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[reddeadvirtuoso]

is it too much to ask for a little fanfare for the end of the universe?
i mean come on im out there busting my ass to do damage to an oversized electronic that a two year old could do with gravity a hard floor and fifteen seconds of irresponsible parenting
the least i could get is some fucking fireworks when the universe ejects you from existence!
but fine whatever
first order of business
who the fuck took my shovel?
you give me my gun and my rad pjs and you dont give me my shovel thats stupid
second order of business dont step on the black globs
it sucks and its stupid
third order of business dont eat the eggs here theyre fucking nasty
like seriously poultry doesnt even come in that color
maybe they made it from the black globs

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[reddeadvirtuoso]

third floor library
chop chop farm boy

[YOU FOOL EVERYONE HAS SEEN THE PRINCESS BRIDE]

[tortileghostwriter]

[HE SHOULD HAVE SEEN THAT COMING, FUCK. IT WAS A FOOL'S HOPE. ok fuck whatever

He's there in a few minutes. No grindork going on, but that shadow's definitely unnatural. Shades are on, which is...unusual. BE COOL MAN KEEP IT TOGETHER]

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[When he showed up, Jade stood up from her slouch over the keyboard and rushed over to him, squinting at him behind her sunglasses. He definitely looked better than the last time she saw him buuuuut still didn't look really one hundred percent.]

So what up, dark knight? You still got the horrorterrors on speed dial, or are the shades 'cause you're not supposed to rise during the day?

[She would be crossing her arms and tapping her foot impatiently if that was cool and not reminiscent of how she imagined Eridan to be half the time they spoke.]

[tortileghostwriter]

It's just her, Strider--it was always just her.

[echo, some hollowness, but otherwise... anyway. those shades are on mostly for the sake of keeping his facade from totally falling to shambles, it's k. his voice is...he sounds tired, more than anything--but the sight of her is helping. his body language is also, uh. a fair bit more reserved than before.]

[reddeadvirtuoso]

...

[She wasn't going to get upset! No way was she going to get upset. Cool kids didn't get upset. She wasn't going to get angry either because cool kids didn't get angry! Cool kids kept their shit together. Cool kids were able to fix their stupid friends when they rambled about stupid horrorterrors.

She wasn't very good at body language, but Jade was the one that wore shades that David was supposed to make fun of. So, hoping that her own shades and scarf would hide how pissed off and upset she was, she stepped forward, ripped the sunglasses off David's face, and threw them on the ground. She wasn't strong enough to actually break them, but damn if she didn't try.]

Fuck her.

[tortileghostwriter]

[The mask cracks a bit, due in no small part to the shades being torn away.

His mouth doesn't shift at all, but his eyes tell a very different tale.]

I'm rather inclined to agree, after five months of being made to deal with it.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[Just. Glaring at him from behind the shades.]

Then get rid of it already, you stupid fucking prick or I'll do it myself.

[She was pretty shitty at words and she barely understand everything that was happening in the first place, but she knew it wasn't good and she'd said she'd fix it, goddamnit.]

[tortileghostwriter]

[nope nope gonna keep that lineface.]

It can't be done.

[David of all people admitting that something is impossible. Fuck.


to his knowledge, anyway.]

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Bullshit it can't. I said I'd fix your new grimdark makeover so I'll do it whether it's impossible or not.

[Look at how many shits she gives about your opinion right now, she is rapidly approaching the zen point of anger and hardcore determination.]

[tortileghostwriter]

... I can't say that I recall this conversation, but moving on from that...

[it's not that he wouldn't welcome it, he's practically desperate actually. he just doesn't see how it would be done]

Then let's find a way, shall we?

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Well it happened. I don't think I was actually talking to you since you were batshit loco already, and the only one left to talk to was on a pandimensional internet connection.

[And a grin.] Hell fucking yes-- that's what I'm talking about. Just you wait, we'll turn your head into a self-sufficient bachelor pad in no time.

[Not that she really had any idea how to fix it but uh. Damn if she wasn't gonna try.]

[tortileghostwriter]

The less I hear about that the better, I think, if it's all the same to you.

[he's lost himself to Yggdrasil once before here it really wasn't pretty]

I'm rather fond of this plan, inasmuch as it can be called a plan...

[don't worry there are tons of people here who might know something about how to deal with this shit. WE GOT THIS

stregafam could probably at least work as people to bounce ideas off of, they know a feel pretty close to this one well enough.]

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[DAVE'S ACTUALLY APPROVING HER PLAN CALL THE PRESSES

But nah, she does obey his request, instead turning on her heel to stand next to him and throw an arm over his shoulder even if he's a bit taller than her shut up and gesture to the space in front of them as if there was some kind of battle plan in the air.]

It is the best plan, OK. It's a flawless plan. Just leave it to me.

[tortileghostwriter]

[EXORCISMS, EXORCISMS EVERYWHERE???]

... oh, yes. Yes, this is absolutely bound to end well.

[SUDDENLY HE HAS CERTAIN MISGIVINGS, WHEN SHE PUTS IT LIKE THAT]