Play the Rain (Open)
who: Rose Lalonde and you.
what: Rose is skulking about, trying to figure out where exactly she is, how she got here, and most importantly, how to get out.
where: Zone R01, Kurzweil.
when: Now.
warning: Eldritch tongues and the girls who speak them, and storms that resemble tentacle monsters.
( It's raining, it's pouring. )
what: Rose is skulking about, trying to figure out where exactly she is, how she got here, and most importantly, how to get out.
where: Zone R01, Kurzweil.
when: Now.
warning: Eldritch tongues and the girls who speak them, and storms that resemble tentacle monsters.
( It's raining, it's pouring. )
Just this once, he'd managed to sneak away. It was sure to be only a short escape, and probably would result in Vriska keeping an even closer eye on him, but for now he was not worrying about that, just enjoying flying.
Until he saw the storm cloud, at least.
For a moment, he inspected it from a distance. The thing was obviously not natural, and there was something familiar about it that he couldn't place.
Deciding to investigate further, he flew closer.
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That unmistakable combination of shitty eyewear and orange feathers would've been impossible for Rose to miss. She briefly tilted her umbrella so she could look upwards. He was pretty high up in the air, it didn't look like he'd noticed her yet. She let out a low sigh as she got a good look at him. She had no illusions that he had died at Jack's hand or anything like that. Crystal ball and everything. He looked significantly worse in person though.
She spared only another second to think about that before she started wondering just what he was doing here. She had been assured that she was not currently residing in a dream bubble, which could only mean he'd fallen victim to the same thing as her.
She briefly considered calling out to him, but that didn't seem appropriate, and her...frustrating pseudo-conversation with John was still quite fresh in her mind. So, she did the next best thing.
Unless Dave had his head up, he'd be beaned in the nose by a ball of yarn a couple seconds later.
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Dave did not, in fact, have his head up, and the ball caught him completely by surprise. He managed to catch it, though, and stared at it dumbly for a moment.
Tentacley cloud of grimdarkness + purple yarn =
Oh.
Time to flap around wildly in all directions in an attempt to locate ectosibling? Hells yes.
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Either way, when she got tired of it, she raised up one of her Thorns. A loud spark came from it, just enough to get his attention.
That done, she captchalogued the thorn and waved to him.
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He flew down to her, raising an eyebrow when he saw her new appearance, but not commenting on it.
"Sup, Lalonde."
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Of course, she doubted he'd be able to understand her. Or maybe he would. He had became a game construct, after all, if she would expect anyone to understand her now, it'd probably be him.
Emotional facades under the guise of the scientific method. The Lalonde way, if ever there was one.
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