towerofanimus | Snoop, we're not in Pokeland, anymore.

Characters: Dave Strider of the game transplant type and YOU
Setting: Outside room 3-04, and the cafeteria
Format: Action but if you want prose, bring it and I'll match you.
Summary: So you heard about those two pokemon trainers? Well there is a third...
Warnings: Language, probably. Will update as needed.

Room 3-04

[Going to bed and waking up somewhere new had only happened twice in Dave's life. He wasn't a fan of before and now is no different. Some part of him expected it. Like how his dreams are full of mazes, the screeching of crows, and death painted in so many colorful ways. Once the waking hour happens, he tends to push it out of his head.

Not thinking about it has been his best friend. Unfortunately, now he has to consider it because of a letter. Then again, if it had been old gold tooth who brought him here, he'd expect to be space dust.

He stands in the hallway just outside room 3-04 and frowns down at his pokegear. The piece of shit just isn't connecting which is stupid. It has perfect signal, usually. Dave is different from the one any tower resident would be familiar with. He's clearly older, fairly tall, and starting to fill out and take on more of a resemblance to his parents.

He stuffs the gear into the pocket of his dark coat and looks to the flame maned unicorn to his left.] Don't look at me, man. I got nothing to even say about this. If you're along for the ride that means either I'm asleep, so, stand by for murder by the ticking clock, or, who even knows.

[He reaches out to pat her nose, giving it a reassuring rub with a sigh.] If it's Team Rocket don't settle for hot foot. Roast their shorts.

Cafeteria

[By this point, he's gotten hungry. Anyone treading into the cafeteria will find one blond haired shade wearing douche of a guy in a dark coat sitting between two large dragons. None of them look all that pleased with the food but they're eating the stupid oatmeal anyway. Dave wasn't the only one that got so hopelessly spoiled on Jane's cooking.

Sitting wrapped up in a knitted scarf (red, green, purple, and blue), is a large egg. Dave keeps checking on it, sometimes shifting so he can keep an eye on his scaled bros and the egg at the same time. After a while he just transfers it to his lap where he knows it will be safe.]

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You came from the same place as the other two, then?

[She cants her head at Dave, but doesn't stop petting the Dragonite, blinking at him slowly.]

...you look older. Than the other Dave, I mean.

[If he didn't know there was another one before, he certainly does now, and she turns her attention back to Snoop with a slight hum.]

Were you in that other place for a long time?

[The dragon is a-ok with all of this attention while her trainer processes what he's being told in silence.] Only for five months. Not enough time to do a bunch of growing. [He's just. Confirming he's other self's time point.]

If by other two you mean one John Egbert and Rose Lalonde with critter armies, then yeah.

Differing points in your respective timelines, then.

[She doesn't know much about the time shenanigans in SBURB, but she knows enough about the time shenanigans in the tower to make educated guesses. She reaches up a little higher to pet Snoop, hmm-ing again.]

And yes, I believe that is them. Was your Brother there as well?

[She likes Bro, and frankly, she can picture him as a Trainer all too easily.]

[Dave is relaxing a little bit. She seems to get the time thing without him having to elaborate. That's a pretty sweet deal. Then she mentions Bro and he pauses like someone kicked him under the table. Snoop however feels she is the most awesome person ever. Yesssss pets.]

...Bro's here too? Teenager or Holy shit you're a tall dude?

[She knows the other Dave well enough to notice surprise when it happens. It's not often, and it's not easy- but noticing things is one of Chidori's more understated talents. His question makes her a little curious though- more variances of people that she might need to expect to run across. How very, very interesting.]

The tall variety. I was unaware that there were any others.

[She pauses in her petting and flicks her eyes upward, considering.]

Would you like me to try and find him for you? I've been meaning to test my range with the 'improvements'...

...yeah, go for it. [He's a little uneasy about the whole idea. What will Bro have seen and dealt with here. What does he know. Probably can't just randomly call him dad from time to time like back in pokeland. Shit.]

Alright.

[It's at that point, of course, that things may get a little disconcerting- especially because she pulls what looks like a gun from the depths of her skirt and brings it up as if it's completely normal. The bang is muffled- she presses it a little harder to her skin than needed in order to manage it- and Medea shimmers briefly into view behind her, a gnarled and shadowy shape.]

...honestly, you're so hard to find, both of you.

[She's not really sure why though. It must be a Strider thing.]

[Whatever he'd been expecting. It wasn't. That.

Well there's something new to haunt his nightmares. Not like that festering pit of shit ever needed new material. Admittedly this is not quite as bad as same of the crap but it's up there a ways.]

That's just how he is. Bro is always hard to track and mysterious.

[She'd be sorry- if she wasn't sure there were worse things than Medea to give him nightmares in the tower, even if she hopes he won't run into them for quite some time still. It takes her another moment of concentration before her head moves up, turns a little, and stares off into space someplace high above them.]

Ah- there we are... He's on the media floor.

[She blinks, and then looks back down at Dave, tilting her head slightly.]

Though I can never be sure how long he'll be in one place.

[He laughs quietly. Bro hasn't changed even if-

Dave's mind stills. What had been settled between them here? If anything. He probably...can't call him dad at random even if Bro knows about their connection. He stands up, pulling with his power. Catching up to his guardian is within his abilities.]

Hey. What's your name? [The gears flare in his eyes behind his shades. He'll be gone the moment he chooses to be.]

[It will probably be awkward. So very, very awkward.]

Chidori Yoshino.

[She senses the slight flare of power, wonders if she's about to see Dave's time abilities firsthand.]

Nice to meet you, Dave.

You too. Thanks.

[Dave calls his pokemon back in their balls and then he's gone in a faint haze of red light.]

Snoop, we're not in Pokeland, anymore.

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