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first leap of faith ~ action

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

Haa haa!
Hee hee!
Hoo hoo!

Edited 2011-07-20 01:18 (UTC)

[she crosses her arms and quirks an eyebrow sardonically down at Cal]

Yes, I thought you might say that. I would advise you to be careful though, because while I may not be emotionally traumatized by you like certain men we both know I'm not adverse to tossing you from great heights again. Your best behavior, please.

[The puppet gives a short salute.

Then Dave is standing there with the doll tucked under one arm.]

So everyone probably thinks you're mad enough without you having to be seen talkin' to this motherfucker for a while.

[For her his face is clean of paint, the usual sunglasses in place.]

[a smirk is tugging at her lips. finally the Strider appears.]

Quite the contrary, I've managed to cultivate a wonderful facade of complete normalcy. So far as anyone here knows I might even have stereotypical hobbies, unlike certain persons still playing with dolls.

Puppetry is a perfectly fine hobby. Anyone who says otherwise is an unappreciative loser. Present company excepted if I'm feelin' generous.

[The puppet disappears into his sylladex and he sticks his hands in his pockets.]

I should've expected to find you here first, sis.

Your magnanimosity is as always the shining ray of sun on my otherwise bleak existence. Remind me to find some suitable stationery so I may hand write you yet another thank you card.

[she spreads her arms out, the smirk widening] What can I say? I have a terrible habit of stomping in as fast as I can to ruin any potentially enjoyable situation.

Shit, you know I read those before I go to bed each night. Makes me all motherfuckin' glad to know you care. Warms my heart.

So you're hardly ruining anything. Where would I be without you to guide me? Lost in a sea of my own motherfuckin' ineptitude, is what.

Proud as I am of serving as your beacon of sanity in this sea of stupidity you insist on surrounding yourself with, I think that's laying it on a little thick. After all, even I can admit that I'm prone to watching you run into walls a few times before intervening.

Never said you weren't a sadistic beacon.

So should I keep bangin' my head into the nearest pole or can I get the Rose tainted version of the going ons here?

That depends on whether or not you're intending to properly concuss yourself with your flailings. It's so much easier to discuss weighty matters with you when you're only half conscious.

If I just acted spaced out enough would that do it for you?

I'm not sure I'd be able to tell the difference between your usual demeanor. [she puts a hand to her chin in mock consideration]

If there's no difference then the head pounding shouldn't be necessary.

Feel free to start the low-down any minute now.

If you bothered to take heed of the letter that your unceremonious arrival most of the basics are covered there. Your time shenanigans are apparently not unique to our universe, and in this world they've decided to start pulling people in.

There's seemingly no way back except by the whims of said time bullshit, so in the meantime you're welcomed by the facility to take part in military school. I do hope you can march better than you can not be a pretentious dick.

I read the letter. I wanted to hear what you had to say anyway. Because unbelievably I actually like to know your thoughts sometimes.

I'm afraid your hopes are set a bit too high on that last mark, though. There's very little I do better than be a pretentious dick.

Is that so? The wonders never cease. Excuse me for a moment Strider, I need to stagger to my fainting couch before this sudden onset of extreme vapors completely overpowers me. I wasn't expecting such a shock to me delicate system at all today, I'm completely unprepared for this revelation.

Luckily for me that news that you still achieve top marks in pretentious dickery should tide me over long enough to find a safe harbor.

Let me get you some smelling salts for that. Don't mind that they've been up my ass all day.

Who else is here?

No need, I always carry a fresh bottle of salts in the off-chance that my brother bashes me over the head with surprising information.

Beside yourself and me? John, a good swath of trolls, and...some alternate universe shenanigans.

Oh right. Couldn't be without those.

[Those aren't specifics, but he's not going to bother with specifics. She has no reason to believe he's familiar with all the trolls anyway.]

I'll make sure to look up the best friend, then.

Of course not. The world isn't complete unless it's bushing the upper limits of how much purple bullshit can be contained on one planet, after all.

[she can't help but roll her eyes] You should do that, I'm sure he'll be overjoyed to see you.

It's John. Of course he will be. Even if he's just seen me. That's how he rolls.

[Except saying that made it sound like John might actually be cool in some shape or form.

Welp.]

Actually.

[He takes off his sunglasses, blinking dual-colored eyes at her.] Just so you don't get me mixed up for my broself later.

[her eyes narrow, shoulders unconsciously tensing up. something isn't right, and she doesn't like it] Alright, I'll bite. What the fuck?

What? [He grins, revealing sharper than usual teeth.] Never seen motherfuckin' heterochromia before?

That's not what I'm talking about and you know it. [her mouth is flattening into a narrow line. cut the bullshit, that's her realm]

[He shrugs.] You didn't say nothin' about the threads.

And you already admitted there was time shenanigans all the motherfuck over.

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