towerofanimus | Glamour Failure

[She doesn't really wanna look up-- or open her eyes-- at this point she just wanted them to be gone after all of this shit that's happened. Actually, it's only kind of on instinct that she jerks her head up when she hears someone familiar, though not someone that lived in this room.]

Dave-- ?!

[She recognizes the voice, and the broken record. And now more than ever, her voice is completely untooled and unaffected by any of her usual speaking habits.

Maybe just a little bit weak from out of use. A shame it was still sounding so upset.]

[Jade. Okay. He feels a bit of relief that he found her and he enters the room, sinking down before her with a nod.] The loomer of the Daves, yeah.

Tall but not a stranger and not dark. Well, before now.

[He just sounds tired. Like he can't even muster up more than that.] Good to hear you talking again, circumstances aside.

[Right. The last time she had really talked to any of them-- she... hadn't, really talked much.

She felt bad. She felt really bad. She regretted that a lot. Because that was probably the easiest thing to regret right now.]

Sorry.

[...Better late than never?]

It's cool. We all handled it in different ways. [Part of life. He shrugs and spreads his hands a bit.]

No better or worse way. There's just our way.

[If that makes any sense. He has no idea and he's the one trying to be comforting in the only way he knows how. Talk.]

I ain't judging you.

I'd judge me. [She's not really trying to be self-critical here. It's just-- almost easier to keep talking, as much as she wanted to just, fall asleep and hope this was all a bad dream. That all of it was a bad dream.]

W-What the fuck are we supposed to do now?

You know what the beauty of that is?

Whatever we want. If we're all like this, why hold back. [He sits back and rests his hands on his thighs, tipping his head slightly to the side as he keeps talking.]

They can't do anything worse than this. They literally can't. Now everything they do is some fake lie, that we can just look at and see it's not what it is.

There's no power left in what they do. Is there?

H-Huh...?

[She didn't quite-- get it at first. Do anything? But she couldn't really do anything anymore, what with... the system failure, however that worked. Had they ever actually done anything?]

Y-You mean all that bullshit they've done? It's not..real?

That's what it looks like. They played us all for suckers. [Just like the game. Just like their whole lives had been laid out by some unseen all knowing asshole.]

Even if they have some measure of control. It's just.

[Nothing matters anymore.] Bullshit.

[She'd-- never thought of it that way.

Jade'd been trying to keep her own extremities out of her own line of sight, but-- she carefully lifted her hands up in front of her, staring at the...wire frame. None of that stuff had technically ever happened? They just made them think it happened?]

That's... [Somehow she felt even more numb than before.]

No... you're-- you're right. I-I think you're right.

[She felt... kind of angry?]

[Somewhere inside of Dave the rage he has built up over the years howls like an animal. It will have its day. One day it will rip the door off the hinges and be freed.

If it can make it past the sea of apathy. He nods and leans back a little.]

Like I said, we can do whatever the hell we want.

[Whatever the hell they wanted? That was certainly a new concept after being fucked around with by so many forces that felt too far beyond their grasp.]

But what can we do? If we can do anything what's there to do..?! What would even matter?! When all that's even to us is-- this?!

[That's the joke. None of it matters. Not a damn single thing.]

Aren't humans bags of mostly water anyway? We're still us. Freaky, fucked up, but us. Think too far ahead and we'll choke.

First thing to do is probably get that glamour system running again. Because as much as this is the truth, I hate feeling like I'm a ken doll. With freaky plastic molding when the reality is we're all naked.

[Aren't you glad he's the elder you're talking to.]

Actually first order of business, want to do the cover up in dirt thing and draw your symbol? Rose thought of it, and it's an easy way to reclaim a bit of yourself.

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[You'd think elder Striders would just be even more of a disaster, but the stupid jokes can't help but get a small chuckle from her, despite the fact that-- she was pretty sure she was shaking where she sat.]

Dirt...? [Guess that part was...still real around here? That provided...some help.

She idly looked down at her chest.]

Y...Yeah. I think-- I think my Bro might've thrown a fit if I showed up covered in mud? But I think that'd be better. Than being some kind of wireframe...

Nah, Bro would applaud that even now we're doing just what we do. Stick to the man and stand our ground.

Whether it's some teleporting bark murderer, some pimp out to end it all, or a tower. [He swipes dirt from the floor and reaches for her arm.]

Take a bit to from me, we'll give you a nice coat of this stuff.

[She stares for the smaller part of a moment, before holding out her arm towards Dave and half reaching towards the dirt.]

...Taking the whole 'stand your ground' thing a bit literally, huh.

[Dumb jokes, but not much heart behind them.]

Think this place is any better than a barking demon?

Hell, no. This place is worse. Noir just stabbed people as it pleased him.

[He starts working on getting her arm covered, using a bit of his own dirt like Rose did for him.]

Anyway. Exactly, thank you for getting the joke within the joke.

[It occurs to her for a moment that duh, things probably went differently in different universes with different genetics. Then again, it could also just be she as scared shitless of Noir even now.

She doesn't think about that too long though and decides not to dwell on it, and instead helps spread the mud around. It did sort of help, in a weird way.]

That joke is getting too many levels of grime and irony for anyone to handle.

we're building up a crust no one can get through. Making this shit a mantle. [He's downplaying how everything utterly went to shit. It just doesn't seem that smart to bitch about home and the things going on where space is being cracked when they have some very real problems now. The time kid in him focuses on the present.

It means a few less chances he'll wind up dead in the next sixty seconds. Give or take a few. Forward. Gotta look directly ahead or he's going to get lost and the loops will spiral out of control and the dead Daves will start piling up. He adds more mud to her arm, defining it the same way he remembers seeing it last.]

Are you making geology puns?

[She squinted suspiciously, before realizing-- wait, that, didn't entirely matter? She was pretty sure it didn't because no one could see that anyway, and neither could she.

Stop thinking about that.]

We're on the subject of dirt, why not? [He laughs, as he pats her shoulder.] What did you want, fossil jokes?

[She does her best to resist an amused snort, but fails miserably.] Hell no-- you're way older than I am, dude. Reserve those strictly for yourself.

Oh hell no. I'm only fifteen and some odd months. I'm not that much older. Don't go calling me a dinosaur. [He holds his hands up and makes a finger wagging gesture just to be over the top ridiculous about the joke.]

[Over the top ridiculous was exactly the kind of ridiculous that amused Jade the most. Even if it was totally uncool.]

But I'm only 14. So that's like, a million years worth of difference to me. You can be a T-Rex if you want.

[IT's like she asked for him to be as completely ridiculous as possible.] With those tiny arms? Please. I'm a majestic screech-er in the sky. My descendants will flock to telephone wires and hang out on cars. Caw.

[Damn right she did.]

The Preto-dave-tyl it is then. Go haunt the skies of Tokyo, my brother.

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