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[tortileghostwriter]

[New post on the network! New ID, new typing form...might ping some of you.]

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 school occupies was quite felicitous indeed
and i suppose that i owe our ever so gracious hosts some credit in that regard
however
i have business to attend to in the incipisphere
and i will simply not be kept from it
so i believe that my first order of business will be to find a way to reverse whatever process snatched me away from the land of crystal and mirage
and proceed to aggrieve aggress and attack
until i have stolen away the secrets that balamb garden has to hide
as i said to strider once before
lets rock the fucking house


[On the action side of things, have a kid who looks...a lot like Dave Strider? Sitting under a tree on the quad, reading a book and looking pissed. OVERDRAMATIC? A LITTLE. But seriously he'll get to the bottom of this shit. "Time compression"? Of all the...those scientists that letter mentioned had better work fast. Is it you, or did his shadow just start moving...?]

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[thewindything.livejournal.com]

[tortileghostwriter]

[Oh look it's Rose. Where's her proper capitalization? Best to call her on it.]

hmmm indeed
the sound uttered by all of historys great thinkers at one point or another
though i see youve missed the shift key rose
turn to page thirty five wherein rose responds to david

[thewindything.livejournal.com]

[...Oh. Oh, wait. You know, John was going to be nice and correct him but. But the Gambit is calling to him and he doesn't think he can let this go.

[tortileghostwriter]

[...that's strange.]






an admirable attempt but the moment when rose calls me david is the moment that heralds the end of all things

try again

[thewindything.livejournal.com]

[DAMMIT.]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Dave? DAVE! Just going to trot over there an- wait a tick, whose this douchebag? Tavros cocks and eyebrow, his stance arrogant and cocky as he stands near the boy under the tree, staring at him with a look of confusion and anger.]

Oi, Dave? I think, or not, god damnit is this happening again? How many like Dave's are there going to be gallivanting around this joint?

[tortileghostwriter]

[David looks up, over his shades--lavender eyes, like Rose's. A lighter kind of blonde, too. He had intended to keep them on for now, because shade from the tree or not, it was a bright day. But whatever. He captchalogued the sunglasses with a flick of his wrist. When he speaks...yeah, this definitely is not the Dave you're looking for. It sounds almost...hollow. But beyond that, definitely inflections more in line with how Rose speaks than how Dave does.]

David.
Do I know you? I think I'd recall meeting someone like you, but one can never be too sure these days.

[He'd be annoyed, if he didn't think watching Tavros's reaction to his presence was amusing as fuck. Kind of a terrible person? Only a little.]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[WHAT]

[IS]

[THIS]

[ABOMINATION?!]

[He looks...horrified...and confused... and... This person is... like the person he hates more then any other person in his entire life, and...also...like...the person he loves more then...anyone else and...what...what...what DO!?]

[Excuse the staring. He doesn't know whether to swoon over you or bitch at you for slandering Rose's identity.]

[tortileghostwriter]

[MISSION ACCOMPLISHED]

Yes, yes, it's a perfectly reasonable reaction. Take care to retrieve your jaw from the ground.

[To be perfectly honest he doesn't have much patience for this world's stupid fucking shenanigans right now.]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

What, the dickens, ARE YOU!? [Well, it's a Dave, though, that's obvious. He pauses, growling as he ducks his head down, pinching the bridge of his nose and squinting his eyes shuts.]

No, just...just tell me your bloomin' name.

[eggplantallergy]

..so...you just want to go home?

-Gakupo

[tortileghostwriter]

yes thats about the long and short of it
though i suppose its only home in the relative sense

[eggplantallergy]

You should have just said that! That was all a bit long winded.

[tortileghostwriter]

yes well im afraid that my penchant for verbosity gets the better of me quite often
though now that i know it bothers people ill certainly make an effort to curb it

[Lying like the facetious douche he is.]

[eggplantallergy]

You seem very similar to someone else here in Garden.

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[tortileghostwriter]

an unfortunate simile given the fact that those books are completely abysmal but ill allow it to pass

that would be a fair assumption
i presume then that you would be rose lalonde
no doubt the light player
or perhaps the knight who can say
of that bluetexting johns merry band

i shudder to think of what being raised by my mother has done to you

[WHO ISN'T SHUDDERING? This guyyyy but seriously that concept weirds him out a little bit.]

at any rate it would appear that not only has shanghaiing occurred but the ship has been taken over entirely
the stores of the hold taken aboard the queen annes revenge and the sailors either made to join the crew or walk the plank
when everything of use or value has been taken the ship is burned and the pirates continue on their way

but seriously where are you

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[that is such bullshit and she knows it. but honestly she's still not very 0k with this whole alternate thing, and is reacting in the only way she knows how to the unknown: cryptic assholery and snark]

[tortileghostwriter]

noted

[Yeah, he's just going to look up and do a quick visual scan of the buildings around, based on what he knows so far. Retrieving the Spiral Stairmitar from his strife specibus, just to get that added bonus to movement when he needs it--that familiar numb sensation returning to the length of his arm, and in the corner of his eye, it's almost like the roof of one of the buildings grew a little--and just like that, he's moving as light, appearing and disappearing in the air of the quad, peering into PRETTY MUCH EVERY WINDOW.

He needs to see this for himself.]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[Rose is, as vaguely detailed, sitting next to the window of one of the buildings. she doesn't expect anything to come of her little facetious hedging of location - the short reply only confirms that he's obviously not in the mood for one-upmanship maneuvers right now. a pity, but there you go.

something outside catches her eye, though. is...is someone flitting around in the air? what the everloving fuck. she gets up from her computer terminal to stare more fixedly out the window. now would not be a great time for her to start seeing things.]

1/3

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

[ It takes her approximately five minutes to figure out that 1) this person does not type like the Rose that's not her Rose and
2) that



is

blue

DAVID? ]

2/3

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

[ Shit. How does she look? Wait that's stupid she always looks awesome.

But a preliminary ruffle of her already bedhead-looking hair can't hurt.

What if he's not David? What if he's John from another universe that just happens to like the same things?
This is stupid, answer the man, Strider! ]

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

[ So. Smooth. ]

[tortileghostwriter]

[OH THANK THE GODS HE'S NOT ALONE]

busy
where are you jade

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

[ She is actually going to leave and find you now oops. ]