first leap of faith ~ action

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

[While walking around campus today, you may come across one particularly handsome and well dressed...

...puppet.

It will just be sitting there. Chilling. Should you look away and back, however, it will suddenly be gone... only to be found sitting somewhere else nearby.

There's no one else around, is there?

Those with a quick eye may catch sight of a dark blur as the puppet moves. If you stick around long enough, the owner might even speak with you. Right now he's just testing the waters.]

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[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[...What the dickens?]

[Equius stares at the puppet for a moment or two, then, slowly, like it might suddenly come to life and bite his finger off, he reaches out to poke it]

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

[And then it isn't there anymore.

Actually, it's just smacked Equius on the back of the head

and can now be seen sitting on a bench not a few feet away.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

Hey!

[Not that that hurt. But still. He whips his head around, scowling fiercely at the dapper green gentleman.]

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

[It just sits and stares back.

Isn't that just the most innocent face?

Isn't it?]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

I see that you've freshened up for the occasion of a new universe. I'm sure the Strider brood will be pleased with your pint-sized threads.

[yep, addressing the puppet like it's going to talk back. she knows that where there is puppet there is Strider; it's just a matter of figuring out which one]

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

[Cal stands, the dark blur controlling its movement, and proceeds to turn around and show off the outfit before sitting back down again.]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

I can't say that I'm particularly fond of the shade you've chosen, but that's more due to obvious biases than any legitimate fashion criticism. And I'm sure that when you lay on Strider's face to awaken him each morning he doesn't care either way.

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

[The puppet is now standing next to her, and she will be privy to its cheerful laughter.]

Haa haa!
Hee hee!
Hoo hoo!

[worthyheir]

[The sight of the garish puppet stops Damian cold. It's like the Joker and Scarface had a fashion-challenged lovechild.

And now it's gone.

His head whips around, trying to find out how it moved--or who moved it.]

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

[It's just leaning casually on a pole nearby.

Nothing out of the ordinary here.

Though its head is tilted toward Damian in a rather conspicuous stare.]

[worthyheir]

[Reaches into his pocket and pulls out a butterfly knife, which he flips open with a flourish and hurls it at the puppet. Freakish thing.]

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

[The puppet vanishes in time not to be hit, and doesn't immediately reappear.

Instead, a voice speaks up from out of nowhere.]

Shit, bro. It's just a puppet.

[tortileghostwriter]

[...okay what the hell was that.]

... Strider's brother, no doubt...

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

[Who is this shmuck?

Forget the puppet for now. Dave himself will appear hanging upside-down in the nearest door frame.]

Which Strider, motherfucker?

[tortileghostwriter]

[Wipe the paint off and look in the mirror, it gets kind of obvious.

By this point, he's met the other Dave Strider, but the face paint catches him off-guard. Mistaking you for Dave doing something stupid, yep.]

What in the world have you got on your face?

[Ignore the echo and he even sounds like Dave too. Less Texan, but Dave.]

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

Paint.

You know, like what clowns wear.

[He flips down onto his feet, turning to get a better look at this other self, brow raised.]

And what are you supposed to be?

[cameraobscures.livejournal.com]

[This is honestly the most familiar kind of thing that's happened to her since she's arrived and she will easily, if allowed, spend a little while trying to follow the puppet around.]

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

[If she follows it long enough, it will lead her toward the food court.

There, it will simply sit at an empty table.]

[cameraobscures.livejournal.com]

[Once it becomes a matter of following and not merely watching, she tackles the task with a certain degree of seriousness. Every so often, when it moves, her hand twitches a bit, like she feels she ought to be holding something and, if one used their imagination, perhaps pressing a shutter. When the puppet seats itself at the table, she naturally finds herself inclined to do the same.]

[brofessrstrider.livejournal.com]

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[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

[The puppet returns the fistbunp.

Right before a somewhat larger fist appears in a direct route toward Bro's face.]

[brofessrstrider.livejournal.com]

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[batmansphoenix.livejournal.com]

[The puppet is freaking Jason out. He reminds him of a certain clown from his world- not in a good way.

And when it freaking moves- Lil Cal is lucky he isn't pointing a gun at it already] The fuck-...?

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

[The puppet shakes as if laughing, and a voice follows.]

Haa haa!
Hee hee!
Hoo hoo!

[batmansphoenix.livejournal.com]

[Wow okay if a silent puppet was creepy, a laughing one is even worse]

The fuck are you?!