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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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You ain't my Dave.

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You some alternate universe Dave where erryone's juggalos?

Not... everyone...

[That hurts, Bro. That hurts deep. Not just in the physical sense either.

He tries, not very successfully, to regain some of his dignity by standing up straighter.]

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Bro Strider, but you prolly knew that. Tell me 'bout yourself. Trying to keep tabs on all the Daves since y'all seem to be multiplyin and I figure I'm as responsible for you shitheads as anyone.

Me? Oh, you know. I'm just one of the excess ones.

[He opens up his sylladex and stores lil Cal away. ...As well as the paint off his face. Comes with practice. Now if he could only get it to reapply it too rather than just flinging the gloop out like a paint ball...

His sunglasses are in his hands before he closes it up, and he sets those back on his nose.]

No need to bother with a Dave that ain't yours.

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Yo, hey, look.

I'm sorry, aiight? Knee-jerk reaction, I'm just not used to being back and falling all over all these students yet, seriously. My deal if I wanna bother with you.

... and you're good, with Cal. [] My Dave pretended but in the end he never wanted anything to do with the guy. But Cal's my man, so...

[He's forgiven at the apology. Immediately. The part of Dave that's a troll with some abandonment issues has latched onto a possible father figure something fierce, and it's with a fair amount of restraint that he isn't embraced right there in the courtyard. As it is, the boy's hands (in the same fingerless black gloves) twitch slightly at his side and he crosses his arms over his chest to make up for it.]

Yeah, sure. It's cool.

[It's only the best thing ever to see you alive again.]

...Me and Cal just kinda reached an understandin', is all.

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Hey, Cal's an understanding guy. You just gotta get to know him.

You sassin up the freshman with Cal then?

[Don't cling, don't cling... Whoops, tearing up in response to the lack of cling. Good thing those sunglasses are there.]

Yeah, man. Chicks dig a guy with the proper toys.

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Truth, man. Totally true.

[Oh god. He's gonna squeeze the life back out of you.

And he might sob once or twice. Quietly. Before wiping tears caused by BRIGHT SUNLIGHT (yeah, he's kidding no one) away from his eyes and replacing his sunglasses again.

He clears his throat.]

It's... good to see you.

I mean. It's about motherfuckin' time you showed up again.

Yeah, like anybody could keep this fucker down, amirite?

[p... ause]

Guess I bit it where you're from too, eh.

[NO SENSE DODGING AROUND IT]

...Yeah, pretty much.

[Except there's no 'pretty much' to it. Like a doornail, bro.

He scratches at the back of his head a little.]

But you weren't entirely wrong. I ain't Alpha Dave, anyway.

Well, you're still Dave. [] Unless you ain't and I got that wrong too...?

Tell me about it, man.

I'm mostly Dave... yeah.

[He's been trying to avoid the subject, but if there's anyone here who deserves to know, it's Bro.]

Kinda got my soul merged with a dead troll, both of us from a doomed line. Both of us me now.

Shit.

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Which one? Don't know the trolls too well. 'cept for that blind chick who used to troll you.

Doubt you know this one at all.

Wore the face paint. Obsessed over clowns. Was kinda batshit.

[No, it isn't difficult at all to say these things about himself.]

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Nah, don't know him.

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But 's cool. You're still family to me, dude.

[So forgiven.

Best bro ever.]

Heh...

So. What the motherfuck have you been doin' here?

Raising hell. They tried to make me go to school, then they said I'd fail so I said fuck you and graduated.

Now I teach.

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I know, right? Professor Strider, who the fuck would have thought.

[Professor. Strider.

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...Nope.]

You teach what, exactly?

Blades and art appreciation. By which I mean sick beats and graffiti and inner city arts. And puppetry. And music history.

Also they shoved me into teaching Spanish, but whatever.

Shit, I need this class.

I'm not all officially signed up yet. Still gotta pick out a couple courses.

Dude, you should totally sign up for my stuff. Show up the other kids. I need some folks who ain't total slopeheads in the audience.

I will make this happen, motherfucker. I'll properly demonstrate Strider superiority.

Fuck yes.

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