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[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

Characters: Davesprite and [Bad username or site: towerofanimus title= @ livejournal.com].
Setting: Everywhere, anywhere, all the wheres.
Format: I'll match.
Summary: Davesprite arrives and proceeds to... not flip the fuck out.
Warnings: Bleeding 1/2 bird boy with a bit of a foul mouth.

[ the first thing he does upon waking isn’t panic. he stares at the ceiling, head spinning, confused as all hell because fuck, this isn’t where he remembers being. he reasons that he obviously died finally and really, he isn’t surprised. though it worries him that even after death his stomach and gimpy wing are still dripping goopy goldenrod sprite innards all over his bed, but he doesn’t pay that much mind now. he’ll worry about it later when he’s got his bearings and knows what the fuck happened. are you still supposed to bleed when you’re dead?

when he can finally move, he gets up slowly and sluggishly, puzzling at the outfit that hangs awkwardly off his legless body and up his winged back. so he’s dead and snappily dressed? nice. no, let’s not. in the chest by his bed are the trademark shades he’s never seen without and he moves to rid himself of the strange white outfit before taking to the halls in exploration. ]

[ run into him yourself or let the feathery asshole come to you, either way works here. ]

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[allthefeelings.livejournal.com]

[This place was dumb and it sucked. There was very little about it that wasn't stupid and Eridan had shot his rifle at nearly all of it. So that was enough of that, and he was going back to his room to really give that trunk a better looking through and possibly try and further understand why humans even bothered sleeping on that stupid couch with draperies on it.

When he opens the door, there's a bright orange sprite sort of person in the way and he nearly walks into them. Which is clearly their fault.]

Fuckin' wwatch wwhere you're standin'! [...wait.] Floatin'.

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ oh, great. the afterlife has mutant fish faced freaks wandering around. ] The fuck're you supposed to be?

[allthefeelings.livejournal.com]

I'm a troll, wwhat do you fuckin' think?

[quarkylass]

[ Today, she's staring at the outside, all the clouds and not much else. There's this great view of it from the one room with the flowers on the ceiling -- though Jade knows that there's no glass to keep her from falling, she still sits with her legs dangling off the side as if she doesn't care.

She doesn't hear him float in -- obviously -- but she's humming to herself, a quiet and somewhat somber-sounding tune. ]

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ he hasn't seen her alive in what feels like an eternity. first she was dead then she was alive then she was busy, he was busy; they had shit to do. it's been a long, long time, but it would be a lie to say that he almost didn't recognize her. he wouldn't mistake her for anyone. ]

Hey.

[quarkylass]

[ She hears his voice and turns around; there's a faint bit of recognition on her face, but other than that there's mostly confusion. He's orange and no legs and she doesn't think she's ever seen him in dreams, but she could be mistaken. There's a lot she couldn't remember, without the dreambot.

So she hesitates before answering. The unspoken question of who are you? is pretty obvious. ]

Um. Hi.

[craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com]

[She stumbles upon him in the hallway. She notices pretty quickly that it's a sprite, and then that face is all too familiar when she gets a closer look at it. She's seen two others in the tower with that same annoying face.

She rolls her eyes and lets out an unnecessarily exasperated and dramatic sigh.]

Seriously?? Aren't there enough of you running around already?

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ he's got no idea who she is, what she wants or what the fuck she's talking about. ]

Obviously not.

/casually tags back super late

[craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com]

What kind of dumbass self-prototypes, anyway? Oh wait, that'd be you.

[Rolling her eyes. He may have no idea who she is, but she has a vague idea of him.]

[hweeeeeel.livejournal.com]

[Meredy all but bounds towards him excitedly when she sees him, because he looks kind of like a summon spirit. Did this place also have summon spirits?? She briefly wondered what element he might be.]

Baiba! You are... summon spirit?

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ holy shit this girl is colorful ]

Yeah, sure. We'll go with that.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Guess who's NEVER SEEN THIS BEFORE?

this kid.]

Jegus fuck, I'm surrounded.

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ the feeling is mutual. ]

Hey, good for you.

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

[In a random hallway somewhere]

Hey! A bird ghost! Hiii bird ghost!

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ oh no he's so bad with kids his own age ]

Sup.

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

[Hey, weird bleeding floating bird person thing, hope you don't mind being stared at.]

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ it's cool, it's cool. he's used to it. ]

It's a long story.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[Terezi is wandering the halls, because honestly there isn't much else to do here. Then, she catches a very familiar orange creamsicle scent, mixed with the strangely sharp scent of lemonade. She pauses, lifting her head and sniffing before setting off down the hall towards the source of this strange cocktail.

And yes, at the end of this fruity, delectable rainbow is indeed Davesprite! She knows he doesn't much care for her, but when has that ever stopped a troll?]

Ohhh, look who it is! The coolest sprite in paradox space!

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ he's up to the tip of his wings in trolls, so it's hardly a surprise that terezi's here, too. he should have guessed, really. there's no way paradox space wouldn't take this chance to fuck with him. ]

You know it.

[salamancer.livejournal.com]

[Welp.


The Dave count has officially risen to 3.]

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ you're just jealous of how high the swag count has risen thanks to all of them ]

Sup.

[goingtoloveme.livejournal.com]

[Fluttershy watches him from a distance, eying his wings. He's the first person she's seen who could fly as well!]

Oh--um--hello.

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ is that a horse ]

Are you a horse?

[tortileghostwriter]

[flash of an orange wing in the corner of his eye, and he looks up from his book, Jadesprite? ...oh.

He's not sure whether to turn back to his reading or say something.]

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ lucky him, he won't need to say anything at all. first contact here is via davesprite himself. through the small amount of information he'd gotten from rose, he's pretty sure this guy must be dave lalonde. ]

... Sup.