towerofanimus | 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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I don't remember askin' for a fuckin' sprite to showw up and drip orange blood across the floor a' my respite block.

Makes two of us.

So wwho wwere you before you wwere prototyped?

Dave Strider.

Wwait, you're the one Ter's obsessed wwith, aren't you? Howw are you your owwn fuckin' sprite, that doesn't make any sense.

Alternate future self prototyping.

Oh. Okay. [He's just going to. Sidle past you now, Dave. Into the room.] I'm Eridan.

Cool. [ continues to hover in the doorway. ] You know Terezi?

Yeah she's--

Wwe wwere in the same game session.

Were you one of the decent trolls or one of the shit trolls?

Wwhich ones wwere the decent ones?

The one who thought he was a juggalo. And Terezi, who actually succeeded in getting one of us killed.

Wwell I'm obviously not either a' those.

No kidding.

So wwhy'd you evven fuckin' ask?

I'm trying to work out whether to trust you or stay the fuck away.

You're gonna havve to wwork that one out for yourself. Not like you havve much of a choice, seein' as wwe both livve in this fuckin' room.

Least you're honest and not trying to shove yourself down my throat.

Twwo a you already hate me platonically so I figure my chances are pretty fuckin' loww.

[Yes, Eridan, the appropriate reaction to people ignoring you due to murder is sulkiness.]

You think we're all the same?

You're all fuckin' friends, like real, upright proper sorts a' friends, not fuckin' backstabbers. You probably conspire.

[ eridan that is not what you say to someone whose friends are all dead. ]

We don't.

[Eridan/Lack of Tact otp]

Wwell I don't knoww, I'm just extrapolatin' from wwhat I heard from Kar.

I don't know who that is but it sounds like he doesn't know shit.

Wwell, wwhatevver. It's your fuckin' decision anywway.

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