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[tortileghostwriter]

[The video turns on at first to show a kid that...well, he looks a lot like Dave Strider, except not. No shades, lighter skin, lighter hair, purple eyes...hell, he looks just as much like Rose Lalonde. He looks angry, unamused, and very, very tired. With a very new side dose of slight surprise at realizing the video had already begun recording.]

Ugh, I knew that I should have just gone with text...

[Said quietly, mostly to himself. More like a more erudite, non-Texan Dave. With an echo? Huh. Must just be the mic. Yeah, sure. He cuts the feed, shortly followed by this message.]


i will readily admit that being pulled from a null universe doomed to be yet another footnote in the annals of paradox space and into whatever dimension that this tower occupies was quite felicitous indeed
auspicious even
certainly adventitious if only by its very nature
and i suppose that i owe our assuredly ever so gracious hosts some credit in that regard
however
i have business to attend to in the incipisphere
more specifically the land of crystal and mirage
and i will simply not be kept from it
so i believe that my first order of business will be to proceed to aggrieve aggress and attack
until i have stolen away the secrets that this infernal place has to hide
as i said to strider once before
lets rock the fucking house

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[tortileghostwriter]

i have the same questions for you but since you asked first ill pay the courtesy and defer to you first
my name is david lalonde
tortileghostwriter
the knight of light
and im hardly copying anyone
though lavender is a somewhat unusual choice of text color and its refreshing to see my own garrulous and eloquent tendencies mirrored in someone else

my turn
who are you

text => video

[salamancer.livejournal.com]

[She's going to flip onto video.]

...This is rather interesting.

video

[tortileghostwriter]

[He flicks the video on himself.

...yeah he isn't sure how to feel about this, it's like looking in a fucking mirror.]

... ah.

[video]

[salamancer.livejournal.com]

[Goddamn it was like her if she was a boy.]

Well then.

[video]

[tortileghostwriter]

... I can only assume that this isn't, in fact, one of your pranks.

[video]

[salamancer.livejournal.com]

Certainly not. The only prankster of my group of friends is John.

[video]

[tortileghostwriter]

... Yes, I'd been afraid that you might say something like that.

[video]

[salamancer.livejournal.com]

I suppose we are from differing timelines, then? One where, perhaps, you were raised by Mom, while I was raised by Dad?

[video]

[tortileghostwriter]

Right on the mark, it would seem. Irritating as it is. I shudder to think of what being raised by the shrew has done to you.

[oh wait she's dead dammit aaaaaaagh]

[video]

[salamancer.livejournal.com]

The same as it has done to you, I would bargain. [Calm inhale.] Do you mind perhaps, if we were to meet somewhere? I would rather like to meet you, and beyond that, I would like to see what else is differing in our timelines besides the differences in who was raised by who.
Am I correct to assume everyone is still related as they were meant to, though?

[video]

[tortileghostwriter]

I don't mind in the least. It would be prudent, if nothing else... ? [Huh. That shadow on the wall behind him keeps moving.] We're still brother and sister, yes. Seeing you like this... I'm rather surprised that we didn't realize it sooner.

[video]

[salamancer.livejournal.com]

[A quirk of the brow to your shadows, good sir. Grimdark shenanigans, most likely.] It's nice to have a sibling that actually acts like he is my sibling. [Wry smile.] Have you learned your way around, or shall I bring myself to you?

[video]

[tortileghostwriter]

[Slight bit of a sheepish look kind of slips past.]

I haven't... not as such, no.

[video]

[salamancer.livejournal.com]

Where are you currently located? Obviously you are in the libraries if you have found access to the network, so why don't we start by you checking what section of the library is near your terminal?

[video]

[tortileghostwriter]

[There's a pause, as he stands up, walking around a bit to observe the signage before sitting back down.]

Classics.

[video]

[salamancer.livejournal.com]

I will find you shortly.

[And the video feed is cut off.]

[no transmission]

[tortileghostwriter]

[doop doop doop waiting. possibly spinning in his chair a little.]

[salamancer.livejournal.com]

[And she's going to show up right behind him, wearing her black and pink dress and twirling her wands in her hands.]

Greetings, David.

[tortileghostwriter]

[Aaaand he's wearing a black and purple outfit with a chainmail shirt underneath. The Spiral Stairmitar is sitting next to him, spacial dimensions warping slightly around it. His shadow's still writhing and shifting lazily. Forgive him a brief mildly surprised expression.]

... ah. Greetings, Rose.

[Huh. That echo wasn't just the microphone.]

[salamancer.livejournal.com]

...Is this a normal occurrence for your person, or do you happen to be on your way to grimdark at the present time?

[Been there, done that. But definitely not like this.]

[tortileghostwriter]

... It's recent.

[He stands, picking up the Spiral Stairmitar and holding it down towards the ground.

At this point, the lead breaks from the path decided for him by predestination, making contact with a precursor on the hollow way he's taken. They are allways thirteen.

Only a monster of the girl, not even the girl herself, only a distant echo, forgotten by time and changed into nightmares, only revolutions of ruin.

Quiet.]

[salamancer.livejournal.com]

Would you be interested in talking a walk as we discuss things? I can show you around the necessary pieces of the tower. And explain things further, if you wish it.

But first of all... Our timelines. [She begins to walk through the library, expecting that he would follow.] My assumption is that I am further ahead than you, despite the fact we are from different times. [She tucks her wands under her waist sash.]

[tortileghostwriter]

[He nods, walking along with her. He just keeps the Stairmitar at his side, not having a convenient method of stowing it. David hesitates before speaking, not wanting to say it, but...]

I had only learned of my mother's death just under an hour prior to my arrival. Rose-- my Rose, of course-- had just set off to locate the Tumor.

[salamancer.livejournal.com]

Ah yes, I am most certainly much ahead of you, then. Before arriving here, I was on my way to deliver the Tumor to the Green Sun. Both Dave and I are dead, slain by Jack.

I believe you are the only one from your timeline present here, David. But on that note, all of us seem to be from different points in time. While Dave and I are from the same time, Kanaya is quite behind us. I cannot speak for the rest of the trolls, however, for I don't particularly speak with them.

[tortileghostwriter]

So my delightful backwards suicide swandive into the Sun is indeed a Thing. How serendipitous. I haven't the slightest idea what I might have done without that knowledge.

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