Action - Because she totally would.. and orange crow? WTF?sunnysnakeupNovember 18 2011, 05:19:35 UTC
[Sunny will sort of stare at the strange orange crow - crows are orange? Well, this is Mayfield - until he falls to the ground and doesn't move again. After that, she'll tread over carefully, peeking at the bird a little as she nears, curious if it's alive]
Yes, I always enjoy bleeding out with one wing lopped of while the coolest person I know gets stabbed like a chump with his own sword, that is pretty much the goddamn definition of okay.
[Though he is clearly not bleeding and has both his wings and there is no one else around?]
[she heard the call from earlier, and it's... pretty concerning that he's talking about that; didn't that happen a while ago?
she's stuck in her own hallucinations, though, and is pretty amazed to hear from Dave, so she's wandering around looking for him. what she finds is the sprite- she's only able to pick him out by scent, and kneels next to him.]
Bleeding to death and definitely not grieving, wanna join me, just wave your arms like a fucking moron and I'm sure Jack will come back and get you too.
[as soon as he says 'bleeding to death' she's instantly reminded of the Dave she wound up getting killed. Davesprite, too, then? she can't even muster up the strength to be sarcastic in return.]
I don't really see how it could be your fault except maybe in the way that my existence and our sessions being fucked up is kind of your fault and everyone else's so yeah it's probably your fault.
[ dead dave dead dave another dead dave, dead dave with feathers- fuck if they're not piling up by now, even though they shouldn't be. Never been the kind of guy to step in for every little problem his meteor-kid had (you don't learn shit when someone's always solving things for you, and you sure as hell don't have a coolkid reputation), but this wasn't every little problem.
He stepped in to take care of meteors and catch falling dunpasses and find a challenge in the Big Baddie of the day- he saved the little man's fucking life when he couldn't do it himself, but he just keeps missingWhen he sees the great and feathery orange one take a dive, he almost just keeps on walking. Naturally, almost is the operative word and he picks up his feet to get over there and get dead-brother discovery number umpteenth over with. First one he's seen actually go down- hell, maybe he's getting closer to that elusive fuckoff with the tentacles and the jester hat, finally. Playing through that sharp, radiating pain in his chest and getting somewhere
( ... )
[Bro's dead. He's dying. If he could just get over there maybe he could use some magic healing sprite beams or some shit fuck you don't just survive a fucking sword through the chest he's fucking dead he's dead and couldn't do a think about-]
oh god damnit now I'm hallucinating he's alive again who the hell needs drugs when you can just get stabbed and experience blood loss?
Knew all that South Park would teach you somethin'. [ If he were more the kind of man to let himself sound distracted- to be honest, this probably wouldn't be the time in that strange hypothetical world either. Birdboy is talking. He's seen enough disaster movies to be 80% sure you're supposed to keep 'em that way.
Alive, that's an improvement; or maybe everyone is just dead, everyone's headed there and no coming back, no second chances, no more talking because this is messed up fuckery all the way across the sky.
Shouldn't he care more than this? ]
Pretty shit at the roofninja gig today, little man. [ Both of us. ]
[ It was one thing reading the text from a previous conversation, it was another actually hearing it for himself, and the experience was different. Hearing straight out concern from Dave, that Dave Strider, made his conscience wilt. No friend of his was ever supposed to feel this way.
John was no Karkat, but he was starting to think his past self should have at least listened to his best bro a little faster. ]
--Davesprite? Dave. Calm down, I'm fine! This isn't really happening.
John? John get your ass on the ground, you are grounded, you hear me? You are not allowed to jetpack off and get killed again for the rest of the month, or you know, ever goddamnit Egbert why can't you listen to me does any of the time we spent talking mean nothing to you?
I'm on the goddamn roof of my apartment and how the fuck do you plan on getting over to LoHaC without your jetpack, smartguy? Fuck why am I even talking to a dead person Rose is gonna love this.
[An orange crow is definitely not something you see every day -- but on Shroomfield day, it seems like just the icing on the cake, doesn't it? Not that Anon would have batted an eye regardless; he's seen weirder.
However! He hasn't eaten that much today due to everything suddenly being a fascinating shade of improbable and completely distracting him from eating more shrooms a proper meal.
As such -- hey, maybe that crow is edible.
Have a teenager poking you with a foot.]
Hmmm. If I look closely, you've got a face, though. It's kind of weird to eat things with a face...
[Actually, he doesn't have a face, he just looks like a bright orange crow wearing incredibly cool shades. And he doesn't really respond to the foot prod.]
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...fuck, Bro, how could you...
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Um... a-are you okay?
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[Though he is clearly not bleeding and has both his wings and there is no one else around?]
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she's stuck in her own hallucinations, though, and is pretty amazed to hear from Dave, so she's wandering around looking for him. what she finds is the sprite- she's only able to pick him out by scent, and kneels next to him.]
Dave...? What are you doing in here?
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[as soon as he says 'bleeding to death' she's instantly reminded of the Dave she wound up getting killed. Davesprite, too, then? she can't even muster up the strength to be sarcastic in return.]
Is it my fault again?
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He stepped in to take care of meteors and catch falling dunpasses and find a challenge in the Big Baddie of the day- he saved the little man's fucking life when he couldn't do it himself, but he just keeps missingWhen he sees the great and feathery orange one take a dive, he almost just keeps on walking. Naturally, almost is the operative word and he picks up his feet to get over there and get dead-brother discovery number umpteenth over with. First one he's seen actually go down- hell, maybe he's getting closer to that elusive fuckoff with the tentacles and the jester hat, finally. Playing through that sharp, radiating pain in his chest and getting somewhere ( ... )
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oh god damnit now I'm hallucinating he's alive again who the hell needs drugs when you can just get stabbed and experience blood loss?
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Alive, that's an improvement; or maybe everyone is just dead, everyone's headed there and no coming back, no second chances, no more talking because this is messed up fuckery all the way across the sky.
Shouldn't he care more than this? ]
Pretty shit at the roofninja gig today, little man. [ Both of us. ]
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John was no Karkat, but he was starting to think his past self should have at least listened to his best bro a little faster. ]
--Davesprite? Dave. Calm down, I'm fine! This isn't really happening.
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Where are you? I'm coming over to you.
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However! He hasn't eaten that much today due to everything suddenly being a fascinating shade of improbable and completely distracting him from eating more shrooms a proper meal.
As such -- hey, maybe that crow is edible.
Have a teenager poking you with a foot.]
Hmmm. If I look closely, you've got a face, though. It's kind of weird to eat things with a face...
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