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turntechgodheadtg · 15 days ago
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“You can say that.”
He shot her another Hollywood smile, one that says “I’m taking this lightly and I’m carefree”, but that’s anything but the truth. There’s a reason though that’s he’s a Hollywood actor and director. Always a bit aware of how his actions affect a social interaction, he knew that using his hands to sign would catch her attention, and he was proven right as he saw her eyes linger on his signing hands. Shit. Gladly, he saw her demeanor change when he started speaking, and kept to it, not trying to push his luck. Her playful aura and kind nature didn’t fall on deaf-.. he shouldn’t be using that analogy. Correcting his thoughts, he continues.
Her playful aura and kind nature put him at ease, the most amount of ease that he’s felt in a while actually. Seeing the cave in the distance, he tried to curb his initial internal reaction of skepticism. Could she really live there? Of course she could, maybe it’s one of those homes that are built into natural carvings in a rock and looks awesome on the inside? Seeing her excitement to show him her home, he couldn’t help but tilt his head in amazement at her, as his gaze lingers. She’s so kind. He nods, wondering what a lusus is as he moves to walk into her home. Rubbing his hands together in an excited fashion, he eagerly steps inside, smiling to her and mouthing a “thank you” as he moves past her.
@turntechgodheadtg
Oh, was today going quite well thus far.
On a place certainly much different from Alternia stood a feline-like troll, a few stray strands falling into her face with the slight breeze that had picked up some time ago. It wasn’t anything that bothered her terribly however, with a small giggle escaping her as she reached up to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear— the sound of her own quiet laugh being unheard to her in the process. It was something she had grown rather used to as time had gone on, with adapting to the usage of sign language usually.. that, and reading lips or merely texting often were other options she could easily use alongside her voice, if she truly wished to. Though, the former was certainly much more awkward for her, with how strange it felt to have the rumble of vocalization in her throat without hearing the words that went with it.
Quite quickly shaking off the thoughts, she let her eyes shift to the moons above, blinking a few times. She had only just separated from her friends, if only to get the tiniest breather in before returning. She had been having quite the splendid day, really! Especially with being able to spend some level of time with both Kurloz and Horuss. Few arguments had broken out as well, and god knew how rare of a thing that was. All in all? Things were going almost strangely well, with the friendly communication between herself and her friends. (Not that she herself was one to engage in negative speech, of course.)
Huffing out a quiet breath, she ran a hand through her hair, making a face at the feeling of a few tangles. Well, that was one thing she’d have to fix up soon, she supposed. But for now? She was perfectly content to merely stay where she was, tail just about dragging against the grass underneath her as she soon gave a quiet yawn. She was entirely unaware of any potential surprises, to say the very least, guard entirely let down with just how giddy she felt about the current day’s events thus far.
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turntechgodheadtg · 23 days ago
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Dave nods, allowing himself to have a bit of excitement in his step when she describes being a swordsman as “pawsome”. It was something he had kept close to his chest until recently, he was seen in public with swords sure, but no one actually thought an apparently very eccentric and laid back director actually knew how to use a sword, and to be honest, there wasn’t much practicality in it for the majority of his life. What was the saying? “Don’t bring a knife to a gun fight”? That was probably it. He didn’t really have a choice when he first learned, so that saying didn’t stick with him through the years. Jesus. When he first learned..He massages his temples tiredly, sighing and closing his eyes for a moment. Nows not the time Dave, he reminds himself. He forces out a small, Hollywood Star”-esqe smile in an attempt to distract her from his injured hands, one of those smiles that always are the face on magazine covers and on the news. It always distracted reporters and his fans from the more disheveled part of him, so he’s hoping it works here. He doesn’t want her to be upset with him, if he makes her upset he’d feel guilty, and she doesn’t deserve to feel anything bad right now, he doesn’t want to be more of a burden than he probably is. He clicks his tongue, deciding he should just flat out speak to avoid any upset. He makes sure that his mouth is in view, and he tries to mouth the words as clearly as he can as he speaks.
“Yeah, alright. I can’t wait to sit down for the first time today.”
He “tsks” In amusement.
“And yeah, being a swordsman is really pawsome.”
@turntechgodheadtg
Oh, was today going quite well thus far.
On a place certainly much different from Alternia stood a feline-like troll, a few stray strands falling into her face with the slight breeze that had picked up some time ago. It wasn’t anything that bothered her terribly however, with a small giggle escaping her as she reached up to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear— the sound of her own quiet laugh being unheard to her in the process. It was something she had grown rather used to as time had gone on, with adapting to the usage of sign language usually.. that, and reading lips or merely texting often were other options she could easily use alongside her voice, if she truly wished to. Though, the former was certainly much more awkward for her, with how strange it felt to have the rumble of vocalization in her throat without hearing the words that went with it.
Quite quickly shaking off the thoughts, she let her eyes shift to the moons above, blinking a few times. She had only just separated from her friends, if only to get the tiniest breather in before returning. She had been having quite the splendid day, really! Especially with being able to spend some level of time with both Kurloz and Horuss. Few arguments had broken out as well, and god knew how rare of a thing that was. All in all? Things were going almost strangely well, with the friendly communication between herself and her friends. (Not that she herself was one to engage in negative speech, of course.)
Huffing out a quiet breath, she ran a hand through her hair, making a face at the feeling of a few tangles. Well, that was one thing she’d have to fix up soon, she supposed. But for now? She was perfectly content to merely stay where she was, tail just about dragging against the grass underneath her as she soon gave a quiet yawn. She was entirely unaware of any potential surprises, to say the very least, guard entirely let down with just how giddy she felt about the current day’s events thus far.
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turntechgodheadtg · 27 days ago
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Dave is taken aback slightly as she signs his words, but regains his composure. He nods. The man audibly yelps when she prods at his chest. He rushes to sign, momentarily ignoring the state of his hands.
“Yes the weapon. I used to have it, lost it in battle earlier. I was good with it too.”
He is suddenly very aware of her having claws, and he subconsciously reaches up to where she touched him to check for injury. Nothing. Signing, he continues.
“Really good. Trained regularly all my life with swords.”
Smiling, he lets his ego show.
“Best swordsman of my time.”
Well, he was most likely the only swordsman of his time, but she doesn’t know that, so he might as well show off. He mimes swinging a sword in proper form for emphasis, accurately and swiftly. He never really thought of it until now, but he sure does talk with his hands a lot. It’s partially to get his point across, but he feels he has to let out some emotional energy by doing so.
@turntechgodheadtg
Oh, was today going quite well thus far.
On a place certainly much different from Alternia stood a feline-like troll, a few stray strands falling into her face with the slight breeze that had picked up some time ago. It wasn’t anything that bothered her terribly however, with a small giggle escaping her as she reached up to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear— the sound of her own quiet laugh being unheard to her in the process. It was something she had grown rather used to as time had gone on, with adapting to the usage of sign language usually.. that, and reading lips or merely texting often were other options she could easily use alongside her voice, if she truly wished to. Though, the former was certainly much more awkward for her, with how strange it felt to have the rumble of vocalization in her throat without hearing the words that went with it.
Quite quickly shaking off the thoughts, she let her eyes shift to the moons above, blinking a few times. She had only just separated from her friends, if only to get the tiniest breather in before returning. She had been having quite the splendid day, really! Especially with being able to spend some level of time with both Kurloz and Horuss. Few arguments had broken out as well, and god knew how rare of a thing that was. All in all? Things were going almost strangely well, with the friendly communication between herself and her friends. (Not that she herself was one to engage in negative speech, of course.)
Huffing out a quiet breath, she ran a hand through her hair, making a face at the feeling of a few tangles. Well, that was one thing she’d have to fix up soon, she supposed. But for now? She was perfectly content to merely stay where she was, tail just about dragging against the grass underneath her as she soon gave a quiet yawn. She was entirely unaware of any potential surprises, to say the very least, guard entirely let down with just how giddy she felt about the current day’s events thus far.
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turntechgodheadtg · a month ago
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“Yeah, yeah you caught me. I guess I don’t look like those poisonous dart frogs or somethin’.”
He makes sure to be in her line of sight as he speaks, so she can read his lips. Dave taps his chin, the stubble rubbing against his finger unpleasantly. He hums, contemplating the words.
“Or is that venomous?”
He examines her hands as she signs. After she finishes, he mimes himself having horns using his two index fingers and placing them on both sides of his head, seemingly pondering the idea of him having horns. He smirks slightly.
“Fangs? Humans have two sharp teeth that look like fangs.”
He lifts his top lip with his right thumb and reveals two sharp canines in his top row of teeth. They’re smaller than the rest. He retracts his finger.
“We don’t really use them for anything though. It’s more of a leftover from our ancestors. Would’ve been cool though to have real fangs. Could’ve bit the fish bitch right in the-..”
He stops himself. His revenge fantasies against the Condescension for Rose could wait until he’s at least fit to fight. He’s in no good shape the way he is right now, he doesn’t even have his sword. And? This gal might not appreciate someone of her species being slandered. He needs her help. He doesn’t want to upset her either, she seems like an upstanding citizen and is going out of her way to help a disheveled, injured alien who is probably making no sense right now. God, Rose. It was a losing battle, but he should’ve been the one to go first. She was caught by surprise, obviously. Even with her knowledge, her luck, it wasn’t enough to stop a trident to the side. What made him the one lucky enough to survive? He shakes these thoughts off. Just survive right now. He forces a smile.
“You just haven’t seen me with my sword. Then I would be a threat…But I lost it.”
@turntechgodheadtg
Oh, was today going quite well thus far.
On a place certainly much different from Alternia stood a feline-like troll, a few stray strands falling into her face with the slight breeze that had picked up some time ago. It wasn’t anything that bothered her terribly however, with a small giggle escaping her as she reached up to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear— the sound of her own quiet laugh being unheard to her in the process. It was something she had grown rather used to as time had gone on, with adapting to the usage of sign language usually.. that, and reading lips or merely texting often were other options she could easily use alongside her voice, if she truly wished to. Though, the former was certainly much more awkward for her, with how strange it felt to have the rumble of vocalization in her throat without hearing the words that went with it.
Quite quickly shaking off the thoughts, she let her eyes shift to the moons above, blinking a few times. She had only just separated from her friends, if only to get the tiniest breather in before returning. She had been having quite the splendid day, really! Especially with being able to spend some level of time with both Kurloz and Horuss. Few arguments had broken out as well, and god knew how rare of a thing that was. All in all? Things were going almost strangely well, with the friendly communication between herself and her friends. (Not that she herself was one to engage in negative speech, of course.)
Huffing out a quiet breath, she ran a hand through her hair, making a face at the feeling of a few tangles. Well, that was one thing she’d have to fix up soon, she supposed. But for now? She was perfectly content to merely stay where she was, tail just about dragging against the grass underneath her as she soon gave a quiet yawn. She was entirely unaware of any potential surprises, to say the very least, guard entirely let down with just how giddy she felt about the current day’s events thus far.
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turntechgodheadtg · 2 months ago
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turntechgodheadtg · 2 months ago
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Oh, was today going quite well thus far.
On a place certainly much different from Alternia stood a feline-like troll, a few stray strands falling into her face with the slight breeze that had picked up some time ago. It wasn’t anything that bothered her terribly however, with a small giggle escaping her as she reached up to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear— the sound of her own quiet laugh being unheard to her in the process. It was something she had grown rather used to as time had gone on, with adapting to the usage of sign language usually.. that, and reading lips or merely texting often were other options she could easily use alongside her voice, if she truly wished to. Though, the former was certainly much more awkward for her, with how strange it felt to have the rumble of vocalization in her throat without hearing the words that went with it.
Quite quickly shaking off the thoughts, she let her eyes shift to the moons above, blinking a few times. She had only just separated from her friends, if only to get the tiniest breather in before returning. She had been having quite the splendid day, really! Especially with being able to spend some level of time with both Kurloz and Horuss. Few arguments had broken out as well, and god knew how rare of a thing that was. All in all? Things were going almost strangely well, with the friendly communication between herself and her friends. (Not that she herself was one to engage in negative speech, of course.)
Huffing out a quiet breath, she ran a hand through her hair, making a face at the feeling of a few tangles. Well, that was one thing she’d have to fix up soon, she supposed. But for now? She was perfectly content to merely stay where she was, tail just about dragging against the grass underneath her as she soon gave a quiet yawn. She was entirely unaware of any potential surprises, to say the very least, guard entirely let down with just how giddy she felt about the current day’s events thus far.
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turntechgodheadtg · 2 months ago
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Dave’s eyes had lit up when she had spoke, although his eyes were hidden from view by his shades. He nodded encouragingly as she responded. He tilted his head in a “good!” manner when she had responded verbally, impressed. The sound of her giggling surprised him, and he was suddenly very self conscious for a few moments, before he realized she wasn’t laughing at him, but in satisfaction with her own speech. Good for her. He went to raise his hands to sign, but he guessed she would not let him, so in the middle of beginning to sign a word, he lowered his hands. He walked slowly behind her, trying to not make it look obvious he was struggling to even stand, and he secretly appreciated the kind gesture of her walking slowly so he wouldn’t fall behind.
He shrugs when she asks why she shouldn’t help him, and he opens his mouth to speak, again over emphasizing the words visually and going slow with his speech speed.
“I mean, I’m an alien that could be a danger to you or somethin’. You could’ve just left me there. I could be poisonous or freaky, or just a plain dick and try to hurt you..”
He trails off, but he quickly begins speaking again.
“..but I wouldn’t.”
He he tilts his head.
“I’m not like that. I’d never hurt anyone unless they deserve it.”
He takes a deep breath in..and out. He continues following her, focusing on each footfall and trying to stay upright.
@turntechgodheadtg
Oh, was today going quite well thus far.
On a place certainly much different from Alternia stood a feline-like troll, a few stray strands falling into her face with the slight breeze that had picked up some time ago. It wasn’t anything that bothered her terribly however, with a small giggle escaping her as she reached up to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear— the sound of her own quiet laugh being unheard to her in the process. It was something she had grown rather used to as time had gone on, with adapting to the usage of sign language usually.. that, and reading lips or merely texting often were other options she could easily use alongside her voice, if she truly wished to. Though, the former was certainly much more awkward for her, with how strange it felt to have the rumble of vocalization in her throat without hearing the words that went with it.
Quite quickly shaking off the thoughts, she let her eyes shift to the moons above, blinking a few times. She had only just separated from her friends, if only to get the tiniest breather in before returning. She had been having quite the splendid day, really! Especially with being able to spend some level of time with both Kurloz and Horuss. Few arguments had broken out as well, and god knew how rare of a thing that was. All in all? Things were going almost strangely well, with the friendly communication between herself and her friends. (Not that she herself was one to engage in negative speech, of course.)
Huffing out a quiet breath, she ran a hand through her hair, making a face at the feeling of a few tangles. Well, that was one thing she’d have to fix up soon, she supposed. But for now? She was perfectly content to merely stay where she was, tail just about dragging against the grass underneath her as she soon gave a quiet yawn. She was entirely unaware of any potential surprises, to say the very least, guard entirely let down with just how giddy she felt about the current day’s events thus far.
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turntechgodheadtg · 2 months ago
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He goes to sign again, but feels her hands lower his, and he (begrudgingly) lets it happen. He needs someone to trust, and she seems like one of the trustworthy bunch. Then again, he doesn’t have much of an option. Soft. Her hands were soft. At least, compared to his. This girl isn’t like him, battle hardened and weary from war. He mouths “thank you” to Meulin, trying to mouth each letter slowly. He looks slightly silly while doing so. He lets himself be brought to his feet, and feels himself blush in embarrassment as his knees wobble. God, everything hurts.
He’s now so aware on how much his body aches. He’s been moving off of adrenaline and survival instinct alone, and now that he’s taken a break, he realizes how much of a toll the battle took on his body..but that ache might be also due to him getting older. Twenty six years young and he’s in pain. That might be pretty bad, but he’s here for a good time, not a long time. He takes a few deep breaths as he steadies, looking away from Meulin, ashamed at his current state. He nudges her, and gestures forward, wanting her to lead him to wherever her house is.
“Y’know, I feel like shit putting my life in the hands of you. You’re just a kid. You don’t deserve this. You don’t know me, why are you trying to help me?”
He looks back to her, looking exhausted. His face falls, shadows falling into his features. He suddenly looks much, much older. He tries to over accentuate his words, speaking slowly and giving her time to be able to read his lips. He follows her if she tries to lead him somewhere, keeping his head down but trying to stay in line of sight with her hands, if she ever tries to sign to him while they walk.
@turntechgodheadtg
Oh, was today going quite well thus far.
On a place certainly much different from Alternia stood a feline-like troll, a few stray strands falling into her face with the slight breeze that had picked up some time ago. It wasn’t anything that bothered her terribly however, with a small giggle escaping her as she reached up to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear— the sound of her own quiet laugh being unheard to her in the process. It was something she had grown rather used to as time had gone on, with adapting to the usage of sign language usually.. that, and reading lips or merely texting often were other options she could easily use alongside her voice, if she truly wished to. Though, the former was certainly much more awkward for her, with how strange it felt to have the rumble of vocalization in her throat without hearing the words that went with it.
Quite quickly shaking off the thoughts, she let her eyes shift to the moons above, blinking a few times. She had only just separated from her friends, if only to get the tiniest breather in before returning. She had been having quite the splendid day, really! Especially with being able to spend some level of time with both Kurloz and Horuss. Few arguments had broken out as well, and god knew how rare of a thing that was. All in all? Things were going almost strangely well, with the friendly communication between herself and her friends. (Not that she herself was one to engage in negative speech, of course.)
Huffing out a quiet breath, she ran a hand through her hair, making a face at the feeling of a few tangles. Well, that was one thing she’d have to fix up soon, she supposed. But for now? She was perfectly content to merely stay where she was, tail just about dragging against the grass underneath her as she soon gave a quiet yawn. She was entirely unaware of any potential surprises, to say the very least, guard entirely let down with just how giddy she felt about the current day’s events thus far.
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turntechgodheadtg · 2 months ago
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His eyes widened beneath his shades when she said her name, she said it perfectly too. Maybe she wasn’t born deaf? The thought saddened him, however, what horrible thing happened to her to cause her to go deaf? He shakes the thought off as he feels her try to lead him to sit on the ground, and he lets her. He feels his knees almost give out, and is suddenly aware how tired he is.
“Hurts, but more exhausted. Had to fight hard.”
The fight couldn’t have lasted for more than five minutes, but every second he was parrying, running, attacking, dodging.. it had ended when he was disarmed. He saw his own sword being levitated towards his chest, and he remembers every heartbeat in those few seconds. He reaches up with his free hand to touch where it would’ve delivered the fatal blow..and he feels a hole in his shirt. He pales, and traces his index finger over it. It had gotten that close to killing him. He takes in a shaky breath. He’s alive now, that’s all that matters. He looks up to Meulin.
“Yes. Take me there, please. Out of public.”
He signs slowly, trying to avoid hurting his hands more. She most certainly was kind, and he’s admittedly feeling a bit more at ease. He nods to her, and tries to stand. He shakily rises to his feet. He decides he would let her guide him anywhere she’d take him, as long as it was her house.
@turntechgodheadtg
Oh, was today going quite well thus far.
On a place certainly much different from Alternia stood a feline-like troll, a few stray strands falling into her face with the slight breeze that had picked up some time ago. It wasn’t anything that bothered her terribly however, with a small giggle escaping her as she reached up to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear— the sound of her own quiet laugh being unheard to her in the process. It was something she had grown rather used to as time had gone on, with adapting to the usage of sign language usually.. that, and reading lips or merely texting often were other options she could easily use alongside her voice, if she truly wished to. Though, the former was certainly much more awkward for her, with how strange it felt to have the rumble of vocalization in her throat without hearing the words that went with it.
Quite quickly shaking off the thoughts, she let her eyes shift to the moons above, blinking a few times. She had only just separated from her friends, if only to get the tiniest breather in before returning. She had been having quite the splendid day, really! Especially with being able to spend some level of time with both Kurloz and Horuss. Few arguments had broken out as well, and god knew how rare of a thing that was. All in all? Things were going almost strangely well, with the friendly communication between herself and her friends. (Not that she herself was one to engage in negative speech, of course.)
Huffing out a quiet breath, she ran a hand through her hair, making a face at the feeling of a few tangles. Well, that was one thing she’d have to fix up soon, she supposed. But for now? She was perfectly content to merely stay where she was, tail just about dragging against the grass underneath her as she soon gave a quiet yawn. She was entirely unaware of any potential surprises, to say the very least, guard entirely let down with just how giddy she felt about the current day’s events thus far.
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turntechgodheadtg · 2 months ago
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Meulin..what a peculiar name. It sounded like.. He raises his hands to sign again. This girl was certainly very eager to help, but he would be a fool to not feel a sense of suspicion, especially with all that he’s been through today, he’s in unfamiliar territory. An unfamiliar planet, even. He feels a blister become irritated with his rapid hand movements, but he carries on.
“Meulin? M-e-w? Cat?”
He chuckles, smiling. He eagerly watches her sign her responses, and his face momentarily lights up when she conveys that everyone is nice on the most part, but he quickly rushes to make his face neutral again. God, he wishes that Rose was here, she’d be better at talking to people. She’s always better than him with conversations, he tends to ramble..but in this case, he can’t really. His hands can’t take it.
“Keep promise.”
He gives her a tilt of his head, and ponders for a moment at her question. How could she help? She could maybe give him some insight on how this planet works, and if Her Imperious Bitchness is in power. Maybe he went back in time? If so, that’s new to him, and he probably went back at the best time, a moment before he was about to be killed. He starts to sign.
“Tell me-.”
He exhales as a blister pops and a scratch reopens, a drop of red blood forming on the palm of his hand. He stops signing, partially in pain, but he’s admittedly a bit overwhelmed. Fuck, she can sign so fast, he can’t keep up. He barely stops himself from pulling back when she grabs his hand, instead letting her examine his injuries. He bites his tongue, maybe his questions can wait, his hands do hurt, maybe she can help? He attempts to sign with his free hand, letter by letter.
“H-e-l-p.”
He’s never had anyone but himself take care of his battle injuries before, it feels so..wrong. It’s a side of him that’s been extremely personal, that shows the depth of the pain he’s in. He sighs, he needs to trust someone right now, he can’t survive on this planet alone. He’s taking a leap of faith, but where would he be by not taking risks? Probably still making those comics in his shitty apartment, not being a movie star and a revolutionary against a galactic conquerer. He frowns slightly, and begrudgingly signs a new word with his free hand.
“P-l-e-a-s-e.”
@turntechgodheadtg
Oh, was today going quite well thus far.
On a place certainly much different from Alternia stood a feline-like troll, a few stray strands falling into her face with the slight breeze that had picked up some time ago. It wasn’t anything that bothered her terribly however, with a small giggle escaping her as she reached up to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear— the sound of her own quiet laugh being unheard to her in the process. It was something she had grown rather used to as time had gone on, with adapting to the usage of sign language usually.. that, and reading lips or merely texting often were other options she could easily use alongside her voice, if she truly wished to. Though, the former was certainly much more awkward for her, with how strange it felt to have the rumble of vocalization in her throat without hearing the words that went with it.
Quite quickly shaking off the thoughts, she let her eyes shift to the moons above, blinking a few times. She had only just separated from her friends, if only to get the tiniest breather in before returning. She had been having quite the splendid day, really! Especially with being able to spend some level of time with both Kurloz and Horuss. Few arguments had broken out as well, and god knew how rare of a thing that was. All in all? Things were going almost strangely well, with the friendly communication between herself and her friends. (Not that she herself was one to engage in negative speech, of course.)
Huffing out a quiet breath, she ran a hand through her hair, making a face at the feeling of a few tangles. Well, that was one thing she’d have to fix up soon, she supposed. But for now? She was perfectly content to merely stay where she was, tail just about dragging against the grass underneath her as she soon gave a quiet yawn. She was entirely unaware of any potential surprises, to say the very least, guard entirely let down with just how giddy she felt about the current day’s events thus far.
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turntechgodheadtg · 2 months ago
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Dave startles at the realization that the troll in front of him is deaf, but quickly recovers, attempting to scratch his mind for sign language training he had when he was younger. He shifts on his feet, and shakes his hands out, readying himself. He understands what she’s saying, but he struggles to make the signs with his own hands. He nods to her and says the letters along with the signs he does, pronouncing and emphasizing the letters, his mouth over-exaggerating every syllable.
“D-a-v-e S-t-r-i-d-e-r.”
He slowly spells out his name in what he hopes to be correct sign language, long pauses between letters as he tries to recall the next letter. He moves closer to her, his blond hair reflecting off the light of the moons. He exhales, and decides to just sign from now on, that’ll be easier.
“Sorry. Hands aren’t good. I am Alien. From Earth. Lost.”
He pauses, clearing his throat, peering at her face. She seems trustful enough.
“Troll?”
He gestures to her after saying and signing the last word.
“Are trolls here bad? My planet..”
He trails off, trying to remember the right word. He settles for something simple, looking at her through his sunglasses, his signs slow and full of finality.
“Planet killed by a troll.”
His hands throb from the complex movements his hands are making, he just had to fight for his life with a sword earlier today, and he’s admittedly very exhausted. He sighs, his shoulders slumping.
“Hands hurt. War. Revolution.”
He reaches out and exposes his palms, which have blisters and scars on them. He then mimes swinging a sword, trying to get his point across. He notices her feline characteristics after he finishes moving, all of his brain power for the past few minutes or so had been focused on signing and forming words, and he hadn’t had much time to really look at her. He can’t help but smirk slightly and bring up his hands to sign one word.
“Cat?”
He nods to her tail, then brings both his index fingers up to each side of his head and points them upward, trying to create the image of having horns. He tilts his head at her for a few seconds, then he remembers something. He scrambles to sign again, his fingers twitch slightly in the effort of trying to get the words across quickly.
“Don’t tell! Don’t tell others me. Danger.”
He struggles to sign the words with his injured hands. He might’ve skipped a word or two..
“Hands hurt bad.”
He shakes out his hands once again, wincing as he does so. He gingerly strokes his right palm as he feels an old scar ache. He looks apologetically to the troll in front of him. He shrugs, and finally answers her question.
“Not ok.”
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Oh, was today going quite well thus far.
On a place certainly much different from Alternia stood a feline-like troll, a few stray strands falling into her face with the slight breeze that had picked up some time ago. It wasn’t anything that bothered her terribly however, with a small giggle escaping her as she reached up to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear— the sound of her own quiet laugh being unheard to her in the process. It was something she had grown rather used to as time had gone on, with adapting to the usage of sign language usually.. that, and reading lips or merely texting often were other options she could easily use alongside her voice, if she truly wished to. Though, the former was certainly much more awkward for her, with how strange it felt to have the rumble of vocalization in her throat without hearing the words that went with it.
Quite quickly shaking off the thoughts, she let her eyes shift to the moons above, blinking a few times. She had only just separated from her friends, if only to get the tiniest breather in before returning. She had been having quite the splendid day, really! Especially with being able to spend some level of time with both Kurloz and Horuss. Few arguments had broken out as well, and god knew how rare of a thing that was. All in all? Things were going almost strangely well, with the friendly communication between herself and her friends. (Not that she herself was one to engage in negative speech, of course.)
Huffing out a quiet breath, she ran a hand through her hair, making a face at the feeling of a few tangles. Well, that was one thing she’d have to fix up soon, she supposed. But for now? She was perfectly content to merely stay where she was, tail just about dragging against the grass underneath her as she soon gave a quiet yawn. She was entirely unaware of any potential surprises, to say the very least, guard entirely let down with just how giddy she felt about the current day’s events thus far.
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turntechgodheadtg · 2 months ago
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This most certainly wasn’t Earth.
David (Dave) Strider, famed actor and director, was looking at the sky, which had one more moon than he was used to. He had stuck to the shadows for the majority of the day, keeping his head low, passing in alleys, watching as weird creatures with horns, grey skin, and different blood colors talked to each other joyfully. They were like the batterwitch, but they’re more docile. Maybe this is her planet? But he’s heard stories about Alternia, cutthroat and unforgiving.. but this place wasn’t that. It was the opposite of that, actually. Everyone here was so kind to each other and treated each other with respect, which he found to be a welcome surprise. Now, he found himself alone, staring at the two moons in the sky. He steps out from the shadows of two trees and stretches, arms reaching high above his head.
His normally pristine suit he usually wears to a showing of his movies is anything but, torn in some places and his dress shirt’s top button has been lost to today’s escapades. Dirt caked his ankles and his dress shoes have been long since discarded for his spare set of sneakers he always carried on him for emergencies. He feels out of his element honestly, and he isn’t usually shaken this badly, but being zapped to another planet in the middle of his (supposed) death might be a blessing in disguise. He always runs out of Time, either that be in being late for breakfast or being too slow to counter a lethal blow, but his own sense of his own time is usually enough to counter it. Not this time, though. He shakes his head then spits on the ground next to him, a wad of bubblegum landing on the dirt. He takes a moment to take in his surroundings, and freezes. He just stepped into the line of sight of a troll, how had he not noticed? He must look like some sort of mutant to them. He moves his hands forward, trying to make a nonthreatening gesture.
“Hey kid, I’m not lookin’ for trouble. Just pretend you haven’t even seen me, that’d be for the best.”
If the troll who he’s talking to could hear, his southern accent would be startlingly to noticeable, his tongue rolling off his “r”s just right and his demeanor straight to the point and somewhat startling. He backs up, his sunglasses thankfully hiding is eyes from view, but his non-troll-like skin tone and lack of horns was something he couldn’t hide. He chuckles nervously and a weary smile plays across his lips. His movement seems to speed up slightly, his natural movements of breathing or shifting from foot to foot accelerating. Whenever he’s nervous, he tends to go faster than normal, which helped a lot in the film business with deadlines and such, but it was never enough. And it might not be enough here, he thinks as he looks to the troll in front of him.
@turntechgodheadtg
Oh, was today going quite well thus far.
On a place certainly much different from Alternia stood a feline-like troll, a few stray strands falling into her face with the slight breeze that had picked up some time ago. It wasn’t anything that bothered her terribly however, with a small giggle escaping her as she reached up to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear— the sound of her own quiet laugh being unheard to her in the process. It was something she had grown rather used to as time had gone on, with adapting to the usage of sign language usually.. that, and reading lips or merely texting often were other options she could easily use alongside her voice, if she truly wished to. Though, the former was certainly much more awkward for her, with how strange it felt to have the rumble of vocalization in her throat without hearing the words that went with it.
Quite quickly shaking off the thoughts, she let her eyes shift to the moons above, blinking a few times. She had only just separated from her friends, if only to get the tiniest breather in before returning. She had been having quite the splendid day, really! Especially with being able to spend some level of time with both Kurloz and Horuss. Few arguments had broken out as well, and god knew how rare of a thing that was. All in all? Things were going almost strangely well, with the friendly communication between herself and her friends. (Not that she herself was one to engage in negative speech, of course.)
Huffing out a quiet breath, she ran a hand through her hair, making a face at the feeling of a few tangles. Well, that was one thing she’d have to fix up soon, she supposed. But for now? She was perfectly content to merely stay where she was, tail just about dragging against the grass underneath her as she soon gave a quiet yawn. She was entirely unaware of any potential surprises, to say the very least, guard entirely let down with just how giddy she felt about the current day’s events thus far.
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turntechgodheadtg · 2 months ago
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Dave closed his eyes when he heard the rumble in her throat get louder, listening to the sound. It was so, so nice to hear her purr again, well, something akin to a purr, at least. That means she’s happy, right? He attempts to replicate the noise in his throat, but he soon realizes his human vocal chords were never really meant for such a sound, and yet he tries anyway, just to feel a bit closer to her. He moves holds her tight as she moved closer to his hand, joy glittering in his eyes. He laughs in absolute elation when she confirms his query. She’s grown strong, and she survived.
“I knew you would.”
Dave flinches when she places the side of her face against him, but he quickly relaxes and leans into her touch. He starts humming the tune that he rapped with her a long time ago, but this time it doesn’t evolve into a rap, it stays soft and calm, much like a lullaby. He could stay here forever. He lets himself curl slightly around her figure, as if protecting her, and whispers to her with love.
“I missed you too, Nep.”
This is, undoubtedly, the best day of his life.
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Dave murmurs a confused obscenity as his eyes flutter open. He knew he was dreaming, he had fallen asleep while watching rom-coms with Karkat. He’ll probably face a stern rant from Karkles when he woke up, but for now, he was content with where he was. Wait. Where was he? He groggily looks up and sees a sky through his shades, specifically a deep purple night sky dotted with stars, with one more moon than he’s used to. One was bright pink, pink enough to pierce the black tint of his aviators and make his head hurt. He clicks his tongue, then lets out a low whistle.
“That’s a first.”
Dave knows how these things work, so he wasn’t that alarmed. Shit..what were they named? What did Rose call them? He searches his mind for the right terminology. “Dream bubbles”? Yeah, he thinks she called them that during one of her long tangents about the furthest ring. They mimic memories of the dead and dreaming, we’ll go to them while we sleep, don’t be alarmed if we see some dead people, all that jazz. He’d already seen a good chunk of his friend’s memories, and even some of his own he doesn’t even recall, but this place was completely and utterly foreign to him. One thing was for sure, it wasn’t Dave’s, or any of his doomed selves’, memory. He briefly considers staying there and watching the alien sky, but that would get lame quickly. And he can’t stand for any moment of his purely awesome existence be lame. Not even dreams. Dave gets up, stands on his two awesome feet, brushes off his awesome pants, and takes an awesome step forward.
He then trips on an alien rock and eats alien planet dirt. Fuck.
After Dave takes a few moments to recuperate from when he oh-so-gracefully fell on the ground, he props his arm up from his “face meets ground” position, he makes a mental note to trademark that later, and grunts as he sits up for the second time in under a minute. Thank god there’s no one there to witness his brief moment of uncoolness. The teen spits out a few strands of grass, and feels his face with his free hand for any damage. He huffs softly in annoyance as he feels the bridge of his shades are slightly bent. For a dream, everything feels way too real for his liking. He shuffles and stands up. All in all, he is physically unharmed, but his ego is bruised, along with the front of his body slightly damp from taking a nose dive onto some dewy grass. Finally taking time to properly look at his surroundings before moving, Dave immediately notices a cave to his right which looks ominous as fuck, and a forest to his left, which looks equally as ominous. Or they’re both not ominous as he thinks they are, and he’s just out of his element and overreacting. He refuses to consider for a second that he’s dramatizing this situation, and takes a step (away from the rock, mind you.) towards the cave, feeling that is the more interesting place out of the two.
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turntechgodheadtg · 2 months ago
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Dave hears the chitters and chirps that Nepeta emits and chuckles. That’s the Nepeta he knows, the one he loves. He shifts slightly when he feels her tail wrap around his ankle, he wasn’t expecting it, but it was a welcome show of affection. He reaches over and starts stroking her hair comfortingly, listening to her voice. It was like a song to his ears, a comforting, familiar song.
He relaxes when she confirms that it’s okay. She understands. It’s ok. She doesn’t hate you. He listens to her chirps, more than happy to return the nuzzle with his own, he isn’t really good at it. He isn’t used to showing affection at such a level, but it’s the thought that counts. He nods at her words, starting to sob. He feels joy blossom in his heart and warm him from head to toe.
“Yeah, yeah I’m staying. I’ll never leave again.”
He whispers this softly like a secret to be shared only between them, something precious, a true promise between friends. He takes time to just stare into her eyes, and enjoy being near her. He’s so, so proud of her. She’s probably been through so much, and he wishes he could’ve been there for her through all of it. Could’ve..should’ve…would’ve.. ugh. Don’t think like that. He’s here. With her. And it’s finally safe. He can finally spend time with her, the girl that melted his heart.
“I’ve missed you, apex purredator. Did you become queen of the forest while I was gone?”
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Dave murmurs a confused obscenity as his eyes flutter open. He knew he was dreaming, he had fallen asleep while watching rom-coms with Karkat. He’ll probably face a stern rant from Karkles when he woke up, but for now, he was content with where he was. Wait. Where was he? He groggily looks up and sees a sky through his shades, specifically a deep purple night sky dotted with stars, with one more moon than he’s used to. One was bright pink, pink enough to pierce the black tint of his aviators and make his head hurt. He clicks his tongue, then lets out a low whistle.
“That’s a first.”
Dave knows how these things work, so he wasn’t that alarmed. Shit..what were they named? What did Rose call them? He searches his mind for the right terminology. “Dream bubbles”? Yeah, he thinks she called them that during one of her long tangents about the furthest ring. They mimic memories of the dead and dreaming, we’ll go to them while we sleep, don’t be alarmed if we see some dead people, all that jazz. He’d already seen a good chunk of his friend’s memories, and even some of his own he doesn’t even recall, but this place was completely and utterly foreign to him. One thing was for sure, it wasn’t Dave’s, or any of his doomed selves’, memory. He briefly considers staying there and watching the alien sky, but that would get lame quickly. And he can’t stand for any moment of his purely awesome existence be lame. Not even dreams. Dave gets up, stands on his two awesome feet, brushes off his awesome pants, and takes an awesome step forward.
He then trips on an alien rock and eats alien planet dirt. Fuck.
After Dave takes a few moments to recuperate from when he oh-so-gracefully fell on the ground, he props his arm up from his “face meets ground” position, he makes a mental note to trademark that later, and grunts as he sits up for the second time in under a minute. Thank god there’s no one there to witness his brief moment of uncoolness. The teen spits out a few strands of grass, and feels his face with his free hand for any damage. He huffs softly in annoyance as he feels the bridge of his shades are slightly bent. For a dream, everything feels way too real for his liking. He shuffles and stands up. All in all, he is physically unharmed, but his ego is bruised, along with the front of his body slightly damp from taking a nose dive onto some dewy grass. Finally taking time to properly look at his surroundings before moving, Dave immediately notices a cave to his right which looks ominous as fuck, and a forest to his left, which looks equally as ominous. Or they’re both not ominous as he thinks they are, and he’s just out of his element and overreacting. He refuses to consider for a second that he’s dramatizing this situation, and takes a step (away from the rock, mind you.) towards the cave, feeling that is the more interesting place out of the two.
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turntechgodheadtg · 3 months ago
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“Yeah yeah it’s me..it’s me. It’s Dave. It’s your Dave.”
He lets out a soft sob of relief as he feels warm tears running down his cheeks. He has tackled her, but he rolled over and onto the grass next to her after the initial impact, not wanting to hurt her He’s smiling so hard his face hurts, and he struggles to blink away tears to look at her. Gosh, she’s older. Her eyes are so pretty, look at her hair- ..He outstretched his arms and hugs her close, as if afraid that she’d disappear, burying his face into her chest. She’s warm, she really is alive, this isn’t a dream, he laughs out loud in happiness.
“God you’ve grown. You’ve grown. I’m so proud of you. I’m so so sorry for leaving, I had to or I’d mess stuff up.. I wish I could’ve stayed. But I’m here now, I’m here Nep. I’m finally here.”
He chokes out a hiccup mid-chuckle, crying, but not in sorrow, the exact opposite in fact. He looks into her eyes and goes to ruffle her hair like old times. Her hair is so soft, it’s like silk between his fingers. He hums contentedly as he feels the sun warm his back and the grass beneath him cushion him. He stares into her eyes, catching his breath. This is bliss.
“I missed you. I stayed a year through time so I could at least wait a part of what you had to endure.”
He shifts forward and presses his forehead to hers, laughing, his body trembling with every joyful noise that leaves his lips. It’s over, he’s with her. He’s with her, his Nep. The apex predator of his heart, his friend.
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Dave murmurs a confused obscenity as his eyes flutter open. He knew he was dreaming, he had fallen asleep while watching rom-coms with Karkat. He’ll probably face a stern rant from Karkles when he woke up, but for now, he was content with where he was. Wait. Where was he? He groggily looks up and sees a sky through his shades, specifically a deep purple night sky dotted with stars, with one more moon than he’s used to. One was bright pink, pink enough to pierce the black tint of his aviators and make his head hurt. He clicks his tongue, then lets out a low whistle.
“That’s a first.”
Dave knows how these things work, so he wasn’t that alarmed. Shit..what were they named? What did Rose call them? He searches his mind for the right terminology. “Dream bubbles”? Yeah, he thinks she called them that during one of her long tangents about the furthest ring. They mimic memories of the dead and dreaming, we’ll go to them while we sleep, don’t be alarmed if we see some dead people, all that jazz. He’d already seen a good chunk of his friend’s memories, and even some of his own he doesn’t even recall, but this place was completely and utterly foreign to him. One thing was for sure, it wasn’t Dave’s, or any of his doomed selves’, memory. He briefly considers staying there and watching the alien sky, but that would get lame quickly. And he can’t stand for any moment of his purely awesome existence be lame. Not even dreams. Dave gets up, stands on his two awesome feet, brushes off his awesome pants, and takes an awesome step forward.
He then trips on an alien rock and eats alien planet dirt. Fuck.
After Dave takes a few moments to recuperate from when he oh-so-gracefully fell on the ground, he props his arm up from his “face meets ground” position, he makes a mental note to trademark that later, and grunts as he sits up for the second time in under a minute. Thank god there’s no one there to witness his brief moment of uncoolness. The teen spits out a few strands of grass, and feels his face with his free hand for any damage. He huffs softly in annoyance as he feels the bridge of his shades are slightly bent. For a dream, everything feels way too real for his liking. He shuffles and stands up. All in all, he is physically unharmed, but his ego is bruised, along with the front of his body slightly damp from taking a nose dive onto some dewy grass. Finally taking time to properly look at his surroundings before moving, Dave immediately notices a cave to his right which looks ominous as fuck, and a forest to his left, which looks equally as ominous. Or they’re both not ominous as he thinks they are, and he’s just out of his element and overreacting. He refuses to consider for a second that he’s dramatizing this situation, and takes a step (away from the rock, mind you.) towards the cave, feeling that is the more interesting place out of the two.
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turntechgodheadtg · 3 months ago
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“I trust you to keep your promise.”
Dave hums contentedly, peering at her. Perhaps she was worth everything to him.
Her Dave, the Dave watching over his younger self bury the body, decides it’s time to go. He focuses on Nepeta, his Nepeta, the feeling of victory, aging..He feels the tug in his stomach. To be honest, he was excited to see her again. He’s missed her for this last year, and has endured more than his fair share of scrapes and bruises. He lets time take him as red gears surround him, his outline glowing red..and then he was gone. Nepeta. Victory. Nepeta, my Nepeta. He breathes, feeling the passage of time speed up and then..he’s briefly removed from it while he is placed elsewhere. Just for a moment, he feels emptiness, no time..no nothing. He’s terrified. Then his feet land on a smooth platform. He appears, the platform deserted, a door in a Sburb logo towering over him. This is it. She won. She’s alive, and grown. There is nothing that makes him more elated than that thought. All is quiet.
He reaches out and opens the door to a beautiful sight. The sky was a perfect shade of blue, the grass is healthy and grown, and.. he has just stepped on a chess person’s tulips. The chess person looks up to him, they looked like they were mid-plant, when what he thinks is recognition flashes across her eyes. Oh. The other him is probably here, with his friends and Nepeta. He scrambles to apologize, and he moves to help her plant the flowers again. She stops him, and motions behind her to a field, where a town is in the distance. He pales, his presence would be hard to explain to this timeline’s inhabitants. He takes a deep breath, and moves to cross the field. He looks up, drinking in the pleasant air. The sun is the perfect amount of bright and warmth, and he sees the words “THANKS FOR PLAYING” sprawling across the sky. It’s so pleasant here, it reminds him of Earth, his earth, the one where he came from. He walks along, hearing the wind rustle the grass as a gust picks up, and he moves to shield his eyes instinctively. When he drops his hand, he squints. He sees a figure, sitting in the grass, a while ahead. They’re holding something.
Holy shit.
He breaks out into a jog, then into a sprint, he has never ran this fast before in his life. His lungs heave and his feat thrum against the ground with long and frantic steps, but he doesn’t slow down. He is sprinting with his whole body, his arms moving in sync with his legs, unconsciously leaning forward to see more details. Oh my god. It’s her. It’s his Nepeta. He feels tears of joy gather around his eyes as a broad, joyful grin spreads across his face. He fully intends to tackle her like a different version of her had to him, long ago. He takes a deep breath and shouts to her with pure and unbridled glee, his arms outstretched towards her in a hug as he jumps to tackle her.
“NEPETA!”
@amporas-x
Dave murmurs a confused obscenity as his eyes flutter open. He knew he was dreaming, he had fallen asleep while watching rom-coms with Karkat. He’ll probably face a stern rant from Karkles when he woke up, but for now, he was content with where he was. Wait. Where was he? He groggily looks up and sees a sky through his shades, specifically a deep purple night sky dotted with stars, with one more moon than he’s used to. One was bright pink, pink enough to pierce the black tint of his aviators and make his head hurt. He clicks his tongue, then lets out a low whistle.
“That’s a first.”
Dave knows how these things work, so he wasn’t that alarmed. Shit..what were they named? What did Rose call them? He searches his mind for the right terminology. “Dream bubbles”? Yeah, he thinks she called them that during one of her long tangents about the furthest ring. They mimic memories of the dead and dreaming, we’ll go to them while we sleep, don’t be alarmed if we see some dead people, all that jazz. He’d already seen a good chunk of his friend’s memories, and even some of his own he doesn’t even recall, but this place was completely and utterly foreign to him. One thing was for sure, it wasn’t Dave’s, or any of his doomed selves’, memory. He briefly considers staying there and watching the alien sky, but that would get lame quickly. And he can’t stand for any moment of his purely awesome existence be lame. Not even dreams. Dave gets up, stands on his two awesome feet, brushes off his awesome pants, and takes an awesome step forward.
He then trips on an alien rock and eats alien planet dirt. Fuck.
After Dave takes a few moments to recuperate from when he oh-so-gracefully fell on the ground, he props his arm up from his “face meets ground” position, he makes a mental note to trademark that later, and grunts as he sits up for the second time in under a minute. Thank god there’s no one there to witness his brief moment of uncoolness. The teen spits out a few strands of grass, and feels his face with his free hand for any damage. He huffs softly in annoyance as he feels the bridge of his shades are slightly bent. For a dream, everything feels way too real for his liking. He shuffles and stands up. All in all, he is physically unharmed, but his ego is bruised, along with the front of his body slightly damp from taking a nose dive onto some dewy grass. Finally taking time to properly look at his surroundings before moving, Dave immediately notices a cave to his right which looks ominous as fuck, and a forest to his left, which looks equally as ominous. Or they’re both not ominous as he thinks they are, and he’s just out of his element and overreacting. He refuses to consider for a second that he’s dramatizing this situation, and takes a step (away from the rock, mind you.) towards the cave, feeling that is the more interesting place out of the two.
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Dave’s poker face shattered as he heard her speak his name. He let out a soft gasp as he saw the sunglasses that were being offered to him. Those sunglasses were important to him, he’d never take them off, let alone give them to someone to keep. She was important. Important enough for a version of him to give one of his prized possessions to her, something that he never ever took off for anyone. He reached for it, his hand trembling slightly as he touched the edge of the glasses softly, as if scared they’d shatter at the slightest contact. His fingertips brushed the accessory, and he pulled his hand back swiftly and nervously. As she explained the words his other self supposedly said, Davesprite came to mind. Davesprite was someone who sacrificed his timeline to give another version of him and his friends, one of whom had died in his timeline, a second chance. And he did it all for her. He peered at her quizzically and anxiously, was she important? She must be, for a version of himself to sacrifice so much to keep her alive.
“For you, huh? Can’t say I understand just yet. If he gave up his timeline, his world, everything, for you to live, you must be hella important to him. Kinda irresponsible, but..he made his choice.”
Dave gently grabs the sunglasses, examines them, tsk-ing as he sees the bent frame. He ponders something for a second, and then nudges them to her chest. He lets out a familiar chuckle.
“Keep ‘em. That’s his-…our, prized possession y’know. A Strider’s prized possession is almost always their shades. Keep them hidden though, he messed up the timeline enough, can’t have anyone asking questions..just in case.”
He smiles and reaches over to ruffle her hair playfully, despite his nerves. She most certainly was adorable, so he can kinda see why he likes her. But, as if checking himself, his smile fades back to his poker face after a few moments. The fucker had messed with the timeline for the sake of this girl, and he hopes it was worth it, for that Dave’s sake. Maybe he’ll understand when he spends more time with her. He offers his hand for her to hold, and looks over to the group of friends around five yards away, who seems to be in a heated debate about a trip. A very long trip.
Elsewhere, an older Dave has time traveled back to the present, watching a younger him bury a body. His arm has healed at an odd angle and a stubble is growing around his chin. Fifteen. It’s his fifteenth birthday, and he’s rewarded himself by coming back to the day it all started, and watching himself to see how he’s changed. Damn, he was much shorter back then. Well, it’s time to go. To see her again. It’s been a long year for that version of Dave, and he’s ready to see the Nepeta that lived three years older than her alternate self, with many more years to come. He’s antsy to get going, but he reminds himself he can wait a bit longer, and enjoy the downtime.
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Dave murmurs a confused obscenity as his eyes flutter open. He knew he was dreaming, he had fallen asleep while watching rom-coms with Karkat. He’ll probably face a stern rant from Karkles when he woke up, but for now, he was content with where he was. Wait. Where was he? He groggily looks up and sees a sky through his shades, specifically a deep purple night sky dotted with stars, with one more moon than he’s used to. One was bright pink, pink enough to pierce the black tint of his aviators and make his head hurt. He clicks his tongue, then lets out a low whistle.
“That’s a first.”
Dave knows how these things work, so he wasn’t that alarmed. Shit..what were they named? What did Rose call them? He searches his mind for the right terminology. “Dream bubbles”? Yeah, he thinks she called them that during one of her long tangents about the furthest ring. They mimic memories of the dead and dreaming, we’ll go to them while we sleep, don’t be alarmed if we see some dead people, all that jazz. He’d already seen a good chunk of his friend’s memories, and even some of his own he doesn’t even recall, but this place was completely and utterly foreign to him. One thing was for sure, it wasn’t Dave’s, or any of his doomed selves’, memory. He briefly considers staying there and watching the alien sky, but that would get lame quickly. And he can’t stand for any moment of his purely awesome existence be lame. Not even dreams. Dave gets up, stands on his two awesome feet, brushes off his awesome pants, and takes an awesome step forward.
He then trips on an alien rock and eats alien planet dirt. Fuck.
After Dave takes a few moments to recuperate from when he oh-so-gracefully fell on the ground, he props his arm up from his “face meets ground” position, he makes a mental note to trademark that later, and grunts as he sits up for the second time in under a minute. Thank god there’s no one there to witness his brief moment of uncoolness. The teen spits out a few strands of grass, and feels his face with his free hand for any damage. He huffs softly in annoyance as he feels the bridge of his shades are slightly bent. For a dream, everything feels way too real for his liking. He shuffles and stands up. All in all, he is physically unharmed, but his ego is bruised, along with the front of his body slightly damp from taking a nose dive onto some dewy grass. Finally taking time to properly look at his surroundings before moving, Dave immediately notices a cave to his right which looks ominous as fuck, and a forest to his left, which looks equally as ominous. Or they’re both not ominous as he thinks they are, and he’s just out of his element and overreacting. He refuses to consider for a second that he’s dramatizing this situation, and takes a step (away from the rock, mind you.) towards the cave, feeling that is the more interesting place out of the two.
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