The great thing about Dave is that there's like a billion of him running around. And knowing him, he's known about Bro's demise several times, and probably before we got confirmation from the alpha Dave. But I still can't imagine he'd be chill with it.
The sound of his voice was wrong. It wasn't the mellow, even tone that he'd just tossed over his shoulder in his proclamation to hog the hot water for a shower. Having raised him from infacy at least let Strider know when something was seriously wrong with his kid. He automatically turned from his position at his mixing tables, with the query already on the tip of his tongue.
There was a soft push of wind, and a punch with a decent amount of strength and anger that followed behind it. It landed square on the corner of his mouth, the power and intent travelling through his skull rather than stopping at it. Maybe it was because he was caught off guard because he'd been expecting something other than a sucker punch, or maybe, just maybe, because the kid could not have moved that fast and caught Bro off guard. Normally.
Sprawling on his expensive equipment, tounging the raw spot his teeth gouged in his inner lip, he concluded this was not normal. Drops on blood scattered on the vinyl album beneath him as he worked his jaw, and he looked over his shoulder from his position rather than straightening from it. The neon green that graced his eyes was nearly blinding in its own right, and he blinked against it. "Nice duds, man."
"Don't." The same tone from before, when he called his name. Terse. Angry. Hurt that masqueraded as hate. Loss.
For a second, Bro's heart did some weird tremble flip, because he knew what this was about, and he knew he didn't have to front and pretend he was ignorant of this Dave and what he was so angry about, and he knew. Knew. That he didn't have to pretend that he wasn't sorry.
Because he was. He always had been, and it he always knew it would never make it less difficult when it happened, or less surprising, or stop his last moments on some god forsaken rock worrying about his kid.
So he only responded with, "Okay." He hadn't moved yet, allowing the kid the respect he deserved for the amount of growing up he'd done since he'd last seen Bro. Allowing him to decide how it was he wanted to mourn, giving him the decision. He tracked the tightness of Dave's cheeks, the tremors in his lips. Anger and sorrow at once, and he wanted to be told what to do, even if he would rather swallow his shades before letting it happen. He wanted permission to do something, but he was too angry to ask for it.
Well. Bro wasn't going to let him take the easy path. He half sat where he was, blood pooling in his mouth, watching Dave stiffen in the soft green suit.
He reflected that it wasn't fair to make the kid grow up at thirteen. Wasn't fair to treat him like some homie who done dissed him. Not at this point; maybe earlier, when he needed to figure out how to figure out to navigate this crap by himself, but not now. Right now, Dave knew all of that and was sick to his back goddamn teeth of silly bullshit.
It was his kid. And his kid was angry and hurt that Bro had probably known all along that he was vetting him to pretty much know how to take care of himself. How to be grown when he couldn't count on the grown up anymore.
He'd gone without one for... he searched the kid's face. A while. He'd gone without orders and flown by the seat of his pants rolling with it for weeks, maybe months. And in some way, beneath all that anger and betrayal that his only connection could just fucking leave him, probably on choice, like that, was a question.
Okay so it was several questions, but it could be resolved with just one answer.
He regained his feet smoothly, respecting Dave's newfound prowess by not surpressing his own. He watched his face a little longer, the anger making it just that much impossible to do what needed to be done.
So he grinned. "Don't be such a prick." And reached out, grabbing the back of his neck, feeling him stiffen against the contact, and pulled him against him. Just like always, Dave fought against the comfort. He had to, Bro was totally ignoring that he'd grown up so much, ignoring all the shit he'd seen and done and pretty much turning him back into the Dave who lived with him in the shitty little apartment. You can't undo what's already been done, that's what Dave's physical protest was saying. With that gotten out, for a few stony seconds with a teenager locked in his arms, they held out. Dave resenting, Bro withstanding it.
It was all written in his joints and the set of his jaw. What are you stupid? Do you think I'm stupid? Everything's all fucked up and it's your fault, and why didn't you fucking tell me, you knew it, you always knew it because you always fucking know everything.
But you already knew all that.
Didn't you. Dave held out, smouldering.
Bro's response was just as silent and much more simple. He lifted a hand to rub it against the shoulder blades beneath the green, plushy fabric. Dave felt like an alley cat beneath his palm, all angles and bones, horrified at the touch and relieved all the same. Built in his genetic code and conditioned from birth.
He relaxed, the harsh lines of his body collapsing against Bro's larger, sturdier frame. It was as much respite as he was going to give himself, and as much comfort as he would allow. Just enough give to let his arms loosen from their rigid stance, hands come up to grasp the fabric of his brother's perpetual tshirts where it sagged around his belt. Just enough so that he wasn't pushing away with his whole body. Just enough to let Bro hug him.
It was more of an apology he would have allowed himself to envision.
Graven_Image: That was awesome.
Tybian Sothoth: Whoa... Looking forward to the next part
KarneWarrior: Hehehe... That's such an awesome punishment for Vriska...
Sionnan: Man, your fics keep making me get all emotional...
@eB: yup, I'm a she, and I'm glad that you liked it! Your reactions always help me gauge whether or not my stuff is going stale, because you're a very direct person, so thank you for taking the time to comment. (Also check your PMs.)
@Doodled- thank you! I'm glad you read and liked it.
sionnan! you're a pretty damn fine writer, and as everyone's been telling you, you've got the strider narrative voice down pat. it's fabulous. it's fantastic. but since you seem to be worried about it, i'll pop in my two cents: yeah, it's wearing thin. and this is coming from a person whose body of work is basically nothing but fics involving dave, so me getting tired of reading fics about a strider probably says something.
i just genuinely think that there's only so much you can visit particular subject matter before you completely bleed it dry. like you obviously love writing about these two so much. that much is really apparent, and if it's what makes you happy, then by god, keep writing it and don't let what other people tell you stop you. but from a reader's (specifically, a fan's) perspective, it reads like the same fic over and over again. and not just in subject matter, but in structure. the same narrative tone, the same internal struggle, and the same issues. if i see you say "striderfic," i can pretty safely assume that it's going to a vignette between 1000 and 2000 words in length, involving bro, dave, or bro and dave together being a.) heartwarming, b.) heartbreaking, and c.) emotionally inept, and that's before i even pop the spoiler open. and at first it was great. it was exciting! but 20 stories later and it's impossible for your fics to wring any kind of response out of me. this is kind of the same love/hate thing i have with a lot of different tv shows: great writing, but eventually so formulaic that even the writing can't make it interesting anymore.
i legit love it when see you pop in with a fic where you've tried different things. you're a talented writer and i honestly think that's wasted on a subject you've already covered so, so much with a structure and a style that no longer challenges you.
@sarasvati: THANK YOU. No seriously I mean that, and this is actually kind of a huge PHEW for me, because I think what you've done is at least give a voice to probably at least half a dozen or more people out there. Yeah, I really do like writing these guys, but it's probably a little apparent that it's starting to wear on me, and now I know it's wearing a bit on the reader base. (And to be honest I'm almost a little agog at myself for having produced so many of these. It's by far the largest amount of fic I've ever produced for any fandom, or in fandom, period.) But with all this in mind, I believe I shall start seriously doing other things. Addiction is a strong thing. ;P
And besides, if I don't try something else out, I'll never grow as a writer. So thank you for your opinion, and for your kind words!
First, I doubt that a fanbase will just get sick of strider fics in general (as in, "I don't want to read another strider fic"), so I think you're fine there, and have been for a while
Second, though, I also agree that there is a limit to how much strider fic one can write, as sarasvati elegantly put it, you run out of material and are rehashing old formulae.
However, you have frequently found new material when I thought the well of potential had dried up. Case in point, this fic - exploring Dave's grieving process has not been touched on very much so far.
Ultimately, as long as you have new ideas, and as long as you want to write something, go for it. When you feel like you should branch out and experiment, go for it.
Good luck! Improve! Spread your wings, and fly, pupa, fly!
I really like your take on Tim. It's like Groundhog's Day, but with an end in sight, but all that hope does is prevent you from using nhilism as an escape.
It makes me understand the Servant of Time that much more.
Your name is Tybian Sothoth. Today marks your 6th Wriggling day, which you feel is hardly a cause for celebration...Even if you wanted to celebrate, there isn't anybody around...
Speaking of things nobody is around to know about, your INTERESTS. You have a habit for collecting WORTHLESS PILES OF SHIT that wash up near your hovel. Most of it is waterlogged, but some of it still works, you guess LIVING ON AN ISOLATED PATCH OF LAND kinda sucks! You have a deep passion for movies of a HORRIFIC AND CLICHE KIND. You can't understand WHY these WIGGLEFLICKS catch your liking; it's infuriating to even think about. You enjoy STARGAZING, but it's mostly to look for comets or see how close you can LOOK INTO ALTERNIAS SUN BEFORE THE PAIN FORCES YOU TO STOP. You're working toward a career as a noble STARFARCUTIONER, one of the greatest positions in troll society, regarded for their discovery of NEW WORLDS TO BE CONQUERED. You try jotting down constellations and stars that you think are newly discovered, but it usually turns out other STARFARCUITONERS have already recorded them, or the TROLL ARMADA has made the place it's bitch. That makes you look like EVEN MORE OF A DOOFUS.
You have a deep-rooted hatred for face-to-face encounters, or you should say text-to-text encounters, with other trolls your age. They are all IDIOTS WHO ONLY FURTHER YOUR INFINITE RAGE. Your not sure why you bother to pester some or put up with being pestered via your new message client, Trollian. Your Trolltag is solarRavager and you have a tendency to speak in a /one/y and du// manner that usua//y annoys or puzz/es you /nto f/ts of RAGE...
Tybian: Examine room
You take a second to marvel in the horrible collection of items you’ve managed to scrounge from your landlocked prison. Unlike most trolls, you were brought to this island by your lusus when you were still a grub. You figure your lusus did so in order to protect you from the unknown horrors of the mainland, but shit is just as bad in the middle of the ocean as it is in the middle of a hive cluster.
You’re pretty tired of having nothing but seafood to eat, and are equally tired of having to deal with the sea-dwellers who constantly ravage your island and steal your things. You’ve long since given up fighting them off, but every once in a while you manage to jump one and give him a nice brass telescoping.
Tybian: Look outside
You don’t have windows in a cave, numbskull
== > A Cave?
Yeah stupid, what part of volcanic island cavern didn’t you get?
== > You never mentioned a volcano OR a cave
Tybian: Shut this sassy mother up
Nah, you decide the pestering isn’t much of a bother, in fact it’s kinda nice hearing a voice instead of the usual GLUBBING or WHO’ing.
Tybian: Captchalogue Telescope
You grab your brass beat-em up TELESCOPE with your NEWTON MODUS. Great, you hope it won’t crack went it falls out of the TREE.
Tybian: Leave Cave
You leave your Rock Den and peer out to sea.
Wow, it’s fucking nothing.
Tybian: Retrieve telescope
Luckily the sand breaks its fall from the tree.
It’s so aggravating how careless this modus is, you have no idea.
Your telescope has been broken for fucking ever, why would it work now.
Tybian: Look up
The stars glisten and twinkle in the stretch of black across the wonderful night sky. You find yourself drawn once again to that green speck amidst the amber and yellow lights. Like a friends comfort in a dire situation, you feel yourself calmed and cool despite your boring and lonely life.
It is always there, the green best friend that you’ve often imagined visiting, if only to peer back at this dull planet and wonder why you never left it sooner. Your life has been empty for a long time, but these days it feels even colder and confusing. You feel pulled along, as if by strings, by an unknown puppet master. The strings guide you to new experiences and doings you used to feel unnecessary or downright dull. Yet, you feel compelled to allow yourself to be controlled. You’ve always allowed others to do the decision making, never you. Like the lonely green star, you are bullied by the masses unforeseen.
"Don't tell me that man doesn't belong out there. Man belongs wherever he wants to go--and he'll do plenty well when he gets there." -Wernher von Braun
You’re not sure who Man is, but whatever the case, you know you’ll accomplish what Wernher said.
You’ll find that lonely green star.
Tybian: Go back inside
You head back into your cave and are about to head to sleep when your computer begins dinging up a fucking storm.
Oh not her. NOT HER.
Tybian: Answer Troll
-- arachnidsGrip [AG] began trolling solarRavager [SR] --
AG: Just thought I’d let you know!!!!!!!!
AG: That I got invited to a super cool game
AG: And you aren’t invited this time :::;)
SR: Good, /’d sooner drown myse/f then p/ay one of your sh/tty games aga/n…
AG: Uhuh, sure
SR: Though /’m surpr/sed you’re even be/ng cons/dered for games after what you d/d…
AG: You mean the cripple?
AG: That was part of the game!
AG: It’s his fault he couldn’t play it right :::;)
SR: You’re scum you know that…
AG: Oh c’moooooooon
AG: I know you can do way 8etter then that solarCry8a8y
SR: Just what do you want…
SR: /’d /ove to go to s/eep r/ght now…
AG: You’re so 8oring
AG: 8oring 8oring 8ooooooooing
AG: You used to throw some good tantrums my way
AG: I guess those retards have culled that “infinite” rage you used to spew on and on a8out.
AG: Am I right?
AG: Is the little a8andoned gru8 gonna wallow in his hole some more?
SR: / don’t ta/k about my anger anymore because of you…
SR: Not because of any of those fuckst/cks…
SR: You shattered my w/// to even try getting angry anymore…
AG: Uhuh, go on.
SR: / used to s/t in my cave and wonder just what / was m/ss/ng out on be/ng stuck here…
SR: Th/nk/ng that the grubs on the ma/n/and must be hav/ng the t/me of the/r l/ves...
SR: But after / spoke to you…
SR: After you crushed a// of my hopes and asp/rat/ons for what //fe cou/d be //ke…
AG: Yeeeeeeees ::::]
SR: / rea//zed-
AG: YEEEEEEEES 8888D
SR: YOU MADE ME TH/NK THAT ON/Y ROTTEN D/RT EAT/NG, SCUM SUCK/NG, PO/SON-TONGED ASSHO/ES //VED ON THE MA/N/AND, AND / JUST GAVE THE FUCK UP…
SR: BOY WAS / AN /D/OT, //STEN/NG TO WHAT YOU SA/D BEFORE...
SR: / W/SH / NEVER GAVE YOU THE T/ME OF DAY...
SR: MAYBE THEN / COU/D HAVE BEFR/ENDED SOME OF THEM...
SR: AND NOT JUST EXPECT ANOTHER TRO// //KE YOU...
AG: 8itch 8itch 8itch 8itch
SR: / DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY / BOTHER TA/K/NG TO YOU ANYMORE…
SR: /T’S NOTH/NG BUT HEADACHES AND TW/TCH/NG ANGRY MEMOR/ES THAT COME FROM THESE R/D/CULOUS FUCK/NG “CONVERSAT/ONS“…
SR: YOU WERE /NV/TED TO A GAME…
SR: THE /D/OTS ARE EITHER TOO B//ND TO SEE YOUR OBV/OUS B/TCHWAYS…
SR: OR THE/R SO DESPERATE TO APPEASE THE/R WE/RD /OVE SQUARES, THAT THEY PASS YOU AROUND //KE A WORN OUT THORNED DO//…
AG: You still think of me as a doll?
AG: That’s so thoughtful ;;;;)
SR: QU/T TW/ST/NG MY MEAN/NG AROUND…
SR: THAT WAS MEANT TO /NSU/T YOU AND YOU FUCK/NG KNOW /T…
AG: Ok, you’re 8oring again.
AG: Just wanted to see if I could get a few more rage 8arks out of you 8efore the end.
SR: Just what the fuck does that mean…
AG: What the fuck does what mean?
SR: Before the end…
SR: What are you p/ann/ng now…
AG: None of your 8uisness.
AG: It’s a little out of the 8a8y glu88ers league anyway.
SR: Whatever, //ke / g/ve a rats ass what you do…
SR: Just heed th/s warn/ng…
SR: /f / ever here from you aga/n…
SR: You w/// regret ever fuck/ng w/th me…
AG: 8lah 8lah.
AG: Huge douche.
AG: L8ter looooooooser.
-- arachnids Grip [AG] has ceased trolling solar Ravager [SR] --
Tybian: Burn off some steam
THAT STUPID BITCH DRIVES YOU SO FAR UP THE WALL. IT IS INSANE THE AMOUNT OF ANGER YOU ARE FEELING. SERIOUSLY.
Tybian: Calm down?
ARE YOU SERIOUS? YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW STUPID THAT SOUNDS.
Though, you suppose it is time to lighten up a little.
You remember the arrogant pluck mentioning something about “the end.”
You might have been able to play it off as crap to her, but that threat sounded pretty ominous, especially from the likes of her.
Tybian: Seek counsel from TC
-- solar Ravager [SR] began pestering terminally Capricious [TC] --
SR: She’s at /t aga/n…
TC: WhO iS aT wHaT?
TC: WhOsE hEr NoW mY bRoThEr?
TC: aNd WhY nO hElLo? :o)
SR: Sorry, / just got done ta/k/ng to AG…
SR: St/// a b/t shaken from that…
TC: It’S aLl GoOd
TC: ShE cAn Be A pReTtY bIg PaIn SoMeTiMeS
TC: YoU jUsT gOtTa IgNoRe HeR mAn
SR: / know, / can’t seem to stop ta/k/ng to her though…
TC: WhY nOt?
SR: No c/ue…
TC: WhAt’S sHe Up To AnYwAy?
SR: She started ta/k/ng about some dumb game…
SR: Went off g/oat/ng about how / wasn’t /nv/ted to p/ay //ke / g/ve a sh/t…
TC: AwW dUdE
TC: I tHiNk I kNoW wHaT gAmE sHe’S tAlKiNg AbOuT
SR: You do…?
SR: Wait, were you invited too?
TC: YeAh, KaRkAt InViTeD mE
TC: In FaCt
TC: I’m In ThE mIdDlE oF pLaYiNg It RiGhT nOw
SR: What /s /t…?
TC: I dOn’T kNoW
TC: I’m JuSt DoInG wHaT tHe OtHeRs TeLl Me
TC: :o) hOnK hOnk
SR: We// that as/de…
SR: AG ment/oned someth/ng about “the end”…
SR: Do you know anyth/ng about that…?
TC: It CoUlD hAvE sOmEtHiNg To Do WiTh ThE mEtEoRs
SR: What meteors…?
TC: ThE mEtEoRs MaN
TC: gO lOoK :o)
Tybian: Go look
You catch a glimpse of what seems like a hundred red streaks flying into the horizon.
SR: / was out there on/y a few m/nutes ago…
SR: What /s go/ng on…?
TC: yOuR gUeSs Is As GoOd As MiNe
SR: /’// /et you get back to your game now…
SR: / want to f/nd out what these meteors mean…
TC: aLrIgHt BrOtHeR :o)
TC: tRy To NoT lEt Ag BuG yOu AnYmOrE
-- solar Ravager [SR] ceased trolling terminally Capricious [TC]
TC: hOnK hOnK!
Tybian: Grab stuff
You re-captchalogue your TELESCOPE and equip your GRAVKIND SPECIBUS.
It’s a pretty weird SPECIBUS, but you figure you’ll need it…probably…
You return to your computer and Troll the first troll you see on that's still on.
Last edited by Tybian Sothoth; 01-24-2011 at 12:35 PM.
He had enough time to prepare himself for the inevitable. So when he saw the floor coming towards him, he closed his eyes and just hoped it wouldn't be painful.
There was nothing but the very short, horrifying pain of the impact destroying every bone in his body and then nothing but darkness.
He didn't know how long he was in the darkness. Was it mere seconds? Was it a millenium? He didn't know.
It wasn't until he heard a voice that he opened his eyes.
"Hello there, who are you?"
He found himself face to face with a girl he had been watching for the past couple of hours...that was until he said something stupid to her and got rebuff and then stabbed and then fell to his...wait.
"uH, wHERE AM I?"
She smiled at him and he felt his heart flutter.
"This is the afterlife silly, we're all dead here. But it's so much fun because all of our friends are here."
She looked at him and at his horns.
"Oh, you're one of those trolls aren't you?"
"uMM, yEAH, i WAS,,,bUT HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT?"
"Because a whole bunch of your friends showed up just before you did! We're all having fun at my place, come with me."
She took his hand and helped him up. He felt his heart beat faster as she did so, it beat faster when he realized he wasn't standing on cold metal anymore. It was his own legs. They were back.
"What's wrong silly? Why are you crying?"
"mY LEGS,,,i HAVE MY LEGS BACK AND THEY WORK,,,"
"Why wouldn't they? But lets get to that party! Everyone will want to meet you!"
The happy girl dragged Tavros through the fields and forests of the afterlife, it was so beautiful. He finally felt safe and happy. Then they came up to a massive tower, it looked just like the one the girl he watched had. She opened the door and they entered a large room with several tables and many guests.
"We've got a new guest!"
Everyone turned around to see who it was and the trolls all gasped.
"DD: < Tavros!? What are you doing here?"
The girl who brought Tavros to the party turned around and clasped her hands to her mouth.
"T-t-tavros?! You're the one I talked to all the time wasn't it...back when we were alive..."
"uH, yEAH, i LIKED TALKING TO YOU, yOU MADE ME FEEL SO-"
He was cut off when she wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed on his shoulder.
"I've always wanted to meet you, I was glad and upset when your dream self didn't show up with the others."
He returned the hug and smiled, "i, uH, hAVE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS FOR WHAT WAS, uH, oNLY A SHORT TIME, bUT, iT, uMM, fELT LIKE AN ETERNITY,"
Most everyone in the room smiled and clapped at what was going on, good old goofy dreamselves. Well, except for Dream Karkat, his attitude wasn't much different from his living self.
"SO WHAT DID YOU IN?"
"i, uH, tRIED TO FIGHT VRISKA,,,aND IT DIDN'T GO WELL,"
Dream Karkat got up from his seat and walked up to Tavros, he gave the troll he barely tolerated an angry smirk.
"NO SHIT, BUT AT LEAST SHE CAN'T FUCK WITH YOU ANYMORE."
Tavros looked at everyone gathered around him and smiled, "yEAH, yEAH, yOU'RE RIGHT, iT'S GOING TO BE BETTER NOW,"
Dream Jade stumbled back from Tavros, "What?..What's happening?"
She started to become wavy and indistinct, she and Tavros reached out for each other, but their hands just passed through each other.
"nOOOOO, nOT HERE, pLEASE,"
Then he noticed everyone was backing up from him and staring at him.
"I WONDERED WHAT YOU WERE DOING HERE WHEN YOUR DREAMSELF DIDN'T SHOW UP WITH THE REST OF US."
"bUT, i THOUGHT THEY WERE ALL KILLED WHEN tHE dEMON DESTROYED pROSPIT AND dERSE,,,"
Tavros looked at his hands as he started to vanish from the afterlife. Dream Karkat rubbed his chin and thought deeply, "WHERE DID YOU LEAVE IT WHEN YOU WOKE UP?"
"i, uH, wAS EXPLORING BEYOND THE VEIL AND I ENTERED tHE fURTHEST,,,"
Tavros' eyes widened in horror as he realized where he was going to go.
"tHE fURTHEST rING,,,bEFORE THE hORRORtERRORS SCARED ME AWAKE,,,"
Everything went dark and Tavros didn't know where he was, he didn't want to know where he was. He could hear things around him, things trying to talk to him in horrible languages and gibbering.
He covered his ears and reached out with his powers, reached out to someone that could help him.
On a snow-covered world, a green girl was sobbing by herself. Everything was going so terribly since she came back to life. She knew it was going to go all wrong, she saw all the people that were in the afterlife so she just knew it. Plus there was that Green Sun that hurt her eyes and made it hard to focus on anything at all.
She was going through another fit of tears about how all of this was too hard to handle when something made her doggy ears perk up.
She stopped and looked up into the sky in the general direction of The Furthest Ring.
It couldn't be...it couldn't be him...
She teleported out, she had someone to rescue.
This was short and stupid, but I so hope this is what happens in canon
Professor Layton and the Puzzling Crossover, Part One
-dapperDetective has started annoying pluckySidekick-
DD: How are you doing, Luke?
PS: Professor, I don’t think I LIKE this game!
DD: Now now, we must perservere. That’s what a gentleman does!
DD: Now, what seems to be the problem?
PS: It’s just, gee, Professor, I’m buried in shorts!
PS: Shorts everywhere! Growing from trees! Making up buildings. EDIBLE SHORTS!
DD: Have you tried to find a puzzle about them?
PS: Puzzle? Professor, they’re shorts!
DD: Even a pair of shorts can hide great secrets, Luke.
PS: I suppose you might be right…
DD: I’m certain you will figure it out.
PS: Gosh, I guess I better get started! Talk to you later, Professor!
DD: Until next time.
-pluckySidekick has ceased annoying dapperDetective-
Professor Layton is the Gentleman of Logic with the Land of Mysteries and Enigmas. He fights with swordkind and uses Riddle Modus. Luke is the Page of Keen in the Land of Shorts and Enthusiasm. He fights with Hatkind and uses Pocket Modus.
-- solar Ravager [SR] began trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG] --
SR: / need /nformat/on…
CG: OH? AND JUST WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I TELL YOU ANYTHING.
CG: SERIOUSLY, GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON WHY.
SR: Because / know that AG is p/ann/ng someth/ng…
SR: And / know you know that…
CG: I ALREADY KNOW THA-
CG: SO YOU THINK THAT BECAUSE AG WENT OFF AND SPEWED SOME NONSENSE TO YOU THAT YOU’RE INSTANTLY ENTITLED TO MY BUISNESS.
SR: Wou/d you just te// me what the meteors are a// about…
CG: BECAUSE FUCK YOU AND NO
SR: WHAT D/D / EVER DO TO YOU…
CG: OH SO NOW YOUR GONNA CRY ABOUT IT?
CG: I DON’T WANT TO TELL YOU WHAT THE METEORS MEAN.
CG: THAT’S TOUGH SHIT, GET USED TO NOT KNOWING ABOUT SHIT THAT DOESN’T CONCERN YOU.
CG: SERIOUSLY, HAVE YOU EVER STOPPED AND WONDERED HOW MUCH OF A NOSEY LITTLE PRICK YOU ARE?
CG: YOU ALWAYS GO AND BOTHER US JUST TO FIND UT ABOUT THE SIMPLEST THINGS, WHEN THERES ALWAYS THE POSSIBILITY OF ASKING YOUR LUSUS OR MAYBE…
CG: JUST MAYBE…
CG: YOU CAN JUST THROW UP YOUR ARMS AND SAY “FUCK IT” AND JUST LIE DOWN AND SLEEP.
CG: I’LL TELL YOU WHAT THE METEORS MEAN.
CG: THEY MEAN SHIT TO YOU, AND EVERYTHING TO ME.
CG: PLAIN AND SIMPLE
SR: NO / AM NOT FUCK/NG HAPPY…
SR: YOU CAN S/T THERE AND TE// ME THAT / SHOU/D KEEP MY NOSE OUT OF OTHER PEOP/ES BU/SNESS A// YOU WANT…
SR: BUT THE FACT /S, / DON’T HAVE THE /UXURY OF //V/NG WHERE YOU DO…
SR: /’M NOT SURROUNDED BY GOOD TH/NGS OR A LUSUS THAT CAN ANSWER MY QUEST/ONS…
SR: SO / MAKE DUE W/TH THE CRAP THAT WASHES UP ON THE SHORE OF MY SANDY…
SR: P/ECE OF SH/T /S/AND…
SR: NOW /’M ASK/NG YOU…
SR: NO, DEMANDING THAT YOU TELL ME...
SR: WHAT DO THE METEORS…
CG: BOO HOO
CG: I’M STUCK ON AN ISLAND
CG: I CAN’T DO ANYTHING
CG: ALRIGHT, I’LL CUT YOU A SMALL BREAK
CG: ONLY BECAUSE I'M TIRED OF HEARING YOU CRY SO MUCH ABOUT IT
CG: THE METEORS ARE GOING TO PUMMEL THIS ENTIRE PLANET
CG: IN FACT, THEY’RE ALREADY DESTROYING MOST OF IT AS WE SPEAK
CG: APPARENTLY A FEW OF US WERE PRESELECTED TO SURVIVE THIS FUCKING MESS
CG: WHILE THE REST OF YOU WILL DIE TO IT
CG: I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY
CG: I JUST TOLD YOU HOW YOU’RE GOING TO DIE
CG: DEATH BY MOTHER FUCKING METEOR
CG: I HOPE THE ONE THAT LANDS ON YOU GIVES YOU A GOOD “FUCK YOU” STRAIGHT FROM ME
SR: THAT’S THE DUMBEST TH/NG /’VE EVER HEARD…
CG: CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT
CG: BUT SOONER OR LATER THE TRUTH WILL SQUEEZE ITSELF INTO YOU LIKE A 5000 TON CHUNK OF FUCK
CG: LATER LOSER
ARE YOU SLOW OR SOMETHING? YOU’RE ALREADY OUTSIDE!
Tybian: Activate GRAVKIND SPECIBUS
It fails to work…
Tybian: Throw down SPECIBUS in anger
Fuck that, you swim out into the ocean
You watch as your tiny hole, the little place you called home get swallowed by molten lava. The trees, which you used for various things, wilt and burn in an instant. The sand becomes overtaken by the fiery red magma. The top of the mountain gets more and more engulfed in smoke, the lava pouring out faster and faster.
You watch in awe as your tiny and peaceful island slowly melts away. All that’s left of your old life is the small green dot in the sky. That shining star, the only thing left of you’re old life now. You wade farther and farther out to sea, following the star away from your old life and into the unknown…
Lusus: Save him!
You quickly snatch your unconscious troll from the violent waves of the sea.
Tybian: Wake up
You wake up
You have no idea where you are. The only thing you recognize is the ocean in front of you and the sand you sit on. Your lusus lies asleep next to you. You guess it was a small miracle you were saved at all.
You can see the smoke from your island far in distance. The blue star still shines in the nights sky, while the meteors continue to shine streaks of red across the black sea of the above.
Suddenly you feel dizzy.
It’s there, the Green star
Such a beautiful light
You feel like you could just reach out and touch it
If only you could just reach…
Whose hand is that?
Tybian: Wake up x2
You wake up to the sound of an ear splitting noise. A horrible horrible gulp of a noise that leaves you aggravated beyond all comprehension.
You can’t even think straight, not about what’s going on, not about where your lusus is, and certainly not about who that was in your dream.
Gulping noise: SHUT THEF UP
You can’t exactly stop the gulping noise, you're only DYING AT THE MOMENT.
Tybian: GET THEF UP
You can’t exactly get up, you’re trying to keep the noise from splitting your brain in two.
Lusus: Move this along
You shove the idiot into the water.
Tybian: GET UP
The gulping noise subsides, replaced only by a muffled shrill. Once again your lusus saved you in the nick of time, but from what exactly.
You raise your head out of the water. Your lusus floats beside you in the water. You figure whatever that noise was must have killed it. Poor guy }
The world now feels strangely quieter. The meteors have finally stopped falling.
Tybian: Find your green friend
You look in the sky for your green friend, but it’s not there. In fact, many of the stars that used to blanket the sky have either disappeared or grown much larger.
== > Suddenly
The ground shakes, the smoke and sparse clouds part ways, the oceans waves grow larger and more violent. As you stare into the sky, you know exactly whats coming, you know exactly what is about to happen.
That 5000 ton chunk of fuck is about to deliever to you Karkat’s coup de grace.
Whatever that fucking means.
Chunk of Fuck: REVEAL YOURSELF
The skies burn, the waters churn, the earth quakes, the lakes boil, the mountains crumble, whatever is left is shaking to it’s root.
Alternia is about to get a pretty big kiss from an unruly piece of rock.
And the only one left to witness all of this, is the young troll that was never able to witness anything else.
He thinks he’s alone.
Doc Scratch: Hello
A mysterious white suited figure appears from out of fucking nowhere. His odd sphereical white colored head, lack of horns and striking clothes bewilder the young troll to the point of collapsing. He is a species that the troll has never seen or heard of before. The White Orb headed guest watches the troll closely, almost as if studying him.
Meanwhile the Chunk of Fuck bears down closer and closer upon the pair.
WHAT WILL YOU DO?
Tybian: Get ye flask
NOW IS NOT THE TIME FUCKHEAD
Tybian: TRY SOMETHING STUPID
Your MODUS drops your TELESCOPE into the sand, you grab it and chuck it at the new guest.
Hey, you tried something stupid.
== > This can’t end well
Your guest catches the TELESCOPE and quickly vanishes and reappears directly in front of you. Before you can even gasp, you feel yourself become undone from everything around you. A small taste of some unknown entity touches your very being for a split second.
The sensation is indescribable, yet before you know it, the entire sensation ends as quickly as it began.
[CENTER]You can’t, because the sensation has put you to sleep
You will need it.
Last edited by Tybian Sothoth; 01-21-2011 at 06:55 PM.
Strong Bad clicked on the icon for the newly installed "PesterChum."
A digital box popped up on the screen.
"Let's see here..."
He thought for a while, and then typed in his ChumHandle.
Almost instantaneously afterward, somebody had connected to him.
-- merchandisePropagator [MP] began pestering cynicalLuchador [CL] --
MP: Hey Strong Bad!
CL: That was... fast.
MP: Efficiency is my policy! Even if it involves typing a name and clicking over and over!
MP: So, how does it go, Senator Bobble-head!
CL: Well, I just installed this piece of technonolology here.
CL: I'm not quite sure if I understand the point of it, Bubs-keep.
MP: How about that game, then!
CL: Game? All else you gave me was a disc with a green spiral-mesh all up ons it.
MP: That's the game!
MP: You press that button on your computer to open the tray, then you put the disc in and play it!
CL: No way, really?!
Strong Bad quickly took out the disc in question.
"SBURB (Client)", it read.
He pressed the button, and the CD slot came slowly out, with an elegant "AAAAAAAaaah..." sound effect from the Comp-eh.
A fizzy drink came out with it.
All this time, SB had thought it was a drink holder.
He put the disc into the tray, then stopped.
Something didn't feel right.
CL: Uh, Bubs?
MP: Strong Bad!
CL: I don't feel very good about this...
MP: Come on, Boxing Gloves!
CL: Bubs... Where did you even get this game from?
MP: I got it in my snail-mail!
CL: Great, listen, Bubs...
MP: How can I listen to you through the screen? I'm not psychic!
CL: Look, Bubs, where did you order the game from?
MP: I didn't order it!
MP: Yeah, Strong Bad!
MP: Don't worry! Just let it play!
MP: What could possibly go wrong?
CL: That's not really helping.
MP: Come on!
CL: Look, I'd rather have more non-broken computers.
CL: And this game...
CL: It's giving me the jibblies!
CL: My stomachal region is acting all crazy...
CL: I don't think it'd be a smart idea...
MP: And WHEN has that stopped you before?!
CL: Good point.
Strong Bad hesitantly reached out and pressed the button, allowing the SBurb Client Disc to move into the computer...
"Hold on to your sweaty pant-suits... Here we goooooooooo..."
To swoop through the world of your dreams all your life, above a landscape of gold and white…
To die in a heroic sacrifice, and save the life of a friend…
To live in a small world with all your friends, happy as can be…
And to come back so abruptly and
She had too long of a body, with feet that couldn’t touch the ground- or anything for that matter. A pair of ears that heard far too much sprouted from her head, a pair of tufts from her cheeks and another from the chest.
And her eyes saw almost like other peoples’ eyes. Almost. Except for the SUN.
The SUN was everywhere she looked; burning and obscuring everything in the sky with its fire so hot it wasn’t really fire, just pure insane deadly radiation. The plus side was that she could see everything. The bad side was that she saw everything.
She felt every stab and every burn. She felt every spark and fizzle of a pair of doomed worlds. She felt fear and hate and bile. She cried because her eyes burned, and she cried because her friends were all dead and she cried because she was being slapped and because everything was so WRONG.
Slice. The troll empress-to-be is now two troll empresses-to-be.
Stab. Burn. The cat girl is dead.
Boom. The Emotionless Robot was scrapped.
Thunk. That nice boy she talked to on Prospit is now a flat boy on the ground.
The deaths were racking up.
Jadesprite cried. What else was she supposed to do?
And she cried because she was being slapped and beca-
I'd like.. no, wait, like is not the right word. I'd be interested in reading a fanfic where Tavros come back as a ghost, emotionless as Aradia was, to see how the other trolls, and of course Vriska would react to him. Anybody interested at the idea?