towerofanimus | oo1 ; open

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oo1 ; open

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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[ and if we're being honest, that kind of hurts. like a sword to the gut or a knife to the already grotesquely mangled wing. he was sure she at least knew of him through dave or saw him through her viewport or something (wasn't he the one who gave her the idea for jadesprite?), but the evident answer is no; to her he's just some feathery asshole with dave's face. right.

he runs a hand down the back of his neck, as if the gesture could make this awkward silence that keeps stretching magically disappear into thin air. ]

Self-prototyping.

[ She thinks about this. This was a Dave that prototyped himself?

A gasp.

Jade stands and shoves her hands into the pockets of her skirt, hiding the bandages and stitches that remain; it's not a very good attempt since her skirt has so many holes in it, but at least it's worth something. ]

We never met. I, um. I only heard about you, from Rose and Dave, when I got here.

[ She looks down at her feet, not quite sure what to say. ]

[ he still doesn't really get it. they never met--he's aware of that. she had shit to do in their session; he's hardly going to hold it against her. but the fact that she mentions not even knowing of him until showing up here sets off a red flag and he's pretty sure this must be past jade, if a little rattier looking than he expected. ]

It's fine. You're probably from further back in the timeline.

[ Mostly she doesn't want to make him sad. What if he acts like the other Dave? What if she scares him? ]

Yeah, I mean, I never saw my land at all...

[ Well that's one way to put it. She steps closer, somewhat wanting to hug him but not entirely sure how to approach the situation. ]

[ he doesn't move closer but he doesn't step away, either. he'll let her come to him because the last thing he wants to do is breach some unspoken no touching gap. that and he has no idea how to approach to someone who only knows him through stories told by others. ]

So you're from before Egbert got you into the Medium.

Um. Well, I guess you could kind of say that..

[ She stops edging closer. She's not even sure what to say any more, so she decides to forgo the hiding of her injuries and pulls her hands out of her pockets, holding them up. ]

You all disappeared. So I guess I... went a little crazy.

[ she's officially lost him. as far as he knows, nobody disappeared in the alpha session. nobody was uncontactable or missing for any extended period of time and definitely not all at once.

from behind his shades his eyes trace up and down her fingers and—fuck, what did she do? ]

What happened?

[ She looks down at the ground, resisting the urge to run, or perhaps just try and fly off the damn tower. ]

I got...stuck. John didn't get me into the Medium, Rose said he died, but...

[ She was alone.
It was scary, she tore herself up looking for her friends and now she just keeps doing it because it's habit. ]

[ shit.

shit, shit, shit. this all sounds a little familiar. ]

How long were you alone for?

[ don't say four months. don't say four months. don't say four months. please don't say four months. ]

A long time...

[ Oh oops she's going to say it. ]

The lunchtop calendar said four months. I think. I can't remember, it was a long time...

[ he abandoned jade. jade was still alive. she didn't know about the plan to continue the game. through his and rose's insistence to keep playing, she stayed trapped and alone for a third of a year. she's right; it was a long time.

it takes him a minute to find his voice again. ]

... I'm sorry, Jade.

Dave told me you were a bird now....

[ A small smile, though it looks pretty pathetic and she drops it fast. She isn't sure how to respond. ]

I'm sorry. I missed you a lot. And...I'm really sorry. For um. Everything.

Yeah. Because I went back, our timeline ceased to exist.

[ essentially, he'd killed her. what a revelation. ]

Why are you sorry?

I didn't tell you things...and it killed you.

[ Dave had told her to stop scratching at her hands, but she does it anyway, picking at the bandages. ]

That's why I'm sorry. I don't mind if you hate me now or something.

[ Yes she will. But she assumes she'll get over it. In time.]

[ wait, wait, wait... what? ] I didn't die.

[ he has to catch himself from telling her off for picking at her hands, because he has no idea what the protocol is for that kind of thing when you're talking to someone you accidentally killed. ]

I don't hate you.

You don't?

[ She moves forward, slightly stumbling, to wrap her arms around him. She's frail, tiny. The hug is way too wek but she's trying. ]

[ fuck, she's breaking his heart. he is the pimpmaster hustledaddy of many things, but hugs are not exactly his forte. it's one armed and it's a little stiff, but he returns the sentiment. ]

I don't.

[ Jade's usually pretty good with hugs. But right now she's tired and this conversation hurts. ]

Okay. I was really worried that I was the one that made you sad, I...I didn't want to be.

[ relaxing a little, but he's still really stiff. ]

I thought you were dead.

[ A long pause. ]

I wasn't. I mean, I'm not. I didn't die, I just had to watch you in the clouds...

[ Not letting go of this hug. Everything will be okay, right? She hopes so. ]

[ shit, so the entire time, jade was still... ]

Did Rose tell you what happened? What we were actually doing?

[ She would shake her head, but she's currently buried it in spritefeathers. ]

No, she didn't...

[ he'd hug her better, but she's so small he's scared she'll break. ]

The trolls fucked up our timeline. We were trying to fix it.

[ There's a long pause. The trolls were always some sort of insurmountable force for her -- always bothering her, until they suddenly didn't. She almost wishes they could have, if she'd had internet in her ruined world.

Finally, she decides this subject is too painful. She changes it. ]

You're fuzzy.

[ he'd laugh, but he isn't sure he remembers how. ]

That'd be the feathery asshole in me.

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