Well, I suppose that given the worrying rate at which alternates have been leaking into this facility in the past few months it was only a matter of time before I would be forced to face off against my own doppelganger. Or text off, as the matter stands at the moment.
I shudder to think what marked differences keep us from being defined as the same person in anything other than name. The infinite possibilities of the universe are truly frightful to contemplate in this context.
And here I thought that I'd never see a timeline offshoot of my own, having sworn off of Strider's time shenanigans. Facing off is hardly necessary unless we've something to disagree about. Knitting circles aside, I'm sure you'll be relieved to know that there's nothing out of the ordinary about me.
You'll have to elaborate on infinite possibilities. I shudder to think of what someone with a good imagination could do to someone of our ilk.
I do believe that I hold the privilege of claiming to be from the timeline from whence all others spring by virtue of arriving in this godforsaken universe first, but that's a technical detail that can be saved for a later conversation. Initial greetings should contain only pleasantries, even if they're between individuals who likely know more about each other than is typical.
You'll have to forgive me if I continue to suspect something off about you, simply by virtue of you being an alternate. With the arrival of several of my companions who have been (to borrow an idiom from Strider) flipped turnways biologically, my paranoia about anomalies only grows stronger day by day.
You might. It's hard to tell wherein lies the elusive title known as alpha, and I wouldn't discredit any claims to the so-called throne of viability. But it's a pleasure to meet you, however strange the greeting may be.
Flipped turnways biologically? I'd hate to imagine that we'd grown up as anything other than Lalondes, though something about Rose Strider twists in my stomach in a way that no other thought could. It's a little unsettling to think of.
[...yeah ok let's take a crack at this because oh god this is perfect. shifting his text color, putting on his best take on Strider-ness. god, he's out of practice there. BEST PLAN, THIS CLEARLY CANNOT FAIL]
there you are lalonde about fucking time you showed up god DAMN up to my fucking neck and flipped turnways by all this shit knight of times getting jerked around by time thats fucked up
[ She's suspicious, but continues. Surely an imposter would slip up eventually; in the mean time, it's fun to play along. ]
Knight of Times getting jerked around by time? My, how poetic. Soon you'll be writing epic poems devoted to your time travelling pursuits, with yourself as the main character. Dave Strider, majestically fighting the Imperial Drones and avoiding the threat of culling in order to win the hearts of two morally suspicious trolls.
Put up your sword, Strider. You said you wanted to fight me, and though I have no sylladex, I doubt you'll wish to take that chance.
If you don't remember, then this conversation is utterly pointless. Nevertheless, I'm sure temporal mechanics will forgive me if I spoil a bit of the plot.
We'd just had a conversation about the Green Sun. And when I mentioned that I wasn't coming back, you gladly offered to take my head off instead. We called it a duel and bid our goodbyes.
you are in luck because this is the more handsome john! you are the prettier rose, right? the prettier jade is around here too somewhere. but hm, wait...
[ glossing over her conversation with human rose. ]
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I shudder to think what marked differences keep us from being defined as the same person in anything other than name. The infinite possibilities of the universe are truly frightful to contemplate in this context.
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You'll have to elaborate on infinite possibilities. I shudder to think of what someone with a good imagination could do to someone of our ilk.
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You'll have to forgive me if I continue to suspect something off about you, simply by virtue of you being an alternate. With the arrival of several of my companions who have been (to borrow an idiom from Strider) flipped turnways biologically, my paranoia about anomalies only grows stronger day by day.
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Flipped turnways biologically? I'd hate to imagine that we'd grown up as anything other than Lalondes, though something about Rose Strider twists in my stomach in a way that no other thought could. It's a little unsettling to think of.
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there you are lalonde
about fucking time you showed up god DAMN
up to my fucking neck and flipped turnways by all this shit
knight of times getting jerked around by time thats fucked up
anyway
sup
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Knight of Times getting jerked around by time? My, how poetic. Soon you'll be writing epic poems devoted to your time travelling pursuits, with yourself as the main character. Dave Strider, majestically fighting the Imperial Drones and avoiding the threat of culling in order to win the hearts of two morally suspicious trolls.
Put up your sword, Strider. You said you wanted to fight me, and though I have no sylladex, I doubt you'll wish to take that chance.
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sure yes lets go with that one
damn whats got your granny bloomers in a knot lalonde
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We'd just had a conversation about the Green Sun. And when I mentioned that I wasn't coming back, you gladly offered to take my head off instead. We called it a duel and bid our goodbyes.
I'm calling you out on that duel now, Strider.
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you are the prettier rose, right? the prettier jade is around here too somewhere.
but hm, wait...
[ glossing over her conversation with human rose. ]
i am guessing you are not OUR troll rose though?
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