One Doomed Timeline [Phone/Action]

[nolongeralpha]

[Phone]

[The phone turns on to the sound of flapping wings and the scrabbling of claws... it also sounds like the receiver is lying on a counter top (hint: it is) with something trying to stand on it (hint: there is) and then there's this tapping noise...]Fuck, alright, is this thing on? Jeegus, it's almost like they didn't design these things for

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action;

[foretastes]

[trying to catch the flying creamsicle. her tongue is wagging. she looks very hungry.]

action;

[nolongeralpha]

[oh god dammit whats gray and red and runs around with her tongue flying out of her mouth like an epileptic snake caught in a meat grinder? HE'S NOT TOO PLEASED WITH THE ANSWER]

You're gonna swallow a bee or some shit if you keep doing that and I'm gonna laugh as you choke on lemon-licorice stingy-ness.

action;

[foretastes]

...Dave! Is that you!

[there's no mistaking that voice. or the delicious orange creamsicle scent, now that she thinks of it. Terezi looks startled, but nonetheless happy. it's Dave. well, Davesprite. whatever. her broship feelings for Dave do not discriminate between versions.]

Wow. You're actually doing all right, huh? It's been a while!

action;

[nolongeralpha]

Obviously it's me can't you see that oh wait you can't so I guess you'll never know.

[he stops flying around and perches on a branch. Out of her reach, hopefully. LAST THING HE NEEDS IS TO GET HIS FEATHERS ALL TONGUE-RUFFLED OR SOME CRAZY TROLL SHIT]

Yeah, probably. I mean, I'm not sure how "alright" being a feathery brainless asshole is, but it's probably better than being a bleeding orange ghost with only one wing.

Action - Because corvids are awesome.

[walking_nuke]

[Hey Dave, there's a guy wearing some kind of uniform who's got a hillbilly shotgun on him, strapped to a sling. He's not taking aim at you, though. He's just watching you, dumbfounded.]

[Being outside on his daily run would be why he didn't hear Dave's speech on the phone, too.]

Action

[nolongeralpha]

Caw caw, I'm the orangebird of ironic contentment.

Action

[walking_nuke]

[HOLY SHIT IT SPOKE.]

... Okay, what'a hell? I meet'a talkin' horse ... unicorn ... pony an' now'ere's a neon talking crow flyin' around?

Action

[nolongeralpha]

I used to be a boy.

But now I am a bird.

Could you be next?

COULD YOU BE NEXT???

phone

[brbfood]

'Crows indeed have the ability to drink apple sauce,' Misaka confirms.

phone

[nolongeralpha]

[That's a relief but more pressingly:]

Am I getting LARPed? Are you phone-LARPing me?

phone

[brbfood]

'What is LARPed?' Misaka questions

phone

[nolongeralpha]

Fuck I can't even tell if you're actually asking or you're pretending to ask me.

'It's where you run around with foam swords and dice and pretend to be someone you're not' says the really cool orange crow.

action; home

[nolongeralpha]

...huh.

[pretty much, that and:]

Sup.

action; home

[nolongeralpha]

Holy shit, you're right. And here I was sure I was a goat the whole time.

Baaa-ah-ah-ah-ah.