open to the east dorm.
CHARACTERS: truemask, bestlieutenant, inquisire and the residents of the East Dormitory
DATE: September 18 (Day 10/11)
RATING: PG-13 - R. Violence is likely!
SUMMARY: The East Dormitory is held hostage, and raids are conducted.
( it is the shape of a skull, with a snake coursing from its mouth in languid movements back and forth )
DATE: September 18 (Day 10/11)
RATING: PG-13 - R. Violence is likely!
SUMMARY: The East Dormitory is held hostage, and raids are conducted.
( it is the shape of a skull, with a snake coursing from its mouth in languid movements back and forth )
Dave's never thought of him that way.
His brother or that guy but never in the way.
Anyway.
Big Blonde is lucky Dave isn't any older or more cocksure. He'd be skewered if the boy was running on longer legs. Because of his age and because magic-- which exists here for sure-- there's black smoke on the Knight's machete when it should have hit a homerun. Fucking wizards.
Next time he sees Rose he's giving her a harder time than granite.]
Runnin'? For real?
[The timetables whir a whispering suggestion of continual rotation. Like the earth should have kept going 'round the sun, before there were asteroids and before bodies started piling up. They're a stabilizing sound like raindrops pattering against Dave's childhood window when he woke up. A reminder that, yes, it can rain-- even in Texas.]
That is so fucking weak.
[Why did it have to be a green burst of light? Dave hates green unless it's an indication of Jade. Green is his least favorite color. Green makes him think of bad suits he regrets alchemizing and one soon two of the times he's died. Green's the color of frogs that can't be perfectly bred and tough decisions brought on by someone he'd almost made the mistake of trusting. There's no love in Dave's heart for green.
His eyes roll and he flashsteps forward toward more black smoke that hits the air and-- Jesus. How grimdark can someone be? How pompous and sure?]
I only just got started.
[Green touches him. Licks at him with reaper flames and he realizes it's not the same sort of spell as before. This one's not going to toss him to the ceiling or make his arms itch.
He desperately would like to timejump-- timefreeze-- timequit.
No. Someone else has all the luck.
His eyes roll again, this time back into his skull as he crumples.
Takes more than a new game to stop Dead Daves from piling up. Who would've thought?]
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Wait, what the fuck.
Bro glances over at Dave. Sees him start to fall. But it can't be that bad, just some spark that knocked him off his feet a little. Right?]
Yo--
[Pause.
The kid's resilient. Dave's never one to fall over unless he's facing some serious asskicking. He's the type to take it, wince and tense up and fight every urge to collapse just to keep that cool facade going strong. Just like his adoptive brother. Just like he's been trained to.
But that's not happening right now.
What was originally thought to be a stumble, nothing more than dirt off both their shoulders turns into something serious and Bro's at his side in half a second. Tries to catch him before he falls facedown on the floor. Keep those shades from cracking. As if that's the biggest issue here.
He can grab that much, arms going around Dave's side and waist. And then there's silence.
Dave isn't breathing. His body's still warm, but there's nothing inside keeping it that way. Not for long.
Bro's face doesn't give way to anything he's feeling right now. Intense, unironic surges of rage, despair, guilt for obviously not acting in time. He looks completely unaffected as he holds Dave's body. Nothing but numbness.
Can't see or hear or make sense of anything else going on right now but the fact that Dave's dead. Just like that. Five seconds ago he was alive and now he's not.
His older sibling is still. Holding that body like it's the most important thing in the world. And honestly, without any sort of irony to speak of, it is.]
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His brain won't stop going, though, it's like once it started translating it had to keep drawing connections, and gradually it slogs through the deadening guilt to make him realize something.]
No-- he's... he's coming back. [Another cough, clearing his throat impatiently.] There was a woman, on the network. She said she'd died an hour ago and woke up on... [Memory reaching--] on a building on the beach. He's coming back.
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He blinks and then there's words coming at him and... what? "He's coming back". The words are meant to be consoling but Bro's unaffected. The logic, or lack of, doesn't matter to him at all compared to what he's feeling right now.
No reply at first. There's tense, tangible silence for at least a full minute before Bro moves, just turning Dave's body over. Still holding on to him. Looking at his face, dead and motionless.
Striders don't cry. As much as he might want to, Bro doesn't. Instead, the stranger gets a lash of that fury building inside of him, higher and higher. Some internal tower of ire rising brick by brick.]
Shut the fuck up. I don't-- fuckin' care.
[Doesn't care about this island or this "game" or anything but the fact that the one person he cares about is gone and he failed to protect him.]
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Too much at once and he really can't focus on whatever this guy's saying.]
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If Dave is going to be resurrected, his body will be needed, so it should disappear at some point. There isn't much else to be done. But it feels... wrong, to leave this scene in which he's culpable. Yet he could be tracking down where he'll be resurrected, and meeting him there--
And undoubtedly get attacked by some monster and need saving yet again, if he could even get out of this dorm. Splendid ideas, Rupert, all of them.
It appears he'll be waiting here at least until the body disappears.]
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