As we sift through the hour glass

[knightime]

Characters: Dave Strider and Open to anyone
Setting: Around the Tower
Format: Either
Summary: It's been forty years from Dave's point of view.
Warnings: Possible mentions of death. Mention of injuries. Dave not being able to talk. Time problems. Replies being made with rememberstime.


[Dorm Levels]
A young man stands in his dorm room.

Hahaha. Except he's been doing this for forty years, so it's not all that surprising. Dave was more mystified over the fact that his Ninetales looks much too young. Hell, he's pretty sure she's in the exact condition she was when he first got her when he turned fourteen. She seems rather confused too, almost not recognizing him for who he is. It's only a brief moment before she's approached Dave and is licking at his hands and headbutting him affectionately.

Dave kneel down to inspect her thoroughly. He felt the strange pause in time. Of course he did. It's impossible not to have felt it at his level. Dave has basically mastered what he can of his aspect. Like a real knight of time.

This? This makes absolutely no sense, not that time ever really did. He inspects her for a minute longer before trying to check the time on the terminals.

Welp. That was a useless endeavor.

Dave beckons her to follow him, intent on leaving the Dorm and out to the other floors. Perhaps you're in the room or perhaps you were looking for Dave right as he's about to head out.

[Floor 38: Lounge]
Dave was sprawled out on one of the beanbags letting Missy run about the room. He usually chooses this floor over floor four, being farther away and making it a little more quiet.

He's got a pad of paper at hand and he's lazily sketching things out. Mainly, Missy, although it's hard when she was all over the place. Not having a camera lead to being out of a hobby. He's picked up drawing again to make up for the inability to take photos. It was a good way to pass time and it was something he could do quietly.

[Floor 3: Library]
He's used the library a lot more since he's gotten older, burying himself in as many books as he can and reading them. Right now? He's seeing if maybe there's anyway to gather information on the current predicament. He highly doubts it, but it's also nice to touch up on things like this anyways.

Maybe he'll just read a really shitty, raunchy, romance novel while he's here.

Comments

[rememberstime]

Dave shrugs. That's not quite how time travel works. He was once his younger self, but he isn't anymore. And his younger self will probably grow up different. Then again, Daves tended to have issue with being grouped as one person, but he wasn't going to dwell on that either.

He doesn't think recording anything would help much, plus he's sure he'll remember what happened anyways.

it makes sense but its off
im not him
or more like
he wont be me
as soon as his timeline shifts from my own we become two separate entities
hell experience different things than i have
its not really fair to lump us as the same person in that regard

this tower isnt too kind
people come and go and they come back with no recollection sometimes
its pretty damn cruel honestly
i dont really need to be remembered persay
hell remember pretty fine and he can avoid whatever mistakes i made

[tohko_amano]

[At that, Tohko sighed again.]

I don't think this has anything to do with time travel..but I do understand what you're saying. And while this Tower is pretty cruel, it would be nice if you could make sure that your younger self could avoid whatever mistakes and dangers you ran into. Recording them would help with that. Remembering would help.

[rememberstime]

youre completely missing the point
this has nothing to do with time travel
its more like the concept of it and how time works
this has to do with the fact that were not the same person
its already been set in stone by the fact that i exist right now
this never happened to me in my timeline
i never got replaced by some older version of me at this point in time
which means hes not going to follow my path in the first place
and youre preaching to the choir
hes already sensitive to these kind of things
everytime he screws up an alternate version of him will take the hit and die
not that it matters to anyone else because only hell remember that
he doesnt need it recorded because he already has an instinctive knowledge of it
he has too because none of us likes seeing dead versions of ourselves pop up

[It kind of is like time travel. All the concepts behind it. Just that, it's also much more complicated than that.]

[tohko_amano]

[Tohko read that note and..sighed. Her version of things was a bit simpler. This was why she avoided time-travel stories that had too much time-travel-it made her head spin.]

But..you are the same person. You've been aged up and given new memories by the Administrators, but you are the same person. At least..that's what I think.

[rememberstime]

[Man just think about the fact that this has to be a detrimental part of his life. You just gotta roll with it.

Dave literally just throws his writing instrument across the room. This is where he's so exasperated because he's already explained this over again oh jeez. He feels like he literally needs to create a doomed version of himself just so they can stand side by side.

But he also thinks she'd still refer to them as the same person. Problems. God damn it, now he's digging into his pocket to see if he even has a spare pencil or pen.]

[tohko_amano]

[It was hard to just roll with stuff like this! And what made the situation all the worse was..that they had two different opinions about what had happened and both were too stubborn to see the other ones viewpoints.

Tohko sighed when Dave threw his pen across the room and ran after it. It was tough to find, but eventually, she came back carrying it.]

Geeze..don't throw your pens around just because you're frustrated! Pens are similar to a chef's pot or silver! They're quite important, so don't fling them around like they're toys!

[rememberstime]

[Except he's completely aware of who he is. He doesn't need to be told that he's Dave. He knows that.]

then dont say stupid shit
i was him
am him
but hell never be me
that would imply that hell eventually follow this same exact path
deal with the same shit
but really
keep jacking this up all you want because it honestly doesnt matter what you think or say
the only opinion that matters about my existence is his and my own
and youre honestly kind of an ass for saying otherwise

[He's actually more irritated at being told that he's the same person than he was outwardly expressing. It would be like Davesprite's existence being invalidated. Davesprite was Dave up until he stopped being Dave. Were they the same person? Yeah. Would Davesprite be considered the same person now? Oh hell no.

Also he throws it again because he's mature and he's getting sick of being reprimanded by her.]

[tohko_amano]

[If he's so mature, then he should stop flinging pens around! Tohko runs for it again, but this time, he doesn't hand it to him.]

Honestly..stop throwing this! If it breaks, it'll be a waste, like a good pot getting thrown out for no reason. And while the younger you may experience things differently, and while you may have some memories that he'll never have to face, he may come to learn and experience some of the same things that you do.

[She gave him the pen again.]

If you toss that again, I'm going to confiscate it.

[rememberstime]

[He isn't mature at all, and he honestly doesn't care if he comes off as immature. He has no reason to try and impress her.

Especially when she's somehow hit every button that legitimately upset him. You just don't tell Daves they're all the same people. It was a rather sensitive and painful subject for him, forty years later.]

you dont have to worry about that
dont talk to me again
if youre going to keep considering us the same exact person than i have no reason to keep a conversation with someone like you

[He puts the pen back in his pocket. All she's done is tell him things he already knows and belittling him at the same time. He has plenty of experiences and he doesn't need someone talking to him as though she did too.]

[tohko_amano]

[When she read that, Tohko sighed again, but..she kept smiling. Smiles were how she tried to deal with sadness.]

..Telling me not to worry isn't going to make me stop worrying. And if you don't want to talk to me, I'm not going to force you to. But..if you want to talk to me again, I would be more than happy to do so.

[Tohko sighed again, picked out three books from the shelf, and started walking off. She was hungry, but she felt like eating in her room today.]