Dave Strider [au2] (
turntechtrainer) wrote in
towerofanimus2013-02-02 11:09 pm
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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.]
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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He'll glance sometimes to see if he'll recognize anyone he knows, but mostly continues until he reaches the floor with the meadow. It's actually warm, unlike most of the tower.]
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But he grabs hold of Dave's hand anyways. He doesn't think he's ever done this before. Okay, he knows he's never done this before. And maybe he's comparing himselfto the other just a little bit. He should stop that.]
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[Then they were probably going to surprise him with a sharp burst of speed because slow was not Lady B and Dave at all.]
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It's also really nice. The warmth radiating from Lady B that is.] This whole owning Pokemon sit seems pretty fly. [Considering how attached he's gotten to Missy, he can't imagine not falling in love with an entire team of them.]
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He leans forward and laughs quietly. They're about to blow someone's mind.] Punch it.
[The difference is like night and day. One minute they're going normal speeds and suddenly they're blazing over the ground and Dave is grinning like he's crazy. Nothing compares to this in his mind. Flying or riding, the speeds Lady B and Snoop can go are perfect. He leans into the wind, at peace with him and his life because it led to this. Lady B takes a turn in another burst of speed as he whistles. He almost forgets to keep an ear out for his smaller, younger double.
Almost.]
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Despite the rough start and the really possible chance he could have fallen off just now, this was actually pretty exciting.
He doesn't say much passed his initial reaction. He's too busy with his eyes trained on everything moving around them like a blur.]
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Hey. If she wants to think she's the fastest damn thing, I don't see a problem with that.
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Too bad she's also a huge attention whore.
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[But it's also a great thing to wake up too.]
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As much as this place is a shithole, I'm glad you guys showed up. [It makes the situation more bearable.]
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