[ video // filtered from jack and eridan ] || four: while im rising from the streets
[ The video clicks on, a single young teenage boy in a black suit sitting in the middle of an empty room. Anyone who's been keeping track of the network over the past few days knows this kid, or at least has a strong feeling about it - he's got the same strawberry-blonde hair, the same tone of skin and glasses. This is the last surviving Strider. ]
[ He stands up, still looking straight into the device he's set to record, and begins to speak. ]
Knight of Time here. Sup.
[ His hands go into his pockets, a well-rehearsed slouch finally kicking in. ]
So we got a psychotic spacefurry onboard, and he's going to kill anyone in his path. Only two deaths so far- [ And unless you know him damn well, you're not seeing a trace of reaction here, but holy hell is that hard to say. ] -and that ain't bad for a station with spawn points, but hey, overachiever like me, I'm thinking we can keep the bodies from piling up too high.
[ And, just like that, a second Dave in a different red tux walks onscreen. He stops a meter or so away from first Dave and nods. ]
Don't need any more corpses than we already got. Dead people getting in the way, man, about as uncool as you can get.
[ In a just-barely perceptible flash, a third Dave in a tacky green suit is there, arms behind his head and lying in the recliner. ]
Just-passed pollution, your gentle goddamn repose ruining the air, taking our oxygen, taking our space. Man, every time you die, you don't just affect yourself. You're fucking with the environment.
[ Dave smirks. ]
And shit, cool guys like us, we know better than that. Fucking green crusaders over here, declaring holy war on any asshole that tries to fuck with the ecosystem.
[ And now the joke's over, because suddenly all three Daves are standing. Nobody is smirking anymore. The first Dave continues speaking. ]
Don't try and take him on alone. No fucking point. You'll be dead before you even see him. [ Thinking, and then- ] If you do see him nearby, not really any point in running, since you're going to die if he sees you. Try sending out your location. Letting people know's better than nothing.
[ He goes silent for a moment, trying to think of what to say, and finally shakes his head. ]
Fuck this. Enough of this explanation bullshit - whenever you got this plan shit all worked out, think I'm ready to finally do something. Until then, making the most of my time.
[ A Dave in blue jeans and a t-shirt walks on screen, reaching forward for the communicator. The Dave in a black suit holds his hands out, two red turntables on gears appearing underneath his hands. ]
Later.
[ The camera goes off. A few short seconds later, it clicks back on with new intended recipients. Blue-jeans Dave is the only one on-screen, speaking directly into the feed. ]
[ Private to everyone in Strider House // Sollux's Encryption ]
We're getting out of here. Already moved all our shit - think it's about time for a change of fucking scenery.
Be in the living room in ten minutes or you're getting left behind. Stick with the group, aight?
[ He stands up, still looking straight into the device he's set to record, and begins to speak. ]
Knight of Time here. Sup.
[ His hands go into his pockets, a well-rehearsed slouch finally kicking in. ]
So we got a psychotic spacefurry onboard, and he's going to kill anyone in his path. Only two deaths so far- [ And unless you know him damn well, you're not seeing a trace of reaction here, but holy hell is that hard to say. ] -and that ain't bad for a station with spawn points, but hey, overachiever like me, I'm thinking we can keep the bodies from piling up too high.
[ And, just like that, a second Dave in a different red tux walks onscreen. He stops a meter or so away from first Dave and nods. ]
Don't need any more corpses than we already got. Dead people getting in the way, man, about as uncool as you can get.
[ In a just-barely perceptible flash, a third Dave in a tacky green suit is there, arms behind his head and lying in the recliner. ]
Just-passed pollution, your gentle goddamn repose ruining the air, taking our oxygen, taking our space. Man, every time you die, you don't just affect yourself. You're fucking with the environment.
[ Dave smirks. ]
And shit, cool guys like us, we know better than that. Fucking green crusaders over here, declaring holy war on any asshole that tries to fuck with the ecosystem.
[ And now the joke's over, because suddenly all three Daves are standing. Nobody is smirking anymore. The first Dave continues speaking. ]
Don't try and take him on alone. No fucking point. You'll be dead before you even see him. [ Thinking, and then- ] If you do see him nearby, not really any point in running, since you're going to die if he sees you. Try sending out your location. Letting people know's better than nothing.
[ He goes silent for a moment, trying to think of what to say, and finally shakes his head. ]
Fuck this. Enough of this explanation bullshit - whenever you got this plan shit all worked out, think I'm ready to finally do something. Until then, making the most of my time.
[ A Dave in blue jeans and a t-shirt walks on screen, reaching forward for the communicator. The Dave in a black suit holds his hands out, two red turntables on gears appearing underneath his hands. ]
Later.
[ The camera goes off. A few short seconds later, it clicks back on with new intended recipients. Blue-jeans Dave is the only one on-screen, speaking directly into the feed. ]
[ Private to everyone in Strider House // Sollux's Encryption ]
We're getting out of here. Already moved all our shit - think it's about time for a change of fucking scenery.
Be in the living room in ten minutes or you're getting left behind. Stick with the group, aight?