first leap of faith ~ action

[knightofmirth]

[While walking around campus today, you may come across one particularly handsome and well dressed...

...puppetIt 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

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[bookshrew]

I see that you've freshened up for the occasion of a new universe. I'm sure the Strider brood will be pleased with your pint-sized threads.

[yep, addressing the puppet like it's going to talk back. she knows that where there is puppet there is Strider; it's just a matter of figuring out which one]

[knightofmirth]

[Cal stands, the dark blur controlling its movement, and proceeds to turn around and show off the outfit before sitting back down again.]

[bookshrew]

I can't say that I'm particularly fond of the shade you've chosen, but that's more due to obvious biases than any legitimate fashion criticism. And I'm sure that when you lay on Strider's face to awaken him each morning he doesn't care either way.

[knightofmirth]

[The puppet is now standing next to her, and she will be privy to its cheerful laughter.]

Haa haa!
Hee hee!
Hoo hoo!

[bookshrew]

[she crosses her arms and quirks an eyebrow sardonically down at Cal]

Yes, I thought you might say that. I would advise you to be careful though, because while I may not be emotionally traumatized by you like certain men we both know I'm not adverse to tossing you from great heights again. Your best behavior, please.

[knightofmirth]

[The puppet gives a short salute.

Then Dave is standing there with the doll tucked under one arm.]

So everyone probably thinks you're mad enough without you having to be seen talkin' to this motherfucker for a while.

[For her his face is clean of paint, the usual sunglasses in place.]

[bookshrew]

[a smirk is tugging at her lips. finally the Strider appears.]

Quite the contrary, I've managed to cultivate a wonderful facade of complete normalcy. So far as anyone here knows I might even have stereotypical hobbies, unlike certain persons still playing with dolls.

[knightofmirth]

Puppetry is a perfectly fine hobby. Anyone who says otherwise is an unappreciative loser. Present company excepted if I'm feelin' generous.

[The puppet disappears into his sylladex and he sticks his hands in his pockets.]

I should've expected to find you here first, sis.

[bookshrew]

Your magnanimosity is as always the shining ray of sun on my otherwise bleak existence. Remind me to find some suitable stationery so I may hand write you yet another thank you card.

[she spreads her arms out, the smirk widening] What can I say? I have a terrible habit of stomping in as fast as I can to ruin any potentially enjoyable situation.

[knightofmirth]

Shit, you know I read those before I go to bed each night. Makes me all motherfuckin' glad to know you care. Warms my heart.

So you're hardly ruining anything. Where would I be without you to guide me? Lost in a sea of my own motherfuckin' ineptitude, is what.

[bookshrew]

Proud as I am of serving as your beacon of sanity in this sea of stupidity you insist on surrounding yourself with, I think that's laying it on a little thick. After all, even I can admit that I'm prone to watching you run into walls a few times before intervening.

[knightofmirth]

Never said you weren't a sadistic beacon.

So should I keep bangin' my head into the nearest pole or can I get the Rose tainted version of the going ons here?

[bookshrew]

That depends on whether or not you're intending to properly concuss yourself with your flailings. It's so much easier to discuss weighty matters with you when you're only half conscious.

[knightofmirth]

If I just acted spaced out enough would that do it for you?

[bookshrew]

I'm not sure I'd be able to tell the difference between your usual demeanor. [she puts a hand to her chin in mock consideration]

[knightofmirth]

If there's no difference then the head pounding shouldn't be necessary.

Feel free to start the low-down any minute now.