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towerofanimus2011-08-25 06:23 am
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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. ]
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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She's not used to things that only partway look human talking, but she's not TOO surprised.]Are you... okay? [Because normally bleeding and missing body parts is not a sign of being okay, but it's not like this person seems to be totally 'normal', anyway.]
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[Despite his answer, she can't help eyeing his injuries.]
...There's an infirmary on the second floor. [Just in case, you know, something else happens.
Clearly she is not pretending this is just a sidenote for the sake of his pride.] I thought it might be good to know.no subject
Who're you?
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--Oh! My name is Naminé. ...What's yours?
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She does come from a world with lots of identity issues, after all.] Are you all the same, or...? [Are there Nobodies and something else involved here?]no subject
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No less than her canon, anyway.]...And... who does that make you?
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Alternate future Dave. Davesprite, if you want.
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I guess not.
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... Yeah, I think I do. She'd probably like it here. She was under a lot of stress back where we were.
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