[Davesprite doesn't mind; he's bringing his own sword. Of course, since he no longer has his chestsword, the one he's got is strapped onto him kind of awkwardly.
He floats into the shuttle bay, glaring at Foxface.]
[Whereas Vriska would like to politely suggest that swords and knives go fuck themselves. REAL kickass types fight with magical dice whilst flapping around and shedding sparkly fairy dust all over the battlefield, okay, so you ~losers~ are welcome to your stupid pointy objects.
YEAH!!!!!!!!
...Oh, right. Mission time. Mission time with Dave and also the other losers on the team, Vriska guesses, although seriously it'd probably just be easier to leave them behind an-- OH FUCK IT'S CREEPY REDHEAD GIRL. Aww hell naw.]
I'm pretty sure she was just leaving! And tripping and falling and breaking her neck on the way out.
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Staring at dem knives.
Are they really for them? Is she really the first one here? Surely, no one will mind if she steals a few. Or a lot. ]
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He floats into the shuttle bay, glaring at Foxface.]
What the fuck are you doing here.
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YEAH!!!!!!!!
...Oh, right. Mission time. Mission time with Dave and also the other losers on the team, Vriska guesses, although seriously it'd probably just be easier to leave them behind an-- OH FUCK IT'S CREEPY REDHEAD GIRL. Aww hell naw.]
I'm pretty sure she was just leaving! And tripping and falling and breaking her neck on the way out.
Twice.
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[Fuck you, Vriska, knives are cool. And you know what else is cool? Guns, aimed at stupid dumb Daves. Fuck Daves, seriously.]
So why don't you two fuck off and find your own shuttle-- this one's ours!
[yup this is clearly the best team]
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