jade harley [ HOMESTUCK ] (
thebarkside) wrote2015-05-01 08:39 pm
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IC CONTACT + CHARACTER INFO for DRIFT FLEET
CANON POINT: right at the end of [S] GAME OVER, though she was dead for most of it :) AGE: 18ish? see notes below. SHIP: wonderduck AUGMENT: pilot ABILITIES: telekinesis, flight, teleportation, intangibility (though mostly restricted to walking through doors/walls), size manipulation, conditional immortality, plant growth/manipulation (from asgard) NOTES: jade is a crau from ![]() half in game - and also ![]() |
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Fine. Totally fine. One hundred percent unharmed, with an equally fine view of a cold ass linoleum floor. [Is there linoleum in space? Does Davesprite actually care?]
Never before have I seen a floor so fucking cold and radically uncomfortable and I've been privy to a face full of innumerable fine floors. I've got a PhD in that shit and I could write you a dissertation on how it's living up to its name.
[He says this all more or less to the aforementioned floor, before he finally fixes himself into a sitting position. There's a beat as he stares blankly at the room.]
Ok, this is new.
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We're not on our ship. I'm not piloting this one, I mean. We've got comm devices, but I don't know who any of the people. It's a whole new world, it seems like.
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He shoots her a slightly odd look at the nervousness. It makes him review his most recent memories as he climbs to his feet (and it might be pretty telling he doesn't seem surprised by their presence at all).]
Oh, sweet. [Another beat.] Wait, no, we were supposed to go back to our own world. Reality. Whatever you wanna call our frogiverse fuckitude. [He shoots her another look and then one down at himself. Legs.]
What the fuck?
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[ yep, she recognizes those clothes, and she's relaxing when she spots them and the bracelet. jade, for her part, has just materialized her godtier jammies again, and she walks past him to peer out the window. ]
I can't teleport past the walls of the ship. Or even materialize through it.
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This time, it's his turn to be suspicious and he trails after her.]
Wait, so you got your powers back. [Uhhh.] Did you ever. Uh. Lose your powers.
[At least she's not looking at him like davesprite, what happened you, have legs now :o also this is the first time i've seen you in like a year?????? Christ, that makes him feel awkward.]
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Ummm. No, I don't think so? I can still feel them, I just can't access them right now. What about you?
that was certainly an odd place to move that comma
Yes? [That's a "Yes, I lost my powers."] I mean the fact I'm walking around here sans sprite-tail and the dayglo is kind of an indicator of that.
[It hasn't even occurred to him to try to do a sprite thing. Or notice his sense of time is suddenly impeccable again. He just woke up, ok.]
was it
[ especially his... shadow powers? she turns to look at him, squinting in confusion. ]
Besides, why would I keep my powers and not you?
it really was
[He remains oblivious to the fact they are having two completely different conversations.]
If you even did. What's the last thing you remember. [Should he leave...]
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Um. Feeding Osiris and going to bed? But in general, I was gonna be heading to Vanaheim soon... Ugh. Do you think this means they pulled us before the war was over?
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What do you mean before the war was over. The war is over. [Said with faintly nettled conviction.]
...Right? That didn't change none, did it.
[And then, belatedly, like he suddenly realizes timelines may still mean jack shit:] Spoilers, maybe. Whoops.
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[ but she smiles slightly at him, before reaching forward to try to take his wrist. or, well, his bracelet, more like. does his work? because hers sure doesn't. ]
I think spoilers are okay.
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[He's amenable enough to the wrist-taking. That bracelet is dead, man.]
I guess that means we don't need these useless trinkets anymore.
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[ that gets a frown from her, though. ]
You're not gonna keep it?
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Are you gonna keep yours?
[He sounds a little doubtful.
Spoilers, he isn't going to permachuck it. Just probably toss it, groan, and then reluctantly pick it back up and hide it somewhere.]no subject
[ even if... she sounds a little doubtful, too. ]
I don't want to forget. Especially if we're the only people from there here. Do you want me to hold onto yours?
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He shrugs.]
If you want to. [Here, Jade, have a shiny silver bracelet with a red stone to match your pretty green one.] But speaking of layers, do you remember anything new from whatever was going on back in the Medium. Be hell of a thing if that happened.
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Just let me know if you ever want it back, okay? And nuh-uh. The last thing I remember is still just, um. Terrorizing people, mostly.
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[Said flat, with a hint of distaste. He leans to stare out the window, takes a quick look around, and then stares out the window again. Real, actual space just feels different from wherever they were in the void.]
So. Space. Do you remember how we got here. Or why we're here. Maybe check if there's a nice planet around that's got a beach for a vacation from any cataclysmic events.
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[ she reaches up to gently touch the back of her neck, frowning thoughtfully. ]
There's something in there, too. Some sort of implant? I can't spacey-powers it out, so I'm guessing there's some sort of magic at work like the bracelets, but I still don't like to think about something being hooked into my brain like that.
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[Maybe if he keeps poking at it, it'll pop like a zit.]
Wanna give mine a shot. [He really should not mind this so much after he hopped into a kernelsprite and sprouted wings and had his brain instaloaded with Sburb stuff, but WOW NO.]
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nothing.
she shakes her head at him, dropping it back to her side. ]
Sorry.
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It'd be cool if we knew what the hell we're doing here, though. We got more guidance in Sburb than this. I'd ask if we took a wrong interdimensional turn, but between timeline finagling and stealth brain surgery, it's kinda improbable.
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[ she glances down at it, turning it over in her hands. ]
Maybe the welcome committee is just running late.
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[Tons of people who always seemed to be in the right place at the right time.]
Maybe we'll run into someone we know.
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