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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.]

[tortileghostwriter]

What the fucking shit.

[Yes, that was enough to get him to temporarily drop his usual douchey not-paying-attention bullshit with how he types. WELL DONE.]

[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.

[tortileghostwriter]

[Making a note of this...whatever it is's odd choices in slang. It seems to be all over the place...]

For your first question, I am a walker in shadow. Sceadugenga.

As for the second, David Lalonde. The one, the only, and very certainly the best.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[It really is, and it's going to get worse.]

You're a fuckin' hoot, grand, I get the cocky chepooka of Dave the bratchny Strider and the eloquent whiles of the top dame herself, Lalonde, dunno if this is fat city or hell. Oiiii. Now jack open that cluve o' yours and explain to me what part of your gosh darned timeline you came from and if you know squat about trolls. [He's still extremely unsure. This biting hate he feels..it... it's so confusing.]

[Oh god I never really thought about how horrible meeting your character was going to be for Tavros.]

[eggplantallergy]

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

-Gakupo

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

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. ]

[thewindything.livejournal.com]

[tortileghostwriter]

[Sorry just give David a moment to try to parse...is that nadsat? What the hell is nadsat doing mixed in with that clusterfuck? Is this guy just making a verbal melting pot of whatever he thinks sounds cool? Hell, half of that doesn't even sound impressive, it just sounds ridiculous.]

Ah. So that's what a troll looks like. Strange, I was imagining something quite different.

[...wait. Symbol in brown, bull horns...Serket uses those bizarre horned emoticons, types in brown...]

Wait.

Vriska? Now that's curious, I had expected something more.

Female.

[hussiewelcome.png]

[tortileghostwriter]

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

[tortileghostwriter]

yes id gathered that before you even began rambling about it
but regardless
my reaction of what the fucking shit remains

yes the john i know types in green and has a fondness for old video games
you dont seem terribly different
apart from roses penchant for pranks

though i suppose thats more an egbertian trait than anything

[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

[tortileghostwriter]

[OH THANK THE GODS HE'S NOT ALONE]

busy
where are you jade

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[The point isn't to sound impressive, he just does it. Cramming years and piles of media into your thinkpan will do that to a troll; once he had access anyways.]

...I am not Vriska. Jegus. Do you know Jade Strider then? Her and I had a chin wag not to long ago and she said the same thing. Both you birds from the same pool, or are you from another part of town yet to come into the light yet?

[Slowly getting bored now. Good, all this other dimension shit is starting to give him a headache.]