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.]

Comments

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

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

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

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

I'd assumed it was something to do with your incorrect application of irony. [slooowly bringing a hand up to massage the bridge of her nose]

Three. That makes three, then.

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

Three? Three of what? Of me?

...Fuck, sis. I don't think one world can handle that many levels of cool.

[Though it's nothing out of the ordinary, all things considered. Not where Dave is concerned.]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, only one other could really be counted as cool in the sense you use it. The last one is more in line with me than anyone else. [said with some amusement. as if they weren't similar enough already]

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

...Yeah, I'm just not gonna ask about that one yet. I'm sure I'll run into the motherfucker sooner or later.

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

More likely than not. We share that selfsame penchant for showing up when least wanted.

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

Awesome.

[He had a habit of doing that too, really.]

How long have you been here?

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

A little over a week? Not very long compared to most people, but long enough to become acquainted with the routines and layout of this place.

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

So long enough to be able to answer my questions, but not so long that I look like a complete newb in comparison. Good.

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

I think you might want to reevaluate that statement in light of who you're speaking with. Likely you've forgotten the trademark Lalonde hypercompetitiveness.

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

Hey, nothin' to compete about here, sis.

Ain't like I want motherfuckers comin' to me for answers all the time.

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

Somehow I highly doubt that you're ever going to have that problem, no matter how long you reside here.

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

What? Don't I look like the sort of guy you could just walk up and question?

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

Not if you want to walk away with your dignity and wallet intact.

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

So you're sayin' I'm around the same level as 'petty thug'?

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

Strider, let's not be ridiculous. We both know you aren't tall enough to be classified as a thug.

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

Ouch. No faith. No faith at all.

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

I'm steadfastly cynical about everything in my life. You can rely on that constancy in a twisted way if you'd like to.

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

True. Got enough things to throw me the motherfuck off today without havin' to worry about you suddenly changin' on me.

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

Rest assured that I will never maintain an upbeat and positive attitude even for a nanosecond. If nothing else you may trust the doom and gloom I live to spread.

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

Not even for a nanosecond?

I feel sorry for whatever motherfucker you end up sleepin' with some day.

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

Don't waste the effort. True to my gothic horror roots I'll consume him whole before the night is out.

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

So hardcore. How can I even compare?

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

It's best you don't even try, lest the price you pay for greatness is your own mind.

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

Oh shit, son. Look out.

Mystery chick remains a mystery, then.

Not that my thinkpan ain't already pretty fucked up as is.