Adventures of Dantgil in #Dickmegle - Part 2

-*- cocksureGuttersnipe "/c/'/mon/, quit yer whinin'!. s'not like i'm askin' ya to make the taj mahal or anythin'!"
<Eridan> wwhere are you goin
-*- Eridan scoots back up to Vriska
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Dante swore, they were just running in /circles/ now. His brother had an excuse for everything he threw at him. He was too tired, he didn't see the point, it was a pointless exercise. On and on and /on/...christ, he forgot how /stubborn/ Vergil could be sometimes. They had been walking in the hallways for a while now, with Dante /trying/ to convince Vergil to try and use his /imagination/ for once. What Dante wante
-*- Meenah Shrugs and leaves because UI has to go eat.
<-> Meenah is now known as uraniumimp
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe "'sides, i thought ya liked books! are you tellin' me y'can't think up /one/ lil' page turner? really?"
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-*- cocksureGuttersnipe and that's when equius exploded because t-t-twINS
<PrinceStrider> (FFFF)
-*- Jaspersprite D --> I find myself partic001arly smitten for the b100 one
-*- Jaspersprite D --> Perhaps for obvious reasons
-*- Jaspersprite D --> Take no offense Dante
-*- Vriska sighs and scoots a bit further away
-*- abstersiveTournure Vergil was pretty sure "whining" is an exaggeration, thank you, brother dearest. He was merely pointing out the complete worthlessness of attempting to conjure something with his mind. It was absurd, and incredibly stupid, and very, very dumb.
<Eridan> wwhere are you goin huh
-*- Eridan scoots after her, now that there is no more space for her to scoot
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Dunno, sure sounds like whining to him!
-*- Vriska pulls her knees up to her chest with a quiet sigh
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Might want to check yourself 'fore you wreck yourself, dear.
<Eridan> wwhat are you gettin all up in arms about noww pantless girl
-*- Eridan pokes her thigh for emphasis
-*- Eridan smirks as he does so, leaning against her
-*- Vriska rests her forehead against her knees, closing her eyes with an almost inaudible sniffle.
-*- abstersiveTournure It was like asking an elephant to shrink. It was just. Not. Possible. He'd told his stubborn fool of a brother as much, repeatedly, but Dante insisted that he could, in fact, draw a book -- a genuine, physical book -- into existence, purely by the force of his mind. Although the fact that this was the afterlife ("dream bubbles" was a term that had been thrown around) probably did not have all the limitations of the living realm (the need for food, sleep, and water, for one thing), this was just bogus.
-*- abstersiveTournure casual paragraphs, sorry
-*- Eridan tilts his head and leans closer to her "wwhats the matter vvri?"
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-*- Vriska shakes her head
-*- abstersiveTournure It... It wasn't all bad, though. He secretly did not mind the bickering -- it was familiar, something of a passtime for them, but it rolled off his tongue without bitterness or resentment. It was a pleasant change from the endless monotony of dreamemories he'd experienced previously, and his l-- what little semblance of a life he'd had before that.
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-*- PrinceStrider sort of just sits there taking it all in...
-*- abstersiveTournure "This is a fool's errand," he reiterated flatly. "I do enjoy books, but that does not mean I memorized them down to their very molecular structure."
-*- Eridan thinks for a moment before putting an arm around her and hugging her a bit
-*- Vriska tries and fails to edge away from him, biting her lip and just pressing away as best she could
-*- Eridan withdraws after a moment with a worried frown "ill uh givve you some space for noww" he gets up and makes as if to walk off "ill be in my room...yeah" he says before he gives a wave and is off
-*- chthonianGunslinger It was familiar, yes. Annoyingly familiar, but still comforting...in a confusing and bizarre way. Like an old, obnoxious friend he thought he'd never see again. Still obnoxious, but still his friend.
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-*- PrinceStrider gets up off his ass and walks into the kitchen, let's see what bounty this place had to offer.
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-*- chthonianGunslinger ...But really, c'mon! How hard of a concept could it possibly be? It's not like this was his first time at the rodeo, either! The game had been filled with things that were far crazier than this. Maybe Dante was just more used to it, being a time player and all, but...
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...still!
-*- Vriska had been going to grab his wrist to see if he'd stay, but he'd been just out of reach. Tears pooled in her eyes as she peered over her knees to watch him go, and she flopped onto her side, letting messy curls of black hair hide her face from the room.
-*- creepyCrawler there are two completely different things going on right now
-*- PrinceStrider yep.
-*- chthonianGunslinger "ugh," he grumbled, crossing his arms. "why you gotta be such a downer, verge? maybe it hasn't occurred t'ya yet, but we're dead. real life don't apply 'round here."
-*- PrinceStrider three if you count Dirk in the kitchen but shhh.
-*- PrinceStrider is not as important as brother feels.
-*- abstersiveTournure dude Dirk is always his own thing
-*- PrinceStrider or crying Serkets.
-*- PrinceStrider Shhhh
-*- HorrorRose four if you count Rose knitting too...
<chthonianGunslinger> n' it's not like y'gotta memorize it or anythin'. y'just gotta imagine it. want it, need it, love it. whatever y'wanna call it.
<chthonianGunslinger> like-
-*- PrinceStrider yep.
<chthonianGunslinger> okay, lemme give ya an example here
<PrinceStrider> (Like Dave's Pizza.)
<PrinceStrider> (Except you cannot simply imagine that, it's not quite the same, unless Dave makes it. :B)
-*- chthonianGunslinger He lifts his hand and, with little fanfare at all, a pair of freakin' headphones appear in his grasp. Not the cheap kind either; those were some quality phones hanging on his fingers there. Red and black like a sweet cherry cola. Gorgeous.
<chthonianGunslinger> there, y'see? didn't have to memorize all its fancy parts or nothin'.
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<chthonianGunslinger> it's so easy a fuckin' ba-
-*- chthonianGunslinger It's about then that he notices the girl, suddenly distracted from his sheer frustration. It wasn't the fact that she was a girl that distracted him-- nor the fact that she wasn't wearing any pants, that was par for the course-- that distracted him, oh no.
-*- chthonianGunslinger But it was hard to ignore all her sobbing and shivering as she curled up on the couch. Agonizingly hard.
-*- Eridan peers back into the room, over at Vriska
-*- PrinceStrider sweet they had golden grams.
-*- chthonianGunslinger It pierces his momentum, destoys his determination. He pauses, at a loss.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Ahhhh, damnit.
-*- Vriska 's hand was still just the slightest bit outstretched over the edge of the couch, but she pulled it back in to her chest as she tried to make herself about as invisible as she could on the couch.
-*- abstersiveTournure Vergil was scowling sternly at Dante and, so intently absorbed in finally being able to interact with his brother again, almost did not pay any mind to the world around him. But Dante's sentence cut off abruptly and his expression seemed to change, looking ahead at something -- Vergil narrowed his eyes and turned oh wow she isn't wearing pants.
-*- creepyCrawler priorities
-*- creepyCrawler vergil has them
-*- PrinceStrider yep.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Very astute observeration there Verge. Someone give this boy an award.
-*- Eridan frowns as he watches her, after a moment of staring he looks down and steps out of the hallway, before going over to her. He gives quiet sigh before he sits next to her, and shifts so that her head is resting in his lap
-*- creepyCrawler gold star
-*- PrinceStrider sobbing girl is nothing in comparison to pantsless girl.
-*- creepyCrawler also I
-*- creepyCrawler don't know what do so
-*- PrinceStrider go visit Bro.
-*- PrinceStrider Dirk...
-*- PrinceStrider whatever.
-*- PrinceStrider I can type words.
-*- abstersiveTournure He looked away, and that was perhaps the only reason he heard her crying, only amplifying his discomfort. Nude, crying women were not things he knew how to deal with. Dante, though...
-*- PrinceStrider yes because Dante knows everything about nude crying women.
-*- chthonianGunslinger are you tryin' to imply somethin'
<-> chthonianGunslinger is now known as cocksureGuttersnipe
-*- creepyCrawler with talons clicking against the hard floor, Nova waddles around completely obscured by a large blanket, bundled and warm. They were carrying around a sleeping Cherry, though the little terror was just as obscured. waddle waddle
-*- Vriska mumbles something under her breath, hesitating a moment before moving a hand to rest against his leg, sighing quietly.
-*- abstersiveTournure ...well, nevermind whether or not he knew what to do, Dante would sure as hell try to fix any problems in his line of sight. Vergil wasn't sure what effect the nudity factor had on that, if any at all.
-*- PrinceStrider eating some golden grams fuck yeah.
-*- PrinceStrider Nova logic: I can't see you you can't see me.)
-*- abstersiveTournure qt
-*- Eridan just strokes his hand through her hair, feeling just the teensiest awkward, but nontheless comforting her
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Indeed, the gears in his mind were already spinning in place. If one were to listen closely, you could hear the steam quietly whistling out of his ears. Whether it was a crying girl or a crying naked girl, he'd refuse to let it be. Leaving it be always left a hole in his heart, pierced with regets and what ifs. He didn't what he'd do, but-
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe But-
-*- creepyCrawler you can't see me and also I'm warm yesss
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe ...Ohhhh, too late. Someone already stepped in. Her boyfriend, he thinks? God, who knows. Troll romance was so weird. He didn't even try to understand it. ]
<-> Jaspersprite is now known as calamitousGodlyhood
-*- creepyCrawler oh nooo
-*- PrinceStrider are you an invisible warm thing in the kitchen? Because if you are I see you.
-*- Vriska lets fingers curl into the side of his pant leg. She found that there were quite a few things she WANTED to say to the seadweller, but under circumstances, she really couldn't. Even if they weren't around others.
-*- creepyCrawler I don't know I can't see where I'm going
-*- creepyCrawler I'm somewhere in the vicinity
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Whatever the case, the gates had been slammed shut. Whatever was going on between them, it was for them and them only. Stepping in was just rude. Even if he was the one that made her cry.
-*- PrinceStrider okay look at the floor, what kind of floor is it?
-*- creepyCrawler ummm
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe If anything, it only served to make him feel more awkward. Like a hapless bystander. God, he hated being a hapless bystander. Or a hapless anything.
-*- creepyCrawler it's too dark to tell
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-*- PrinceStrider darn.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe He tried to avert his eyes, though he couldn't help but to spare a glance or two. Rude, he knew. Couldn't help it. Always felt like something was going to happen if he didn't look. So he always looked.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe The headphones were slowly wrapped around his neck as his mouth twisted itself, trying to find the right words to say.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe The blanket scuttling around the floor didn't help matters much.
<cocksureGuttersnipe> uh...
-*- Eridan just settles with stroking his hand through her hair. He didn't really know what was going through her head, though he wanted. He was however content with comforting her at least. Vriska was a friend if anything.
<cocksureGuttersnipe> ...mmmaybe we should take this to the kitchen.
-*- creepyCrawler I'm somewhere
-*- creepyCrawler scuttle scuttle
<-> uraniumimp is now known as Meenah
-*- Meenah Is so fucking TICKED ugh. She cannot find that blueblooded broad anywhere. Sit on a sofa and FUME.
-*- Vriska nuzzles against him, quieting a bit once more.
<Meenah> oh cod you tools are still here
-*- PrinceStrider sure you can come to the kitchen if you want, I'm there so you know, it's instantly cooler to be there.
-*- abstersiveTournure It appeared that the matter of the crying half-naked girl was under control, but an awkward and extended silence still surrounded Dante. Vergil glanced at the scene, then back at Dante, and repeated -- then reached out and was already physically ready to move Dante with his own two hands when he said that. "Yes, that seems like a good idea," he responded almost sharply. Despite Dante having made the suggestion, he kept his hand out, as though to ensure that his brother did indeed make it into the kitchen.
-*- Meenah Somehow decides to randomly go and sit in the kitchen and fume, drink a glass of water.
-*- PrinceStrider waves to Meenah and eats his cereal.
-*- Meenah Just facepalms, offsetting her goggles stupidly, which she fixes. "water you want strider"
-*- abstersiveTournure He glanced over his shoulder once to make certain that the situation had not devolved (...was that a walking blanket?), and although it seemed very awkward, it also appeared stable. As stable as a situation with someone crying could be.
-*- creepyCrawler yes vergil
-*- creepyCrawler wait until you meet what's underneath o:
-*- abstersiveTournure that'll be fun
-*- creepyCrawler also I guess I'm heading into the kitchen as I nearly bonk into the door frame
-*- creepyCrawler yes it will
-*- abstersiveTournure (...Did the walking blanket just follow them. The walking blanket just followed them.)
-*- creepyCrawler chirps as they brush against the frame, skittering away from it as they continue on to the kitchen
-*- creepyCrawler it's like halloween
-*- creepyCrawler but I'll still eat rocks if you give them to me
-*- abstersiveTournure (Vergil just peered at it casually, then shook his head. He has MORE IMPORTANT MATTERS to deal with.)
<abstersiveTournure> [fuck you tenses]
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe In any other situation, he would have swiftly pushed those hands away. No one told him what to do, especially not his brother. But it was his idea, after all, and in times like these...
<PrinceStrider> Woah I was just saying hi, geeze.
<Meenah> ugh
<Meenah> i just
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe ...He just wanted to get out. The sooner the better.
-*- Vriska just quietly mumbles, "Sorry........"
<Meenah> havin a )(ARD time seein what the point is
-*- PrinceStrider peeers over to the waddling blanket.
<Meenah> ...
<PrinceStrider> Shhh we have a wild beast amongst us...
<Meenah> strider
<PrinceStrider> Shhhh.
-*- Meenah Whispers. "what the shell is that'
<Meenah> (who exactly is the waddling blanket. what name?)
-*- Midna ﹤ＯＯＣ﹥: Nova
-*- creepyCrawler stops
-*- PrinceStrider whispers back. "(I don't know but I'm going to find out.)"
-*- creepyCrawler probably in the way
-*- creepyCrawler chirps
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe So he stumbled into the kitchen, occupying himself with his headphones. He didn't care which song it was, so long as it was any song at all.
-*- PrinceStrider sneeeaks around behind the moving blanket and YANKS THE BLANKET AWAY!
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe ...Preferably not smooth jazz. Or lite rock. Or showtunes. Or-
<abstersiveTournure> [The headphones aren't hooked to anything]
<abstersiveTournure> [They just]
<abstersiveTournure> [Play music]
<PrinceStrider> Voila.
-*- Eridan shrugs "its ok"
<Eridan> wwhatevver it is ill try and help uh as best i can
<cocksureGuttersnipe> (get used to it vergil 8y)
<calamitousGodlyhood> [[They aren't even headphones]]
<calamitousGodlyhood> [[They're just like]]
-*- Vriska shakes her head and gives a quavering sigh
<calamitousGodlyhood> [[Cardboard]]
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aa3rBVb3v4g Yeah okay this'll do. This'll do just fine.
<abstersiveTournure> [The cardboard is just projecting sound waves.]
<calamitousGodlyhood> [[Magnifique]]
-*- creepyCrawler stUMBLES OVER
<Meenah> haha what the shell strider
-*- PrinceStrider catches so the terror doesn't fall.
-*- creepyCrawler the blanket is much more wrapped around the little terror then one expected
<PrinceStrider> Hmmmm...
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe He doesn't pay the blanket any mind, nor anyone else. Not the punk ass chick that's always got a stick in her ass, or the pointy shades dude that definitely has a stick up his ass. Too distracted.
-*- creepyCrawler squirms a bit, whining as the smaller terror churred unhappily.
-*- PrinceStrider will preform his second assu-EXCUSE YOU DANTE.
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-*- creepyCrawler let me go plz
-*- PrinceStrider now if you'll excuse me... Tickle attack!
<Meenah> ...
<Meenah> uh
<Meenah> what
<Meenah> acshelly
<Meenah> is that fin
<Meenah> (what exactly is nova i dont even know. fuck)
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-*- creepyCrawler yelps and churrs and chirps, uncertain of what exactly is happening aaaa
-*- creepyCrawler is a terror
<PrinceStrider> Do you want me to stop?
-*- PrinceStrider tickle tickle.
-*- Eridan pats her head lightly with a smile in spite of her attitude
-*- Meenah Derp. Oh. Those things.
<Meenah> hey little tentacle buoy or gill or whatebber
<Meenah> water you doin with that blanket around you
-*- creepyCrawler smaller then Alpha, white short hair that's swept back, skin covered in spine and grey. One eye is purely white whilst the other holds a green one. More buggy then squidy
<cocksureGuttersnipe> it's a terror, ya drip.
-*- creepyCrawler tries to answer through distraught giggles. "y-y-yes!"
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Apparently not that distracted.
<PrinceStrider> Then you gotta take the blanket off promise?
-*- PrinceStrider TICKLE
<creepyCrawler> "ffffine!"
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Always looking.
<Meenah> ugh and water you doin tellin me what to do
<Meenah> or what to think
<Meenah> what the glub ebber
-*- PrinceStrider stops.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Though at the moment, he wasn't bothering to look at you. At least, not right now.
-*- Vriska sits up just a bit, shifting to rest her head against his side, tucking her feet under her once moore.
<Vriska> *more
-*- Meenah Decides to be done with the kitchen, going to sit on the sofa with serket the sequel and ampora the afterthought. "are you two still as lame as i remebber"
<Eridan> oh shush your face she is havvin a bad day and i am just helpin
-*- abstersiveTournure Why was there a vaguely insectlike humanoid holding a smaller...uh. Ball of tentacles and colors.
-*- creepyCrawler squirms away from the prince, trying to catch their breath as they shifted the blanket around to be more cloak like. "that was not very nice!" they pouted, as little Cherry chirped and squirmed.
<Meenah> hey whale let me kelp too
<Meenah> )(--EY N-EW S-ERK-ET
<Meenah> YOU SUCK S)(ARK COCK
<PrinceStrider> Sorry but you were being too spooky.
<PrinceStrider> All shrouded and what not.
-*- PrinceStrider makes spooky fingers to prove his point.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe He slips into the chair, still fiddling with his headphones. At least he doesn't look too distracted anymore. Enough to actually look at things. He runs a hand through his hair and sighs, sparing a glance at the terror. Well, terror and...
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-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Uh
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Tiny terror.
-*- creepyCrawler horrorterrors, now in fun size
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe It wasn't the first time he'd seen them before, either. Who were they?
-*- Vriska whines quietly, pressing her face into Eridan's side.
<creepyCrawler> i was warm though!
<PrinceStrider> There are other ways to be warm you know.
<creepyCrawler> i like this way though and so does cherry! whyd you do that anyways you woke them up that was not very nice.
<Meenah> there did i kelp
-*- abstersiveTournure ...Whatever. He had more important things to be concerned with -- such as Dante, and his current behavior. Though, judging by his returning responsiveness and focus, Vergil thought he may not need to do anything for now.
-*- creepyCrawler nuzzles the little terror, calming them slightly.
<PrinceStrider> Well I didn't very well know they were there...
<PrinceStrider> Here let me make it up to you.
-*- PrinceStrider stands to his full height and puts some water on to boil so as to make hot coacoa.
<Eridan> wwhat the hell is that supposed to mean
-*- Eridan frowns at Meenah
-*- abstersiveTournure Or perhaps he could kill two birds with one stone. "A terror," he echoed -- not as an inquiry, because questions felt uncomfortable whenever he tried to voice them, but in the spirit of inquisitiveness nevertheless.
<Meenah> whale you said you were kelpin her have a bad day
<Eridan> i aint doin nothin
<Meenah> ..
<Meenah> sealiously
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Oh, Cherry. Odd name for a terror. They usually had extravagant names that no normal person would ever consider. Whatever. He was done with horrorterrors.
<Meenah> you literally said you she was havin a bad day an you was kelpin
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe No offense to this little one, it was just...
<abstersiveTournure> [Also is Nova mimicking Jaspers]
-*- creepyCrawler has always talked like this
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Too much.
<abstersiveTournure> [Their dialogue is reading like Jaspers' does.]
-*- creepyCrawler good cause jasp is adorable
-*- Vriska just gives a quiet noise
<Eridan> i wwas helpin her to get rid of the bad day
<abstersiveTournure> [Yes very much so. uvu]
<Meenah> oh whale why didnt you say so
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Of course, leave it to Vergil to ask about them. Well, ask without really asking. He always had problems with questions.
-*- creepyCrawler watches Dirk for a moment, before turning to look at Virgil when he spoke. "oh hello. you are new here yes?"
<Meenah> now its your fault shes havin an ebben worse day
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe But he was his brother, so...
<cocksureGuttersnipe> yeah, a horrorterror. y'know, 'em big ol' squids hangin' out in the sky. you were a derse dreamer, yeah?
-*- Meenah Honestly feels very slightly bad harshing on her favorite gill's dancestor.
-*- Vriska slinks off the couch and up the stairs; doesn't look back at either of them. A door slams, and it seems she knocked a picture off the wall, because a frame can be heard cracking. AGAIN. Ah well.
<-> Vriska is now known as KyButt
-*- PrinceStrider eventually pours the hot water in a mug, mixing it with the hot chocolate powder before topping it with whipped cream. Spins around and offers the mug to Nova. "Careful it's hot."
<Eridan> ...
-*- calamitousGodlyhood Does that mean Jaspers mimicks Nova]]
-*- Eridan shrugs "wwelp ill talk to her later" he says as he walks off
-*- calamitousGodlyhood Paradoxes]]
-*- Meenah Yawns and spreads out on the sofa, glad that that douche is gone.
<creepyCrawler> (maybe)
-*- calamitousGodlyhood Ffffff]]
-*- Meenah Kind of wants to go and cry herself, but whatever.
-*- Meenah Sighs.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Vergil might've noticed from Dante's low, mumbling tone that this...might've not been the best question to ask. He tried to keep his eyes away from the terrors, always preoccupied with something else.
-*- abstersiveTournure Oh, it (she?) spoke. "I suppose I am," he replied, uncertain but doing his best not to let that show. And then his brother spoke too -- "Ah, yes. I'd almost forgotten, after..." He trailed off uneasily. That...
-*- creepyCrawler goes wide eyed, then proceeds to chirp enthusiastically as they shift Cherry to one arm. The cup was taken with their free hand, and the terror proceeded to make their way to the table to sit. The mug was placed at their chosen spot, the younger terror bundled up in the blanket, and then Nova finally took their seat.
-*- abstersiveTournure Didn't need to be dealt with, not yet. Not for a long time.
-*- creepyCrawler goes to siiip and...
<PrinceStrider> Careful it's hot.
-*- PrinceStrider reminder.
-*- Meenah Absentmindedly begins hurling her trident into the wall, hoping someone will walk by and give her something to aim at. Murmuring under her breath. Fuck. Where is Aranea? Why can't she be possible to find? FUCK. UGH.
-*- creepyCrawler BLUH-but not really. They stop with the cup almost to their lips, when they looked at Dante. "are you okay?"
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<-> calamitousGodlyhood is now known as Jaspersprite
-*- PrinceStrider sits back down and returns to eating his golden grams.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Don't act like he didn't spot that trailing off, Verge. He could read you like an open book. Something was up there, something tragic enough to trip up his normally immaculate brother.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe ...But whatever it was, it could wait. No need to interrogate him so soon, after all. He wanted to enjoy this reunion without the sins of the past tainting it. Besides, there were some things better left unsaid.
-*- Meenah Thinks she'll go bother Strider. Doing so by flowing into the kitchen, and hurling her trident at his box of graham crackers, sticking them against the wall. "OOPS. sorry."
-*- PrinceStrider ... It was cereal...
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe They all had their cross to c-
-*- Meenah who gives a shit
-*- PrinceStrider there was no box though, he had a bowl...
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe tHE FUCK-
-*- Meenah no more bowl.
-*- PrinceStrider ...
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Meenah suddenly found herself staring down the barrel of a gun.
<PrinceStrider> Rude.
-*- Meenah Sticks her tongue out.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe A gun with a very, very itchy trigger.
-*- abstersiveTournure Shit.
-*- Meenah Isn't really all that concerned... Codcerned... With death.
<Meenah> hey go ahead i dont give a shit
-*- Midna probably because SHE'S ALREADY DEAD
<Meenah> i aint cleanin up the pan chunks though
-*- PrinceStrider will casually take that trident aaaand... "Thanks for the new toy, you know as payment for wrecking my breakfast."
-*- PrinceStrider captchas it.
<cocksureGuttersnipe> christ lady, the hell is wrong with ya? y'wanna go tossin' your fancy forks 'round, y'do it somewhere else.
-*- creepyCrawler ...
-*- creepyCrawler omo
-*- Meenah Just takes out anotter one. Puts the middle point at his neck. "can i have that back"
<Meenah> plaice
<Meenah> i got a shell of a lot a these and i like to keep track of em
-*- creepyCrawler whines softly, and pretty much hides under the table with cherry in tow
-*- Midna ﹤ＯＯＣ﹥: i laughed at that
<PrinceStrider> Nah I'll keep it as a souvenir.
-*- Midna ﹤ＯＯＣ﹥: >point weapon at someone >ask for something nicely
-*- creepyCrawler sort of
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Neither is he, really. This was simply instinct taking hold. A deeply rooted instinct.
-*- creepyCrawler winds up bumping into Vergil's legs
-*- PrinceStrider sits back down casually.
-*- abstersiveTournure Wh--
-*- Meenah Rolls her eyes, not that anyone can see. "ugh fuckin humans"
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe But amazingly, he manages to put the gun down. The threat had been taken out, hadn't it?
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe ...Hadn't it?
-*- PrinceStrider glances over to Nova. "Yo sorry about that you still want your cocoa?"
-*- Meenah Sort of. A little bit.
<Meenah> hey question
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Ugggh, this place was gonna kill him someday.
<Meenah> are you guys alive or dead
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe ...Again. Kill him again.
<PrinceStrider> I'm alive.
-*- Jaspersprite Psst where is]]
<PrinceStrider> (Kitchen)
-*- Jaspersprite Everyone so I do not mess up w/ an intro--]]
-*- Jaspersprite Unless it'd be best if I]]
-*- Jaspersprite Didn't y8]]
-*- Meenah Shrugs. "im gonna get that trident back one a these days by the wave
<Meenah> "
-*- abstersiveTournure Vergil peers down and scrutinizes the little terror, distracted from Operation Get Dante Settled the Fuck Down. Noting that his volatile brother lowered his weapon, he decided to try not to intervene yet -- he doubted Dante would entirely appreciate being forcibly pulled into an empty room (which was basically what the plan amounted to). He would instead take a moment to figure out what the hell this little terror's deal is.
-*- Midna ﹤ＯＯＣ﹥: cut at "this little terr"
<cocksureGuttersnipe> (i'm sorry but)
<cocksureGuttersnipe> (that ACTION gets me every time)
-*- abstersiveTournure this little terror's deal is. [It doesn't look cut to me??]
-*- Midna ﹤ＯＯＣ﹥: it wouldn't, because XChat doesn't show that
-*- Midna ﹤ＯＯＣ﹥: it just assumes things went through
-*- Midna ﹤ＯＯＣ﹥: but we see [21:30:18] <abstersiveTournure>
<Midna> ACTION Vergil peers down and scrutinizes
-*- Midna ﹤ＯＯＣ﹥: etc
-*- Jaspersprite shall stay out then uou]]
-*- abstersiveTournure "Yes?" he intones eloquently.
<abstersiveTournure> [Xchat you weird]
-*- creepyCrawler churrs softly, nodding to Dirk in response, then looking up at Vergil. "...hi." itty bitty terror wave. Cherry chirps.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe "...what do you think, ursula?" He mumbled, pointing at his yes. His dead, soulless eyes. They were blue once, he remembers. Grey blue, specifically.
-*- Meenah Frowns.
<Meenah> strider how about that trident
-*- PrinceStrider moves the hot chocolate so it's closer to Nova's grasp. "Nope."
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe He hoped he'd never see the day when he forgot.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe ...Why, a bad mood? Him? What makes you think that? It's not like these past few hours haven't been utter and complete pandemonium on his mind!
-*- Meenah Is actually kind of entertained.
<Meenah> so what am i gonna have to do if i want that little eelie back
<PrinceStrider> Cry 'cus you're not.
<cocksureGuttersnipe> ...what's it t'you, anyway? can't you just think up a new one?
<PrinceStrider> Getting it back I mean.
<cocksureGuttersnipe> seriously dude, it's just a fork. not like we're talkin' anythin' fancy here.
<cocksureGuttersnipe> yer imagination must be duller than a butter knife if you can't dream up that.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Cross arms. Grumble. Classic pouty teenager.
-*- Meenah Shrugs. "more of an excuse than usual to impale someone"
-*- abstersiveTournure "...Hi." He awkwardly lifted a hand in return. "...What's your name?" He glanced up at Dante half-distractedly, wondering if he actually would need to take him aside. He didn't know if he'd rather do that or attempt to hold a conversation with a juvenile creature of the Furthest Ring.
-*- abstersiveTournure The afterlife offered some strange entertainment options.
<creepyCrawler> "i am nova and this is cherry and when will the scary one go away?" They asked in a hushed tone. They remembered Maaneh well enough to know that Meenah was a close relation of sorts. "who are you?"
<Meenah> ...
<Meenah> scary
<Meenah> SCARY
<Meenah> what i aint T---ERRIFYIN anemonemoray?
<PrinceStrider> Yelling is not helping your status as scary you know.
<cocksureGuttersnipe> yeah, scary. not like boo haunted scary, more like psycho bitch with a knife scary.
<Meenah> oh
-*- creepyCrawler eep! The little terror pushes away, closer to the man behind them.
<Meenah> whale that's chill too
<cocksureGuttersnipe> ex-girlfriend you ain't callin' back ever scary
<cocksureGuttersnipe> ...yer proud of that?
-*- Meenah Stares. "what"
<PrinceStrider> ... But nowhere near Batterwitch scary.
-*- Meenah Has to resist drifting into a fangirling haze.
<Meenah> yeah whale aint nobody nohow who can codpare to her
<PrinceStrider> Yeah the Batterbitch is pretty high up there when it comes to being a complete and total wench.
<Meenah> uh
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe ...Batterwitch? The hell is a Batterwitch? He glances between them, his bad mood momentarily clouded with confusion.
<Meenah> you do reelize that by sayin that youre payin me a codpliment
<PrinceStrider> Hey you're the one who thinks being a total cunt is a good thing.
<Meenah> that depends on the definition
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Oh, okay. She's a total cunt. Good enough for him. Sorta. Not really.
<PrinceStrider> Mine isn't a particularly good one.
<Meenah> you guys are sorta ocray i guess
<Meenah> better than serket the sequel
<Meenah> though that aint sayin a shell of a lot
<cocksureGuttersnipe> great, good to know i'm 'ocray' in davey jones' cuckoo daughter's books.
<Meenah> ...
<Meenah> uh
<Meenah> what exactly is a 'daughter'
<Meenah> acshelly wait
<Meenah> i dont care
-*- Midna dotter*
-*- Midna HEE HEE
-*- Meenah what
<creepyCrawler> (wanders away for a moment)
-*- Midna daughter -> dotter
-*- PrinceStrider will take this moment to leave to the living room.
-*- Midna i'm just being a dork nevermind
-*- PrinceStrider Oh Midna you're just adorkable.
-*- abstersiveTournure After a minute of very quiet, kind of shocked watching, Vergil decided that the little terror deserved an answer. "I believe she's distracted enough to slip away, if you'd like," he pointed out logically in a tone almost as hushed as theirs had been. "Don't forget your hot chocolate."
-*- Meenah oh wait lame fish pun
-*- Jaspersprite v adorkable
-*- Meenah SCOR--E
-*- Jaspersprite also
-*- Jaspersprite http://pastebin.com/6cdRFiVV drops this in here and goes back to
-*- Jaspersprite watching uou
<cocksureGuttersnipe> good, 'cause i'm gettin' tired of explainin'.
<cocksureGuttersnipe> you billy goats deaf, or what?
-*- Meenah Just sighs.
<Meenah> any a you seen a serket lookin gill who wont shut up
<Meenah> dead lake me
<cocksureGuttersnipe> everyone's dead 'round here, schmookuns. gotta try harder than that.
<cocksureGuttersnipe> 'sides, i don't even know what a serket it. you lookin' for an elf spider or somethin'?
<Meenah> no shes a chick with horns like me and stupid glasses an otter carp
<cocksureGuttersnipe> what, y'mean fef?
<cocksureGuttersnipe> only one of you types i've ever seen with glasses.
-*- creepyCrawler was quiet, for a moment, looking between Vergil and the troll. An unsure churr left the terror, who held the sleeping baby terror closer. "okay i will go. thank you." They take the cup from atop the table, doing their best to be discreet, before scooting out and past the highblood as quietly as possible. To the living roooom
<cocksureGuttersnipe> sometimes the blue chick wears 'em, though.
-*- PrinceStrider is in said living room on a couch.
-*- Meenah Sighs heavily. "nebber mind"
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe He pauses to watch the pair of terror leaves, daring himself to watch. But an uncomfortable lump starts twisting into his stomach, churning his insides, and he can only tear himself away.
-*- PrinceStrider gives the terror pair a wave.
-*- Meenah Bleh
-*- creepyCrawler takes the seat beside Dave, quietly sipping on the cooled cocoa.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe It's a disappointing feeling, really. He knows it's not their fault. Nova's just as much as a victim as he was and the newcomer looked too helpless to be menacing.
-*- Meenah dave
-*- Meenah what dave
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe He was just...tired. So tired of terrors. Of relationships. Of everything.
-*- Midna wow wait
-*- Midna did coCo ever- wow this could end up being awkward
-*- Meenah He's not the only person feeling ennui.
- {Day changed to Mon Nov 5 00:00:00 2012}
-*- PrinceStrider isn't Dave...
-*- creepyCrawler dirk
-*- creepyCrawler damn
-*- PrinceStrider is that all I am to you...? A poor Dave replica?
-*- creepyCrawler no I'm just
-*- creepyCrawler used to seeing strider and thinking dave
-*- PrinceStrider sob.
-*- creepyCrawler < m >
-*- PrinceStrider It's okay, I forgive you.
-*- abstersiveTournure Talking to little Nova had been like talking to a child, he mused (and belatedly realized he didn't give her his name). He was terrible with children.
-*- creepyCrawler thank
<PrinceStrider> How's the cocoa.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe His eyes flicker back at the punk ass bitch-- seriously, how could anyone be more in-your-face than him-- and shrugs. It's an apathetic shrug, the epoitime of teenage rebellion. "whatever. s'not my problem."
-*- Meenah Just sort of sighs and lays her head on the table. "sorry about the cereal i GU-ESS"
<creepyCrawler> "it is good! thanks."
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe the kitchen is so punk ass right now, it just might explode.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe rADICAL
-*- PrinceStrider isn't there to apologize toooooo.
<PrinceStrider> Welcome.
-*- Meenah Whoops
-*- Meenah Just
-*- Meenah Sulks on the kitchen table. While nobody is looking.
-*- creepyCrawler Cherry will be more menacing when their baby teeth fall out
-*- Meenah thought cC's name was Nova
-*- creepyCrawler Cherry is the baby terror they're carrying around
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Clearly, this is the sulk kitchen.
-*- Meenah right
-*- Meenah who else is sulking anyway
<PrinceStrider> So what's your name again?
<Meenah> huh
<Meenah> me?
-*- PrinceStrider isn't there to ask you.
-*- Meenah forgot
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe <----
-*- creepyCrawler and vergil's just sort of there
-*- creepyCrawler because how feelings
-*- Meenah which one is vergil he is aT right
-*- abstersiveTournure Yes.
-*- abstersiveTournure The blue twin.
<creepyCrawler> "i am nova and this is cherry." They did their best to gesture at the younger terror. "who are you?"
<PrinceStrider> Dirk Strider.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe One twin, two twin, red twin, blue twin.
-*- Meenah and a sulking fish
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe From here to there, sulking everywhere.
-*- Meenah who is even in the kitchen
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe just us fi-
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe twins
-*- Meenah talks to dante apparently
<Meenah> who are you anywave
<cocksureGuttersnipe> what's it t'you, ursula? no offense, but y'don't exactly come across as the type of person who cares 'bout that kinda thing.
<cocksureGuttersnipe> or
<Meenah> it cant hurt to know
<cocksureGuttersnipe> anythin', really
<Meenah> ha
<Meenah> i care about one fin at least
<Meenah> an thats M--E
-*- Meenah Just gets up and storms off.
-*- creepyCrawler chirps. "it is nice to meet you dirk!"
<PrinceStrider> Nice to meet you too little chirpy thing.
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-*- cocksureGuttersnipe "good riddence..." He mumbled, hardly sparing her a glance. He didn't need any of those types clinging onto him. They were nothing but trouble, through and through.
<creepyCrawler> "this is really good what is it called?"
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe But in the end, he was left by his lonesome.
<PrinceStrider> Hot chocolate
-*- abstersiveTournure Not exactly.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe ...No, not quite.
<creepyCrawler> "hot chocolate."
<PrinceStrider> Yep.
<PrinceStrider> One of the best things left on eart.
<PrinceStrider> earth**
-*- creepyCrawler drinks down more of the cooled drink
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe He wasn't alone, not anymore. Not ever again.
<PrinceStrider> Next to you know, orange soda.
<creepyCrawler> is that yummy too?
<PrinceStrider> Yep.
<creepyCrawler> i will have to have some some time!
<PrinceStrider> Sure thing.
-*- creepyCrawler drinks more of the cocoa, content to sit quietly as they did.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe His eyes flick to his brother, casually appraising him. Trying to find the right thing to say. Always trying.
-*- creepyCrawler and then Alpha shows up and everything is ruined five ever
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe "I'M A LOSER BABYYYYY/SO WHY DON'T YOU KILL MEEEEE-"
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Yes, thank you Beck. Very helpful.
-*- creepyCrawler snrk
-*- abstersiveTournure Not alone -- but the pair of them had indeed been left to their own devices, and the change from what had been a chaotic mess was pleasant. Vergil basked in the quiet for a moment before casually (as casually as he could) bringing up, "Interesting place you have for yourself here."
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-*- PrinceStrider streeetches and leans back against the couch.
-*- creepyCrawler leans back as well, seeming to start nodding off
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe ...Hah.
-*- creepyCrawler with better word order
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe It's not the most cheery laugh, but it's a laugh all the same. Good work, Vergil.
<cocksureGuttersnipe> that's one way of puttin' it.
-*- PrinceStrider gives the terror a glance. "You sure you wanna be doing that out here?"
<creepyCrawler> ...is there a reason why i would not want to?
<cocksureGuttersnipe> personally, i've got a few choice words for this place...
<PrinceStrider> I dunno I've heard this place is pretty well known for it's blatant debauchery.
<cocksureGuttersnipe> ...but this is supposed to be a family kitchen.
<creepyCrawler> "oh." they paused, "...whats debauchery?"
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe He wasn't gonna lie, this reprieve was nice. It was quiet, in a good way. Not like the defeaning silence he so often feared facing. More in a comforting, familiar way.
-*- PrinceStrider leans in and whispers something into the terror's ear.
-*- creepyCrawler seems completely unfazed.
<creepyCrawler> "like when you do something bad and someone gets upset with you?"
<PrinceStrider> Yep.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Of course, he knew better. The debauchery and chaos always managed to rear its head right in the nick of time. It never truly went away - only laid in wait for its next victim.
<creepyCrawler> why would someone do that?
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe But this...this was nice.
<PrinceStrider> Because there are bad people out there Nova. Bad bad people who think things like that are fun.
<creepyCrawler> "oh." They thought for a moment. "...i would be safe if someone wanted to do that though."
<PrinceStrider> You sure?
<PrinceStrider> What if they frame you? And made it look like you did it?
<creepyCrawler> alpha wouldnt let that happen! they would keep me safe and protect me and cherry.
<PrinceStrider> Alpha?
-*- creepyCrawler nods. "they are my friend. i think sometimes they do 'debauchery' too and stuff but they wouldnt let it happen to us."
<PrinceStrider> Alright if you're sure.
<PrinceStrider> I'm gonna get something else to eat since my breakfast was toast.
-*- creepyCrawler nods a bit, moving to curl up around the little terror.
-*- Jaspersprite is now JASPERS, and snooping around the basement has finally proven to be fruitful for him! He probably shouldn't poke around down there as much as he does, but... it seemed like it'd be fun. And it was! And it doesn't hurt nobody. Cue the fuchsia feline barging into the kitchen as though it were on fire, holding something in their tentacles just behind t
<Jaspersprite> heir back. He's excited-- in case you couldn't tell from the look on his face.
<Jaspersprite> "yoU GUYS YOU GUYS YOU GUYS GUESS WHAT."
-*- Jaspersprite  83
<PrinceStrider> (FFF I love you Jaspers.)
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<-> foureyedFeline is now known as RufiohNitram
-*- RufiohNitram finds he's wound up in sorta a living space area...  "well... th1s 1sn't a bad place to start, 1 guess..."  He starts rifling through things casually, such as couch pillows.  "sure 1s green 1n here, though..."
-*- PrinceStrider looks over to the pink floating tentacle cat who entered the kitchen. "What?" he asked, though he thought a better question would be, Who are you, but he could save that for later because damn this guy was excited.
-*- Terezii PL4YS W1TH H3R SC4L3M4T3 WOND3R1NG WH4T 1TS B33N UP TO
-*- RufiohNitram Don't mind him in the room, he's just...kinda lookin' for somethin'.  Maybe you never seen him before, but...
<Jaspersprite> "No no no you gotta guess first! It is no fun if you do not guess."
-*- Jaspersprite ... He's /really/ gonna play /that/ game, huh.
<PrinceStrider> Huh
<PrinceStrider> Alright.
<PrinceStrider> Is it, a mouse?
-*- RufiohNitram pulls up a couch cushion and looks under it as if searching for spare change or something.  Hey, ghosts can't possibly be THIS hard up for boonbucks, can they?
-*- Jaspersprite shakes his head back and forth like he was a wet dog. "Nuh uh! It is not a mouse silly. But a mouse would be nice to find too because then i would catch it and everyone would be very very happy with me!"
<Jaspersprite> "It is okay though because you will never ever ever guess what i found. I was looking around the basement for something super fun to play with all my great friends and-- and look!" If he had heels to bounce on, he'd surely be doing just that! Regardless of his assumption, he doesn't bother to give the kitchen's inhabitants the oppertunity /to/ guess. With a h
<Jaspersprite> eld breath, the box is slowly but surely revealed from it's hiding place. You don't even get the chance to read the box as Jaspers does that for you.
<Jaspersprite> "Mary kate and ashley license to drive! 83"
-*- Jaspersprite  83!!!!!!!!!
-*- RufiohNitram Bangarang.
<PrinceStrider> Sweet man good find right there.
-*- Jaspersprite He almost lets out a squeak of excitement, but successfully holds back the urge. "I know it is it is the most best find! And it is going to be so much fun when i find enough people to come and play it with me! I just cannot wait!" He /hopes/ he'll find enough of his friends to play Mary Kate and Ashley with him, at least. Dante's going to love it, he know
<Jaspersprite> s that! And of /course/ Nepeta would be happy to play. Alphy too, maybe! Even though he's pretty sure that Dante and Alpha wouldn't... get along so well.
-*- Jaspersprite He /promised/, but...
-*- Jaspersprite ... He still doesn't know. Some things just take time!
-*- PrinceStrider just sort of nods. "So who are you?"
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<Jaspersprite> "I am jaspers! It is nice to meet you. I thought more of my friends came in here too but i guess i was mistaken!" He exclaims, perhaps a bit crestfallen at the lack of audience for his grand reveal. "It is okay though i will show them the next time that i get to see them."
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<Jaspersprite> "I am jaspers! It is nice to meet you. I thought more of my friends came in here too but i guess i was mistaken!" He exclaims, perhaps a bit crestfallen at the lack of audience for his grand reveal. "It is okay though i will show them the next time that i get to see them."
<-> ZeeZee is now known as PrinceStrider
-*- PrinceStrider gives Jaspers a nod. "Dirk Strider," he introduced.
<Jaspersprite> "I know some dirks. Not many though! Just some. They do not come around as often as i would like i am afraid."
<PrinceStrider> "Glad to know we've got a good name in this place."
<Jaspersprite> [[Brb uou]]
<PrinceStrider> (KK)
<RufiohNitram> "d*mn..." Rufioh mutters a little louder than he should've if he wishes not to be heard.
-*- PrinceStrider hears that and pokes his head into the living room. "Dude are you tearing up the place for a reason?"
-*- RufiohNitram looks up, and scratches a cheek bashfully.  "oh, man... guess th1s place 1sn't as empty as 1 assumed... well, yeah, 1 do have a reason, but 1 guess that's no excuse for leav1ng the place look l1ke th1s, huh? sorry about that, guy."  He starts to tidy up the couch again, though he hasn't found what he's looking for yet.
<PrinceStrider> No skin off my bones. I'm not the maid here or does the lack of frenchy apparel not give that away?
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