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CHARACTERS: Rose Lalonde (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
knitwit) and Dirk Strider (splinterself)
DATE: May 23rd
RATING: PG13 for possible foul language!
SUMMARY: Rose is planning on improving her skills by grinding in a remote area. Of course, she naturally wants to stock up on goods at the weapon shops and item stores and it is here she runs into Dirk Strider.
There had been no true reasons why Rose Lalonde could find comfort in her surroundings. Not only was the eternal calling that pecked and pierced her brain giving her a headache, but it was urging her onward in her quest for knowledge on their situation. Her datalogs had been finished for the day and all she had to do was step back into reality -- or virtual reality -- and make her plans active.
The weapon store had been dealt with, a small upgrade was her prize after selling some useless items she encountered. The heavy book still traced against her hip from it's sling, but she was not weighed down too much. It swayed to and fro as she continued towards the dimly lit merchant booth that housed her current needs and wants: items.
Rose's vivid irises scanned the stock, attempting to navigate her needs and wants with the utmost calculations. Darn those calculations.
"If only there was some sort of walk-through I could read on this stupid item guide," Rose whispered under her breath.
It was tedious to navigate their little communicator, but she made due using the apps she needed. Perhaps when she wasn't aimlessly tired and the eternal sunset wasn't plaguing her vision she'd learn the electronic. Highly unlikely, but she still continued her search through the silly item bar.
knitwit) and Dirk Strider (splinterself)DATE: May 23rd
RATING: PG13 for possible foul language!
SUMMARY: Rose is planning on improving her skills by grinding in a remote area. Of course, she naturally wants to stock up on goods at the weapon shops and item stores and it is here she runs into Dirk Strider.
There had been no true reasons why Rose Lalonde could find comfort in her surroundings. Not only was the eternal calling that pecked and pierced her brain giving her a headache, but it was urging her onward in her quest for knowledge on their situation. Her datalogs had been finished for the day and all she had to do was step back into reality -- or virtual reality -- and make her plans active.
The weapon store had been dealt with, a small upgrade was her prize after selling some useless items she encountered. The heavy book still traced against her hip from it's sling, but she was not weighed down too much. It swayed to and fro as she continued towards the dimly lit merchant booth that housed her current needs and wants: items.
Rose's vivid irises scanned the stock, attempting to navigate her needs and wants with the utmost calculations. Darn those calculations.
"If only there was some sort of walk-through I could read on this stupid item guide," Rose whispered under her breath.
It was tedious to navigate their little communicator, but she made due using the apps she needed. Perhaps when she wasn't aimlessly tired and the eternal sunset wasn't plaguing her vision she'd learn the electronic. Highly unlikely, but she still continued her search through the silly item bar.
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Rose was resting for just a moment, letting her internal magic regenerate. It was at an all-time low, but over time, the radiance inside began to trickle onward to her normal status.
"Needlekind. Call it misfortune or a cruel addition to my arrival here, but my needlewands are no where to be found. I would have expected some consolation prize, but alas; a mere spell book was all I acquire."
Her voice called out, mid-sentence the vision of a lone goblin advancing towards her came to understanding. With little to no choice, the caster did what she did best: carry on, her wayward alternate universe son, kind of? Her digits gripped the spine of the over-sized grimoire and with a harsh swing, crashed the front of it towards the goblin for a sickening crack, only to allow it to dissipate into dust.
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A goblin had slipped past him. He was aware of this almost in the same moment that Rose dispatched it with her tome, and given now easily she wielded that immense thing Dirk was willing to bet that she would be a natural with bookkind.
He kicked the nearest goblin and then brought his sword down decisively. One for him.
Dirk found himself wondering how much different that battle with the Batterwitch would've been if Rose - Roxy's mother - had been using literature over needles. Probably not very.
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"I won't even ask. Just try not to get near Dave if you ever find your puppetkind deck resurfacing."
Her words were soft, but her fingertips danced against the pages once more. Almost as if she was in some animu, her hand slammed down, dramatically lifting the glowing words right off the text. A generic sleep spell would send "zzzzzz" stampeding towards it's target: knocking it out instantly in a fumble.
"Still find it a shame I was equipped with only one. But curiosity killed the cat."
She was still charging her energy, a few low level spells were enough to keep this kind of instance assault at bay. With no healer and her HP restoring spell still locked, they were pulling it close.
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What she said was distracting. (Why would his bro have problems with puppetkind? Puppets were the shit.) Too distracting: he took a claw in the side for his trouble, a glancing blow that still stung. Careless. He replied in kind. Sword flashing, he cut through the herd of goblins like some overwrought metaphor and felt slow the entire damn time.
It was one of the harder things to adjust to. He had gone from being a flashstep puppeteer gifted with the extreme dexterity necessary for operating his false friends unseen to...Dirk wasn't sure who'd win in a race between him and his bro. Hell, Jake might win given how fast Dirk's been. (In case you can't guess: not fucking very.) It felt like he was nine again, swimming in the ocean, but instead of dodging fish he was dodging goblins.
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It was getting hot again, almost too hot. Sweat trickled down the back of her neck, coming to a rest at the stained dark fabric of her collar.
Her magic was replenished over time, just in time for sprouts of flames to raise from the ground: much like the torches that they lit moments ago. In fact, it all... seemed moments ago. Sigh. The flames were the harbinger in a sense, their forms dancing into an humanized way. The flames would die once an eruption of earth sent rocks and chunks of soil towards the two Derse dreamers.
As Rose moved and dodged the rocks to the best of her ability, she'd be struck roughly against the temple among her movements. Trailing blood soaked the light blond strands but she didn't mind it.
In fact, her eyes were more concerned with the oversized goblin with fists of fire. That was their target now.
"I suppose now is a good time to say: watch yourself. I can't help you between casts. You're already aware of this, but I figure it would be nice to remind you."
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"Got it," he replied, sword in hand. Then, orange eyes briefly flicking back in Rose's direction, he simply added, "Watch yourself as well."
Now wasn't the time: Dirk could ask her more questions about Dave afterwards. He ignored the sweat and the blood, even if the heat...how could anyone deal with a place this hot? (Imagine an entire planet that was sweltering like this. God damn. There had to be some standards with the weather. His next field was going to be something cooler, like a cave.) He attacked.
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While Dirk's body moved, attacking to the best of his ability, she was tempted to scream get up on the hydra's back, but dare she be any console gamer.
Rose danced among the free debris traveling with a forceful spruce of energy. A few dodge here and there would give her enough space from the eruption of earth to flip the pages frantically in her spell book.
THUD.
She'd land on a hearty spell that brought the breezes and zephyrs from the north. A wisp of cold air brushed past her attire, causing the ends of her blond strands to whip back and forth.
She whipped her hair back and forth.
But, in all reality, she was doing her best impression of John and doing her own windy thing to calm the fires around the giant goblin and the flames that sprouted from the creature's wrist.
Yeah, yeah.
...and it did negligible damage. It was a slight blow, one which whittled away at the monster's HP: likely one among many to come given how things were going.
"God dammit." Keeping this up might work in the long run, but there had to be a way of fighting smarter. But all he could think was that - if she were anything like Roxy - telling Rose to do a barrel roll to avoid the giant's attacks. She probably wasn't, though.
He didn't play games as much as he might've. One player got old after a while.
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It was an odd occurrence, a prince and seer taking the field together. Yet, here she was, aiding the boy in the best position she could: from afar.
The torrent of air mixed with the flames, dispersing or calming itself with the force Rose was exerting with her hands. She guided the make-shift tornado, until the spell's time ticked away, ceasing the gusts that battered the giant's body as well as the swordsman.
"Body parts, Strider. Weaken one at a time," She advised rather loudly, the heavy book beginning to get annoying as she attempted to run across the opening field, dodging a few attacks here and there to get to a closer view point.
"He can not touch what he can not see," Rose called out, molding her hands in some ninja formation to rip the very spell from her book once more. A giant, toxic purple bubble floating above her. This would take some time, though.
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Dirk couldn't think of a good metaphor and he was pretty fucking busy anyway. But it didn't feel like this was the first time they had met, which he supposed was kind of accurate given their shared ectobiological origins. It made him wonder what working with his bro would be like.
Taking Rose's suggestion under advisement, he opted to start with one of the legs, figuring it would make targeting a bit easier for her if she didn't have to worry about it moving about while she was concentrating. Maybe just a bit. Plus, he figured dodging the fists would be good practice if he ever ran into Sawtooth again. Not like that would happen, though.
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In fact, you could say the orb was...
toxic.
Anyway, the mass increased with the force of Rose's hands, guiding it ontop of the creature's head, high above. With Rose's eyes focused directly on the line she created. She wanted to pop that bubble like a festering -- well, let's not go into detail. She wanted that poison to infect the boss, trickling down his HP to the best of her ability.
It was then, a free punch towards Dirk would miss, yet send a fury of flames towards Rose, scorching her shoulder as she dodged just in time to avoid being turned into a burnt flower. She rolled into the straw grass surrounding her, groaning out at the small batter wound.
She winced, her hand clutching onto the raw and singed skin. It was a moment that she lost control, causing the vile purple liquids to pop and gush over the creature. It was doing damage, -5HP per second. Given the massive HP, it was pretty good considering what it was.
A little help for Dirk, if he was able to dodge the poisonous goop himself.
Goop on Dirk's face.
Better watch out.
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Dirk dodged. He fucking dodged! He sure as god damn Christ hope he wouldn't get hit by something like that. God dammit. How would he be able to face anyone if he was able to say, yeah, sure, he got bukkaked by his paradox relative because he was too slow, sup with you? Ain't no big deal.
As the steaming purple goo streamed over the boss' face Dirk took the opportunity to pull out and knock back a healing potion in a motion which was becoming disconcertedly too practiced for his own liking. Bleh. Still tasted like shit.
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Call her impulsive for once, but she wanted to make up for any "slack" with an abundance of high mana area specific spells.
Poison money shot or not: the fact she hit something with the toxic bubble was a relief. Even if she winced at the pain her arm was receiving. Her bag was lost in the motion, the small hip bag resting yards away.
"Just keep him busy for a moment," Rose sputtered from her dry lips, even if it was easier said than done.
With her seated position, everyone knew your characters gained extra fast restoration! So her mana was already doubling back. Just a little while longer and she could do the windy thing again -- or possibly the earthy thing.
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"Gotcha." It hadn't escaped Dirk's attention that Lalonde didn't exactly sound the best, but he wasn't exactly in a position to run over and check, not unless he wanted to actually broface the giant's brofist. It was dealing with the steaming pile of toxic ejaculation but was still deadly. Even if Dirk had to wonder what the fuck it was aiming at once or twice. Like right then. It appeared to be vacillating between trying to punch him and trying to deal with the toxic splooge.
...and damn that toxic shit was splattering while it flailed like a spazzy douche.
"I can buy us time. Take your time, Lalonde." Which was the closest he'd get to admitting that he'd feel terrible if he killed Roxy's mom shortly after meeting her.
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"I'm fine. Really, the epitome of the word. Just --" She stumbled to her feet, feeling her hands contort the ground while her energy dispelled from her form. The ground rumbled under the goblin, giving enough footing for him to stumble back onto his back. Can't stand while there's an earthquake, bitch. She was messy with her deliverance, groaning between her teeth. But, with the goblin tipped over -- his head was ready for the literal chopping block.
Go Dirk.
Do the slicey thing.
God damn. See this, Jas? This is me taking my dignity out behind the shed (again) and shooting it.
...what? Hey, look, listen, sometimes you can't always have several hundred words fervently describing the action in tense yet excited tones, filled with passionate descriptions about how the sword went snicky snack and blood splattered and comparisons to how the action was not unlike the felling of a mighty oak. Well, maybe a stunted oak that had tree rot and needed to go.
If it helps, reader, if it helps: hit up the nearest thesaurus and find synonyms for sword, neck, maybe silver and red. So, 'the argent blade swept downward like a flash of lightning, sundering the head from the body.' Or maybe, 'the quicksilver sword cut sharply, ending the gargantuan beast's life in an instant.' It's like Mad Libs. Be creative.
...what, shit? You still want more? Fine. This is all you get.
Out on the field fresh outta Mac Anu,
Soon as they stepped on the scene, they're seeing goblins screaming, scheming for Derse blood
The life of a Sburb player where dreams die and it's all out war
Boss fight? Man, shit's so slight that there ain't nothing to dread.
Go pap your ass while he cuts off your god damn head.
...alright, so the end is weak, but the dude's kind of busy right now.
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"Heh. Well, it seems we have a notch on our bedpost already. Not bad."
She stumbles a bit, clutching at her forearm. The sight was massively impressive. A buncha powder goblin leftovers with drops Rose refused to dig for and one giant dead and gone.
It was like a symphony of the masses,
A warzone claimed by the underwhelmed classes,
Heat and brimstone conquered,
And another chapter authored,
Between Derse and space with a reunion of the ironic,
Victory was brought upon as if it was nothing but tectonic,
Seeing hearts and prices with light,
A dedicated combination deluded into the one constant: to fight.
I'll write you goddamn sonnets if that's what you need.
(Normally he wouldn't bother, but come the fuck on, given how games work there was a decent chance the head would transform and they'd be busy with round two.)
"So it seems. We make for a pretty good team, Lalonde." He moved to offer a fis- no, he caught himself in time. Instead, he eyed her critically before taking out a potion and silently offering it to her with a slight nod of his head. Her call, it's there if she wants it, she can pay him back in potions sooner or later.
Don't make me bust out the modern day wooing rap music.
Either way, she was near him examining the scene with him.
"It seems so. Or perhaps Derse dreamers just have good genes." That may or may not have been ironic considering he was technically not-really her father. If Dave could gush about Roxy being his mother, then she would quietly dwindle her thoughts away to that conclusions about Dirk. Well, more-so Bro.
The potion was appreciative and between bloody fingers she would reach out to clasp it. Down the hatch it went and she could feel any wounds regenerating.
Quite the odd feeling.
"Is there a bag of loot he may have dropped? Before he kicked his figurative bucket." Oh, no sex this time, just death. Shhh.
...thinking about it, the only losers are everyone else.
He thought he might have seen something - the glint of something that wasn't a by-product of the goblin, nor blood nor toxic slime, but he wasn't sure. At the time he had been kind of preoccupied by trying to keep himself in one piece. He was also fairly certain that if he had been right that it was somewhere under the body. The lack of loot elsewhere implied it.
Fucking fantastic. There wasn't anything under the first arm he lifted. He got lucky, though. Under one of the legs (aka: not after rolling the body over) he spotted treasure. Of a sort. The level one grimoire wasn't likely useful, but that wasn't for him to decide, was it? With that in mind Dirk wedged it out and offered it to his fellow Derse dreamer.
"Here."
we are the stars.
She was off, taking a few steps towards her discarded pouch that she kept her items in. Of course, now with it in her possession, she planned to return the potion. But, that can wait.
"Ah. Thank you," She spoke softly.
Rose returned and glanced at the loot. It wasn't something she could find useful but she extended her hand to grip onto it. An honest smile returned to her face as she clutched the bounded book against her breasts, as if it was some shield on showing some honest non-snarky emotion.
"Shall we return? I'm not exactly sure if there is some supplementary quests but..."
She'd lift her hand to wipe away the sweat on her forehead, "I do believe I need a cold drink."
And no, not liquor.
Well, maybe she had grown on it when she was utterly bored...
Like a katamari.
It wasn't like he didn't think they could take another wave. Amazingly, he felt better about their chances than before they went out there. Rather, it was more that he found himself thinking...did he really feel like another fight today? No? Exactly. He had other things he wanted to do. Acquire a puppet. Sew a plush to throw at Jake's head. Sew another plush to throw at Dave.
And that drink sounded good. Because this place hadn't gotten any cooler since they started hanging around.
"I think I need one too. Lead on, Rose."
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It would be such a shame to have to battle for another hour.
So she was in utter relief that he wanted to move away from the now desolate battleground in exchanged for a hopefully more cultured and refined experience. Bar or not, she wanted to cool off.
Rose would pull out her relic, looking over the commands that were available.
>HELP
>MAP
>OBJECTIVES
>EXIT DUNGEON
...
>EXIT DUNGEON
The thin hand moved to grasp at Dirk's with no more then a second between the soft button click. Taking the lad with her, Rose would find her eyes adjusting from the brightness to the now infinite setting sun. An eternal twilight that played it's own beautiful story on the heavens above them.
Her fingers pulled from his and she'd tuck away the relic, sighing a bit.
"Much better. Do you know any place that sells refreshments not in bottle form?"
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He shook his head ever so slightly and turned in the vague direction of the shops, his expression smoothing over to something a bit more neutral as they walked. "I mean, I don't know if you noticed, but while there's places they're hardly in the same quantity you'd normally expect from a city of this size."
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Until he brought up the conversation on Derse.
"Agreed. They were rich with European Gothic influence in their architecture; a we mean business type of aura radiating from it's very radius."
Derse got it goin' on.
She was following behind him, her hands clasping behind her back as she walked; strolling moreso. A bit of lightness to her step as she traversed with her kind of father? She guessed?
"This place seems run down. Thrown together and such. There's many unused shops, doors and pathways not permissible. I'd suggest there is an update of sorts in the future," Rose noted, hm. There really was a lot of problematic areas of the city..
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