

[Was he really ever this dense? Fuck. He supposed it wasn't entirely unreasonable, his recollection of being Strider felt more like watching someone else's life on a damaged disc.]

I should say so.