to talk kinda cant ignore this one sorry no seriously im sorry for all of it but im not going to avoid you or anyone else im here for however long i am sometimes time is too short
[There's no final note, Dave just goes where the other said to go. He's not wearing his poke clothes or the godtier, but a mixture of the two. Dark pants and the steel toed godtier shoes, the red time shirt and his black jacket thrown over the top of it. He waits like a kid playing hooky in high-school with his back against the wall and hands in his pockets.
He waits and thinks. Just like he has on the meteor for two damn years.]
[Dave is wearing his god tier. He looks weary and Dave hasn't really been eating proper since he's gotten back to normal. It doesn't help that he's acutely aware that he's been seeing the units more often and fuck if that was unsettling.
Actually, he may be running to the room because of how unsettling it is.
[He hears the sound of running footsteps and darts forward, opening the door and seizing hold of his counterpart. He yanks him inside while calling on time to slip between the seconds and have them both inside. His sword is in his hand and he presses back against the door ready to stab whatever is coming.
[Dave's clinging to the other, his breath coming in small pants. He loosens his grip when he realizes how tightly he's been clinging to the other. Actually, he even tries to put distance between them. Not because he minds or anything, but because the memory of gears crushing bone is still too fresh in his mind and he's disgusted with himself.
He hopes it just makes it seem like he's giving the other space though.] I wasn't in danger. [He just felt uncomfortable. Like that acute feeling of being watched.]
Then what's up? [Time hadn't hurt to use. The realization leaves him blinking behind his shades and sending little ripples of time out to be sure. It distracts him as he exhales and tips his head back to thump against the door.
It hadn't been that long, but the experience still feels like an eternity. Well, it was longer for him. Three times what it was for other people. Dave pointedly doesn't think about it.]
[Dave glances around the room. He's always kind of been on edge for awhile now, but it's gotten worst with all that's happened.] I think I've been compromised. I keep seeing retrieval units, more often. I could just think I'm flipping my shit, but coincidences don't happen here.
[Dave shoves his hands in his pockets. He's tired.] It's been like that since...[He trails off from that.]
[Dave's face is completely neutral. He just stands there staring for a moment. Like, he's trying to figure out if that was something Dave actually said.] T-That not even something I usually think about?!
[Dude. Why. WHY. Dave's face goes red immediately. That is not an act he has really done since being here. Which is a long ass time since it's been over a year. BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT.]
Me either but the point still stands. [Surprisingly, he hasn't gone red. It's been like two years and something months since he did that really regularly.] So.
Maybe they'd beat feet if you want, sorry dudes it's me time.
Opp, guess we are. [Actually, it's all some big disaction and he looks up at the ceiling.]
Just remember they did things to you to make you act like that. You fought until they had their way. All you can do here. Not blaming you for a damn thing.
It gets harder to convince yourself that. [Dave admits. It's really hard. You think you've gotten better at dealing with the stuff here, but in reality it gets harder and you know you're slipping.
And he doesn't know how to stop himself from continue that slip.] Who's to say I won't end up doing it again either.
[It's comforting, but it's also not all that comforting.]
Be nice if it was as easy as that. Who'd think that this god tier bullshit could be such a shitty thing in this place. [He can't completely hate it, but there have been moments where it's caused him more trouble than it's worth.]
Doesn't change what I'll do. I'll stop you. Somehow. [Pain in the ass Godtier might be, he knows how to use time even when limited. He knows it so well he can out maneuver himself if needed.]
[There are only two things written on an otherwise blank sheet of paper: a single line of text in the middle and a two-word prompt in the bottom right corner.]
Why did the rapper carry an umbrella? (Turn over -->)
[The little arrow compels you! Do it, do it!]
Fo' drizzle!
Things are rough. Things have been rough for a while and you know that and I know that you know that as well. So I am not going to waste ink and hand movements going on about how shitty life is here. I am going to mention that you've changed, briefly, just a comment in passing really. This place has done things to you and though you try to play it off, those who are closest to you will always be able to tell that things are really not ok. But I'm not here to blame you for that either. The fact that people worry about you just means that they care, so it's not inherently a bad thing.
Actually, you know I'm not sure where I was going with that paragraph. I think I was trying to be deep and philosophical but it got away from me. I should probably just stick to what I know and leave this character analysis/encouragement thing to somebody else. But bear with me for a few more paragraphs, please.
You haven't broken yet, from what I can tell, and I like to think I am pretty good at gauging that sort of thing as far as you're concerned. So I know you won't break over this either, especially considering what you saw in February. So maybe this letter is ultimately pointless, but I felt the need to give it to you anyway. If nothing else, it can serve as a reminder of things you already knew. And acknowledgement that somebody out there is proud to call you a friend and a hero because of this.
Don't give up, Dave. Don't let this place break you. Not now, not ever. With as long as you've been here, I figure you want to make it to the end of all this. I sure know I want you to make it to the end. More importantly: an ending that doesn't suck. I don't know how right Ruana is about the generator and how long it will last. But when it finally gives out, we all need to be there to laugh in her face. Because she's not going to get the ending she wants. I don't need to be psychic to know that much.
Everything is going to be ok. So don't lose hope, don't give up, and most importantly: don't forget how to smile.
I don't really want it to have to be a thing. [Even if he knows that it'll happen again. He just doesn't want to have to put this on Dave's shoulders. Or anyone's for that matter.]
I don't either. [It's the truth. He'd rather not have to lift a sword and point it at anyone he knows. But the reality is...]
But I can't sit back and let things like this continue. [It's on his shoulders whether they like it or not. He hates how this whole place feels like the session hyped up on octane fuel.] Thought I could power through it.
But.
I can't.
[This is unfortunately a glimmer of how worn down he already is from home and the darker moods he'll be in to come.]
[A small, gilded birdcage. There are porcelain figures of the three people closest to him inside. The cage cannot be opened no matter how hard he tries, though the porcelain figures will move and even speak in his friends' voices, begging to be set free.]
well he probably will becoase december is his turn i think but since your birthday is the third day then maybey we can maek a cake on the last day of november and it will be okay still.
we can have a party anyways it will be lots of fun
[On the morning of the sixth, there is a small, wrapped package of pumpkin pie cookies left in his mailbox with a small note reading simply: 'Enjoy. Chidori' and includes a little sketch of him from their time in the room together.]
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Note left for him in one of his shoes or something.
dont make me come find you
Probably left on his bed or something.
A series of messages, left in places he usually treads
from
yourself
slightly
alternate
or
no
bedside table
what do you want?
back of the cape
kinda cant ignore this one
sorry
no seriously im sorry for all of it
but im not going to avoid you or anyone else
im here for however long i am
sometimes time is too short
[He's lost Bro twice, lost people in general.]
pants pocket
[Action]
He waits and thinks. Just like he has on the meteor for two damn years.]
[Action]
Actually, he may be running to the room because of how unsettling it is.
Overall, he's looked better.]
[Action]
Maybe he's a little high-strung these days.]
[Action]
He hopes it just makes it seem like he's giving the other space though.] I wasn't in danger. [He just felt uncomfortable. Like that acute feeling of being watched.]
[Action]
It hadn't been that long, but the experience still feels like an eternity. Well, it was longer for him. Three times what it was for other people. Dave pointedly doesn't think about it.]
[Action]
[Dave shoves his hands in his pockets. He's tired.] It's been like that since...[He trails off from that.]
It's hard to get privacy, you know?
[Action] Don't drink anything.
[Teenagers.]
[Action] Oh my god dave!!! you cant just say that.
[Dude. Why. WHY. Dave's face goes red immediately. That is not an act he has really done since being here. Which is a long ass time since it's been over a year. BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT.]
[Action] Too late, just did.
Maybe they'd beat feet if you want, sorry dudes it's me time.
[Action] Rude
[He will fling himself out one of the open floors before he talks about what he does in the dark and by himself. Not that...he actually does.]
[Action] Rudest
Just remember they did things to you to make you act like that. You fought until they had their way. All you can do here. Not blaming you for a damn thing.
[Action]
And he doesn't know how to stop himself from continue that slip.] Who's to say I won't end up doing it again either.
[Action]
[His voice says he'd do it. It would hurt him, but he'd do it. No matter the cost to himself.]
[Action]
Be nice if it was as easy as that. Who'd think that this god tier bullshit could be such a shitty thing in this place. [He can't completely hate it, but there have been moments where it's caused him more trouble than it's worth.]
[Action]
anonymous note
Why did the rapper carry an umbrella?
(Turn over -->)
[The little arrow compels you! Do it, do it!]
Fo' drizzle!
Things are rough. Things have been rough for a while and you know that and I know that you know that as well. So I am not going to waste ink and hand movements going on about how shitty life is here. I am going to mention that you've changed, briefly, just a comment in passing really. This place has done things to you and though you try to play it off, those who are closest to you will always be able to tell that things are really not ok. But I'm not here to blame you for that either. The fact that people worry about you just means that they care, so it's not inherently a bad thing.
Actually, you know I'm not sure where I was going with that paragraph. I think I was trying to be deep and philosophical but it got away from me. I should probably just stick to what I know and leave this character analysis/encouragement thing to somebody else. But bear with me for a few more paragraphs, please.
You haven't broken yet, from what I can tell, and I like to think I am pretty good at gauging that sort of thing as far as you're concerned. So I know you won't break over this either, especially considering what you saw in February. So maybe this letter is ultimately pointless, but I felt the need to give it to you anyway. If nothing else, it can serve as a reminder of things you already knew. And acknowledgement that somebody out there is proud to call you a friend and a hero because of this.
Don't give up, Dave. Don't let this place break you. Not now, not ever. With as long as you've been here, I figure you want to make it to the end of all this. I sure know I want you to make it to the end. More importantly: an ending that doesn't suck. I don't know how right Ruana is about the generator and how long it will last. But when it finally gives out, we all need to be there to laugh in her face. Because she's not going to get the ending she wants. I don't need to be psychic to know that much.
Everything is going to be ok. So don't lose hope, don't give up, and most importantly: don't forget how to smile.
-Hermes
[Action]
Re: [Action]
But I can't sit back and let things like this continue. [It's on his shoulders whether they like it or not. He hates how this whole place feels like the session hyped up on octane fuel.] Thought I could power through it.
But.
I can't.
[This is unfortunately a glimmer of how worn down he already is from home and the darker moods he'll be in to come.]
package
[Action]
What we usually thought would work doesn't exactly work here. It's kind of shitty though. I'm still not sure how to get through this.
That isn't just a will of steel and a hell of a lot of pain to get through the process.
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Deer Dave
I dont know if you are still littler than fourteen but if you are then you can come to the meeting tomorrow at the ball floor if you want.
Romeo
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you can come to the next one if you are still fourteen
and we shuld have a birthday party when are you fifteen?
romeo
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we can have a reely big party then becose i got lots of time to plan it
we can invite all your frends
romeo
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we can have a party anyways it will be lots of fun
romeo
package!
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miss france teached me
ill make you a cake and then we can have a party
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deer everyone
i am riting a book on all the heros of the tower so that no one gets forgotted. but i dont know everyone and i dont want anyone to be missed out
so if you would like to can you please say who you fink is the best hero you know and what makes them a hero
you can do more than one name if you want
please send yore answers to romeo
or to room number two on floor one
thank you
romeo
[There are pictures at the end of smiling faces]