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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[ not particularly. help is not something he handles well. ]

With?

I can give you the grand tour! Or explain what is going on. Or get you caught up!

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[ he's hardly got anything to lose. ]

Sure.

[She grins. Usually she would link arms or grab his hand or something, but she knows how that will end.]

Follow me! How much do I need to get you caught up on?

Apparently the world got destroyed. That's about all I know.

[She nods.]

I am not sure about your session, but Karkat was sent back to ours somehow, and he said the Veil was almost completely destroyed. Apparently this is supposed to be some haven for us, like whoever is in charge is rescuing us out of the kindness of their hearts! But I don't buy it.

[ he'll just casually pretend he knows who that is ]

My session was nearing the end of the Reckoning.

[She nods, tilting her head up at him.]

Our Medium was in really bad shape, but the lab was still pretty safe. I guess it isn't anymore.

[She shrugs.]

But somehow I was here before. I don't remember anything about it, and apparently I have experienced things in my session since leaving that I hadn't. That doesn't make much sense if our worlds have supposedly been destroyed.

[She's heading towards the stairs now, cane tapping against the floor.]

There are alternates here, too. Two Karkats, and two Tavros. Annndd... [Again, she peers up at him sightlessly.] Alpha Dave is here! But there is another version of him that calls himself David Lalonde. He is so boring and wordy.

[ he nods slowly, not really understanding anything. all these names are weird and confusing. ]

I've met Lalonde.

Ugghhh, he is such a tool!

[Terezi so is every Dave to ever exist.]

But there are a lot of people here we know here. A different version of John, and Rose and Jade. Annnd a bunch of us, too.

[ hey fuck you buddy ]

John's here? Or some hybrid timeline offspring. John Strider.

John... Harley, I think! His hair is really long. But he is still kind of adorably stupid like Egbert.

[ >you try to picture john harley.

> your head explodes. ]

Right.

Sooo... These top two floors are all rooms for people to stay in. The thirteenth floor is some weird, giant room with a bunch of benches and weird disembodied voices.

[ SUDDENLY YOU LIKE THIS TOWER A LOT LESS. ]

What the fuck.

[She tilts her head.]

I think it is some human Jegus thing!

Must be. He's come to spread joy and wonder to all us conksucking fucks down on the lower levels.

[She giggles as they approach the stairs.]

Is that what Jegus does? That is so boring!

Yeah. I think he died a few times or something.

A few times? How did he die a few times?

He was pretty much a wizard. Fanfiction slash protagonist. Miracles brought him back to life.

Human heroes are weird.

[Annnd down the stairs they go!]

[ stairs are easy when you have no legs. ]

He would have looked cooler with a cape or something. Instead of just some sweaty, hairy, bondage-kink dirty dude.

[She wrinkles her nose.]

Why did he keep dying, anyway?

[ squint. he's actually got no idea. ]

I can't remember. Some people didn't like him for some reason so they nailed him to a stick.

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