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coolness ) & Rose Lalonde ( knitwit )
Date: May 28th.
Date: PG-13 for Derse sibling awesomeness.
Summary: Rose meets Dave. Finally. And he's wearing girl's clothing. Still.
He had caught word of Rose being here from that big mouthed John lookalike, yet for the life of him, he couldn't find her. There was a bit of doubt in the back of his head that maybe Jake had gotten his facts wrong, that he may have slipped Rose and Roxy's names up with all of that peanut butter. Was there a bit of sadness in this conclusion forming in Dave's mind? Yeah, maybe. He didn't show it with his flat expression even in the midst of being dressed up like a magical girl, though. And as he wafted through the waves of players and NPCs alike, he scoured through the city for her.
Where would she be? If she treated this game like Sburb, she'd be out of the city trying to figure out some way to cheat the game like her and her hacker ancestors. Damn cheaters. If she treated it like a normal life sans shittier clothing than Sburb, she'd be in some kind of store, selling..
Books. Aw, fuck.
Dave's pace quickened at the observation and he was busy looking in numerous buildings for what good they sold. Weapons, trades goods, more retarded clothing. Once he saw the novels encased in a glass shrine did he realize he hit the right place.
Was what he was expecting behind the door actually there?
coolness ) & Rose Lalonde ( knitwit )Date: May 28th.
Date: PG-13 for Derse sibling awesomeness.
Summary: Rose meets Dave. Finally. And he's wearing girl's clothing. Still.
He had caught word of Rose being here from that big mouthed John lookalike, yet for the life of him, he couldn't find her. There was a bit of doubt in the back of his head that maybe Jake had gotten his facts wrong, that he may have slipped Rose and Roxy's names up with all of that peanut butter. Was there a bit of sadness in this conclusion forming in Dave's mind? Yeah, maybe. He didn't show it with his flat expression even in the midst of being dressed up like a magical girl, though. And as he wafted through the waves of players and NPCs alike, he scoured through the city for her.
Where would she be? If she treated this game like Sburb, she'd be out of the city trying to figure out some way to cheat the game like her and her hacker ancestors. Damn cheaters. If she treated it like a normal life sans shittier clothing than Sburb, she'd be in some kind of store, selling..
Books. Aw, fuck.
Dave's pace quickened at the observation and he was busy looking in numerous buildings for what good they sold. Weapons, trades goods, more retarded clothing. Once he saw the novels encased in a glass shrine did he realize he hit the right place.
Was what he was expecting behind the door actually there?
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But, first, she was going to unlock a damn fire spell that could have came in handy with her adventure with Dirk.
It was here that she would see a tussle of blonde hair looking at the bookstore door. Her hand would tap against the strangers shoulder, merely because he was standing in the way. "Pardon me, but could you please...."
She trailed off, noting whom the hell this stranger was.
"Dave, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
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As there was a familiar voice near the back of his head and a few taps against his shoulder, he'd slowly turn his head around to take a look at who was behind him.
"Oh. I was looking for you."
He had to try his damndest not to smile, and he was successful. Good, because for a minute he forgot that he had this ridiculous outfit on. Considering he was stuck with it, he might as well play along for the time being.
"Were you checking out my ass? I wouldn't blame you. Nice outfit by the way."
Matched her better than it did for him. He'd even pick that over what he had on. Fuck.
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The two Derse dreamers seemed at odds with how their outfits would be, obviously not as swaggerrific as Dave would hope and not as classy as Rose had imagined.
Typical.
"Were you? My heart is racing in my chest. Is that a bit of longing I see in those reflective lenses of yours?"
Rose smirked, letting her tongue poke at her cheek a while. It was hard to not comment on the attire, but well, oh fuck it.
"How could I resist? Are you sure you're not a thief class, Dave? It looks like you're smuggling Christmas hams."
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The faintest of tugs would be seen at the corner of his lips, showing he was amused that their banter had retained its normal energy and headache-induction. It was proving more and more troublesome not to just give her a hug or even a brofist, but he had to play it cool. Everything was upped difficulty-wise when he had some crazy duds on, too.
"A british cockatoo told me you were around so I figured I'd try finding you in the most logical places. Isn't it sad that I know you pretty well?"
Oh god. That wink. It sends chills down his spine and he makes the briefest cringing face ever before reaching his hand down to tug at the ends of his.. lower clothing in order to make sure there wouldn't be an opportune "draft of wind" thanks to Egbert. If he was even around.
"I know I have a badonkadonk, but damn. Let's not get into that outside in the public."
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Rose hummed, smirking as she took a step closer. It was admirable how Dave wasn't hiding away or bitching about his class selection. She wouldn't dare mention the fact that he could most likely switch styles in an item shop.
It was nice having Strider eyecandy.
"Oh, English? Yes, he seems to be quite the adventurous and inquisitive. I have no doubt he somehow stumbled into you." The poor boor couldn't sit still even for a minute!
As he suddenly began to get squirmish, she smirked a bit more, holding her chin in her palm as one arm crossed over her chest. Another wink.
"What's wrong, Dave? Surely I am led to believe a talented individual such as yourself is flattered by such attention. After all, you should easily be use to it. Countless times having to bat away the needless lackeys and groupies who crowd you for your talent."
Rose paused.
"You know very well you should be use to the whispers and murmurs among a crowd, brother."
She whispers.
"More specifically those who keep to themselves in a hushed distance 'hey, is that the guy with a blog... and a butt?'. It should come to no surprise that I note something so painfully, obviously, in my face."
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UGH.
"Flattery is my middle goddamn name. That doesn't mean I'm going to shake my rump like the skirt is some kind of tail wagging for a predator to come charge right at it."
He shifted around awkwardly and even rubbed the back of his neck, trying his best to keep his composure. She was obviously having fun with this and that proved to be a nuisance. As she spoke of whispers and butts and blogs, he'd narrow his eyes in the shelter of his visor before turning around and opening the door, walking inside so he had an excuse to get away from her for two goddamn seconds.
"My ass isn't in your face. If I wanted it to be, it would, but right now I'm just rolling with the punches this rip-off Korean MMO gave me. Reap the benefits while you can."
He felt that wasn't a justified ending for a Strider, so he was quick to open his mouth once again.
"Just wait, Lalonde. I'll learn the loop holes in this game and give you a class with a micro bikini. Then we'll see who's oogling who."
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She felt accomplished.
Rose followed behind him, noticing his attempts to keep the attire longer than usual. It was a noble attempt, she'd give him that.
"Hm. Only one problem, you've been oogling me since I was mere lavender text in a chat box, dear. But, to save the taboo for another occasion..."
Rose flipped her relic out and began to register her brother in. Contact details and all. When it was done, she'd tuck it away, adjusting the large grimoire on her hip.
"Have you found this place to be bearable, besides the breezy front we've been having the past few days?"
She couldn't help but smirk at that one.
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"Oogling you since when?"
With the use of his trusty dusty staff, he'd raise the ends of her skirt to show off her panties for a few brief but terribly long seconds on Rose's behalf. While Dave felt awkward doing it, he knew the psychological affect was all worth it. That's his reasoning and he's sticking to it.
After having his fun, he'd drop her skirt and then pulled his own relic out, staring at it blankly before looking at her.
"How does this thing even work, sis? They couldn't have given me one thing and just made it like a sylladex. Of course not."
A brief pause on his end as he continued to look at the relic, waiting for the right moment until--
"Oh, nice ass by the way."
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Oh, that just sounded raunchy.
Rose took a step forward in an attempt to pull her skirt down a bit, not even commenting on his obvious reach to get her back for her ass comments.
"Your main focus should be the applications littered across the screen. Or have you already downloaded useless mundane apps in your spare time?"
Rose took a sigh as she lifting her gaze finally to the boy: after the comment about her ass. She looked at him, allowing the silence to eat him up. Literally a minute later, her black tinted lips would part.
"I know. Good of you to finally state what confirmed fact you've been repressing for years."
Rose pauses, beginning to look around the shop, specified for Shadow Warlocks.
"It's safe to assume you've been taking this game seriously and attempting to ascend the sprawling experience bar towards upper levels, am I correct? Even as a healing class, you must have done some standard deliver quests. Perhaps we can attempt to grind together."
She smirked.
"And no, that wasn't a Freudian slip."
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That mindset was retained as they talked about the relic, looking up to her with a blank stare as she asked about mundane apps.
"I've been here for two days. I already have pesterchum on here but no one else has the app. Not even annoying trolls."
Things were going smooth until he realized she hadn't commented in any way. No blush, no fidget, no stutter. She didn't even budge. That got him tense to the point that he took a step back and raised an eyebrow at her, letting her know that he had a feeling of what was to coming.
This insufferable woman.
"Shut the hell up!"
Blushing madly now, he quickly turned around to look at some books he didn't even really care about. He may have even turned around too fast and let that skirt fly up way higher than he ever intended. That was lost news in his mind, though, because she was talking about MMO-related shit for once and even happened to turn that into something remotely dirty.
"I've done a thing or two, but I've been burning up a lot of time looking for you. You know how to make a guy really regret making executive decisions like that."
He winced extra hard when Freud was finally included. If he could just hit her with this staff and knock that word out of her vocabulary...
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His exclamation made her smirk but she was busy eyeing through the smells. A hand raised, allowing a golden hue to fester around the large book at her side and levitate it in front of her.
"I'm honored. I will leave it at that."
Her smirk turned into a caring smile, allowing her to show a bit of gratitude that her friends were there for her when need be.
"Actually, it's a bit odd you were to find me. It was almost similar to me meeting up with your brother. Well, your alternate universe brother."
She pointed to the store clerk then down to the spell at her book. It had been locked, but with the grimoire seller's approval, it would be allowed to be cast. Fire spells, hell fucking yes.
"Have you met up with John as well? I only saw him briefly, troubled as always. It's a valid hunch that he may be needing our assistance in the not-too-distance future."
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"Wait, you saw him too? That guy knows how to get around."
He wasn't sure if his assumption of Dirk was on the money, but he didn't have much reason to consider otherwise. Dave just didn't want to believe he met the people in the other universe in a game other than Sburb. Shit didn't feel right. Especially with panties wedging up his ass. So not the reunion he wanted.
"No, I was actually hoping I'd find him on my hunt for you. No luck yet, but I'm not in a hurry considering your reaction of what I'm wearing. He won't shut up."
Dave sighed at the assumption of how the conversation would play out and then watched as she fiddled around with books and the like. She was taking this game as serious as he would have imagined.
"If he dies, I can always revive him. You know, without macking on your future husband and shit for once."
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She stated matter-of-factly. There was just no way she could personally ever think that Roxy girl was in any way similar to her. Hmph.
"And then we went on a dungeon exploration. There would be some irony considering the dungeon he chose was full of nothing but heat. But I'm not going to write a narrative using comparison and contrasting elements withing this game. No fun if forum users can't benefit."
She was finally set to go, shutting the book with a wave of her hand. The glow faded and it would safely be latched upon her side once more.
"Hm? A shame. He's attempting to get the hang of the game, which is an understatement at the very best. He has no guide and is clanking around like a tin can caught in a torrential wave upon a rocky shore. Or something to that effect."
As he continued onward with his statements about her attire, she didn't say anything. She was nice enough to let him have his comment and be done. Oh no. It wasn't until he mentioned the future husband thing that she glanced back over her shoulder towards him.
He shouldn't have done that.
"Hm. With your prodding breadth of Strider man-power and the multiple reminders of past phallic abstruse dreams, I would almost suggest there is an indication of regret and disappointment for that. Don't worry, Dave. You can have a free kiss on the house. How dare I come between a hidden love like yours that urges deeper than 'bros'. My betrothed is yours for the embracing."
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Dave wished he could see Dirk as his real brother, but the guy was the same height as him and more.. anime, for lack of a better word. Still pretty awesome, but anime non-the-less.
"Keep talking about him like that and I'm going to assume you have the hots for your bro. You know, the other one."
She had to have been expecting that. Go on an extended monologue about someone she was actually related to in a way and Dave would use that to his advantage. Not that he expected it to do much, but teases kind of came naturally between Derse children.
"I'm sure I'll find him clanking around eventually if he's the tin can you make him out to be. And it'll be a heartfelt reunion, completely unlike the ass oogling on your half."
Dave ignored his own sort of groping with eyes and then smiled just a little at the comments of John and Dave's budding romance. She really shouldn't have done that.
"Hey, if you're offering. I'll embrace him so hard that music will literally be played from the heavens 'cause of our reunion. The GMs will be so happy that we got back together and planted a big one that they'll let us out and back to our worlds. Game over, they say, as they throw down their grese-covered keyboards and hot cheetos to go get a set of towels."
See? Shouldn't have done it.
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Rose smirked, wiggling her eyebrows juuuust a bit to tease him. Especially since the idle conversation of hots for ones brother/sister seemed to come up.
She didn't dwell on it and instead looked over the magical inventory in front of her.
"Yes, I'm sure your paths will cross eventually. It's nearly inevitable."
Rose listened as he rambled about his damned over-exaggerated ramble about bro-love and such.
"Hm. I'll remember to blackmail you with this later."
Tsk, she shook her head and pointed towards a row of spell scrolls that Dave may need? She wasn't sure of the intricacies that followed his class.
"Look, hush your subtle-yet-finally-exposed homoerotic ramblings for a moment. Do you have all the spells you can have at your level? Missing one could prove fatal for you or your guildees."
Rose noted the difference spells for difference classes and she idly looked over Daves with a worried expression.
"Let's be careful this time, Dave. No doomed timelines or death revival kisses, okay?"
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Dave's just going to ignore the talks of John, because there IS no John existing in the world at the moment. Instead, his eyes fixated on the rows of books and scrolls and what other goodies the store may have offered. To be completely honest, he had been slacking on his preparations for the game due to the harsh conditions he found himself beginning in.
But now that he found his dear, dear sister, he could begin to straighten whatever needed taken care of.
"Aw, I almost felt the sincerity in that. I'll try my best not to get killed by one of my best friends. Or family members if you decide to be particularly grim this game."
He was a little morbid with that, still remembering that she dabbled in things she shouldn't have and how it bit her in the ass. Dave wasn't exactly happy about that decision of hers, but it at least showed she was capable of mistakes.
"I'm not even in a guild, but ok. Let me try to find some shit that's good for healing. Can't have you being riddled in blemishes."
Don't mind him as he brings his skirt-clad ass over to the display to look at them. It doesn't take him long until...
"... Uh, I don't know what I'm looking for here."
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And it was obvious by the wash it took upon her face.
"Bite your tongue, Dave. You may very well meet someone who will cut it off sooner than converse with you after such an outburst," Rose spat.
Yup, good going, Strider. Smooth with the ladies.
Rose moves away, going to look over the future scrolls in her lineage in which she can unlock as she levels.
"Healing, resurrection spells, buffs. Spells which you can unlock are lit with green, those unable to be learned are dimmed. Follow the glow."
She was cryptic and distant, her lavender irises narrowing to just look anywhere but the derse dreamer.
It was quite obvious she was pissy.
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There was a bit of bitterness in his voice. Considering her inability to listen to him in the past, thinking of it always made him a little angry. He may have not been sincere all the time, but when it came to her life and how to NOT die, she should take him up on his advice.
Instead of, you know, dying or going grimdark.
He could tell that this was her way of pouting, and as his hand idly ran against the spine of a book, he pulled back to look over his shoulder and at her.
"Alright, my bad. Don't need you getting mad at me so soon. I may actually need you to protect my half-naked ass."
Take the shitty apology or leave it, he thought to himself. But he did what she said and unlocked the spells that he was meant to have. Okay, that was anti-climatic as opposed to playing an actual MMO. And now he's fairly certain he had to pay for it with money he didn't have.
Yeah, he might be needing Rose's help sooner than he thought.
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Her feet were nimble, carrying her towards the check out counter and tossing a small bit of coins on the table.
"I'm not mad; a bit peeved, sure, but you're not worth getting mad over any longer."
Rose let her hands fall limp as she examined the boy.
"Sibling antics and all. Light hearted fun, right? No reason to be upset."
Rose sounded cold, a bit colder than usual.
For someone who played the game to win, she sure did mood swing rather quickly. She wasn't a tutorial nor a walking FAQ. Usually, she would help the others but her lips remained tightly clamped together.
"Are you finished? I'd rather not dally around a dusty old shop for an hour. There's an inn across the ways and I already reserved my room. I'm fairly tired and would like to retire for the evening."