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1st record | April 30th; Video

[The video switches on to show two color coded teens, one dressed in all red with a cape and awesome shades (with two bottles of apple juice, one in his hand and the other waiting at his side) and the other in all blue with a ridiculously long hood. The red one seems somewhere between totally chill and mildly unnerved while the blue one looks rather pleased and amused.]

Okay we've got a few problems here but the most serious one is someone please tell us we're not the only ones who can see that the sun is looking back at us. Is that like a sun or a giant rock with teeth waiting to eat us like wow that planet sure looks tasty better not eat the middle its too spicy but the north would be an awesome icy snack.

It's like big brother is watching you all the time. Or big sister. Is the sun a girl or a boy? Does anyone know?

[Dave stops to just stare at John for a moment, just giving him an 'are you fucking serious?' look.]

Dude, it's a rock.

But it has a face!

Male or female would imply it has reproductive parts and that's something I'd really rather not think of thanks. It's pretty creepy as is.

[John pauses with a thoughtful look.]

I wonder if the moon has a face. Maybe one is a boy and one is a girl and asteroids are their babies. I wonder if the asteroids have faces?

Wow. Ok, yeah. We're moving onto more important matters now, topic over.

[John rolls his eyes at Dave, he's no fun. He then turns back to the camera with an intrigued look on his face.]

What did that guy mean, I turn into a weapon? How can you turn into a weapon? I'm a human!

[Dave looks like he could care less, though there's a hint of curiosity there as he takes a drink of his juice.]

Yeah, that's pretty much all we need to know since the creepy dude filled us in on the other shit. I've got my AJ now, I'm good.

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With the way this place reportedly kidnaps and returns people from our universes, you many get the chance.

yeah i was thinking that could be the case
so you up there yet

Yes dude.
I told you to get up here a whole ago.

yeah but we also came to the agreement i would wait cause itd be weird to go up there together
plus i kinda got distracted by rose hitting me up and talking her address outta her so i can send john over there while we chill
on my way up now

Ok.

Edited 2013-02-07 01:36 (UTC)

[And suddenly he's nervous all over again, he's going up to the roof to meet his bro for the first time in two years. Sure, it's not technically his bro but it is all the same. Close enough at least, and he's not sure if the lure of pretty red font is gonna save him face to face.

Nothing to do but suck it up though, so once he's sure John's heading over to see Rose he heads up towards the roof with no idea what he's getting himself into here.]

[Hal is also nervous as fuck, though it's more of a pleasant sort of nervous energy. If he didn't figure it would be better to be coolly sitting on the roof's ledge when Dave arrives, he could easily be bouncing on his toes. As it is, he makes no particular effort to wipe the smile off his face. It was all well and good if every other Strider wanted to be stoic as fuck, but he hadn't spent his entire life of a semi-sociopathic computer to waste the opportunity to have emotional expression.

And when Dave does arrive, his smile widens considerably, and his typical Strider greeting doesn't sound monotonous, but positively fucking cheerful.]

Yo!

[And just like that, the nervous energy cracks. Hal is sure as fuck not what he was expecting, but it's in a good way. Whatever coolkid bullshit Dave was trying to hold up shatters as he laughs, caught too off guard to stop it and not given enough fucks to try.

His smile is a bit more subdued but it definitely killed the tension in his body at least.]

Hey.

[He's not sure what else to say right off the bat, opting to just go over and take a seat on the ledge next to him.]

[Oh. Dave smiling and laughing. Hal added that high on the list of things he never fully realized he wanted and now wanted all the time. He resists the urge to hug his insanely adorable tinybro only by tightly gripping the ledge of his seat as he leans forward a bit.]

Jesus Christ I can't believe you tried to tell me you aren't cute.

[Ok... that was probably not the route he would have chosen to go if he still possessed the ability to think up fifty potential responses at once. But it had been the only thought to surface in his inefficient organic think pan. Whatever, he could work with this.]

What-Hey now, nope. We talked about that and cute is not a term that applies to me in any shape or form, Rose's opinion not withstanding.

[The fact that he goes from smiling to mildly indignant and attempting to look cool really isn't helping his case, the slight furrow of his brow to show his displeasure isn't any sort of intimidating or convincing at all.

The tiny dash of red on his face there probably doesn't help his case either.]

[So. Fucking. Cute. He unconsciously shifts a bit so he's partially sitting on his hands.]

I could literally go write a dissertation on this subject to convince you otherwise right now. But I'm more interested in the fact that it's not a descriptor you're used to. Didn't your bro tell you this shit?

[Dave raises a brow at the hands thing but doesn't comment on it, he's about to say something about there being no way in hell he could be convinced but that last thing throws him off.

His expression goes unreadable for a moment as he just stares down at the streets below.]

Nah, Bro wasn't that kind of guy. He taught me a lot of shit, like how to fight and defend myself and how to spin some sick beats. But we didn't talk much about personal shit.

[Hm. That gives Hal pause, abruptly halting his tidal wave of affection for his little bro while his mental processes dedicate themselves to analyzing what Dave had just said, and what he had not said.

His smile fades, replaced mild curiosity and even milder uncertainty. No anger, despite the fact that apparently AU him had all the time in the world with his brother and had been emotionally flaccid. He had always been the most critical and the most understanding of the failures of Dirk Strider.

Also, judging by the use of past tense, he was dead.]

What was it like?

[He still finds it strange, how numb he feels when he thinks about Bro. How he never managed to take that sword, couldn't bring himself to and even still thinks it was for the best. He doesn't deserve a weapon like that.]

Bro was amazing, he could do fucking everything. Sometimes I didn't see much of him but I always knew he was around. Like I said before, I'd always get my ass kicked pretty hard in strifes but by the time I managed to crawl my ass back to the apartment he'd be waiting with the med kit. The puppets were kind of cool if I didn't think about how fucking unnerving they were and being buried in a smuppet trap got old really fucking fast, pretty sure he go some twisted amusement out of seeing me flip my shit over them.

And it didn't stop at home, he followed me into the game too. I never saw him though, just heard he was running around doing shit. Bro was a hero.

[His gaze doesn't leave the streets, his voice doesn't waiver. He's learned to lock it all away in regards to this topic, no matter what Rose or Terezi said about him just needing to face it.]

[Hal was a fucking expert at reading between the lines, perhaps not as much of one as he used to be, but when your entire world is reduced to communication, you ended up pretty skilled at guessing what wasn't said.

There's a moment of hesitation, because offering something physical over something verbal had never been an option before. But it wasn't like he'd never learned how humans were 'supposed' to behave. He just didn't want to do the wrong thing, for Dave.

So it takes a moment, probably one that is too long. Long enough that it's obvious he had to calculate it. But then he lifts his arm and slides it around Dave's shoulders, and raises his hand to rest it on Dave's head.]

[Dave only tensed for a split second before his shoulders slumped. He's never been a touchy kind of guy, it wasn't how he was raised. But it's nice, he can't deny that. Especially coming from Hal and he knows by that pause that it probably took a lot of consideration before making a move.

So Dave doesn't push him away, instead just scoots a bit closer to lean against his side.]

I wouldn't change a thing, just wish I could have been there with him and Davesprite when shit hit the fan. But I know he'd probably get pissed off at me for something like that and I knew better than abusing my time powers on that matter. Some shit is just meant to happen.

[Whoops. Hal had not properly considered the ramifications if Dave didn't pull away.

Oh well, at least Dave couldn't see his bro blushing horribly from their current positions.

He idly drags his fingers through Dave's hair. Petting. //////////]

A lot of shit is just meant to happen. Understanding and dealing with that seems to be a fundamental property of Daves.

[Yeah, definitely for the best as Dave would just throw that cute shit right back at him. But he's relaxing further against him, the petting bringing back really vague memories of the one time he can remember Bro doing something like that back when he was a lot younger with a fever.]

It comes with the territory of keeping stable timeloops and making sure our timeline doesn't become doomed. Doesn't mean it doesn't suck.

[Shh you. Hal is becoming mildly more aware of his empathic failings, due to the fact that his feelings centers are currently overflowing with brotherly love and pure awe at the sensation of touch and touching Dave. Cuddling even! Jesus Christ. He should really not be this happy about anything when his brother is talking about horrible shit but he can't stop.

At least he can respond in a relatively neutral tone.]

Of course it does. I'm pretty sure time travel is up there with Powers No One Actually Fucking Wants, alongside immortality.

[That actually gets a chuckle out of Dave, because he had had both (close enough to immortality) and he was already unnerved by not having one.]

Nah, it's not that. I'm actually pretty damn happy with my what the game gave me, wouldn't trade my Knight of Time title for anything, I mean come on, look at these totally rad pjs it got me. And do you have any idea how much grist I made using my powers to mess with my planets stock exchange? It was all worth it, there's just bad that always comes with good.

[Petpetpet, he's relaxing a bit. This is entirely comfortable.]

I would never suggest you'd rather be something else. I think that's also inherently outside the Strider paradigm. Just yeah, sometimes being so insanely awesome comes with some hefty drawbacks.

Edited 2013-02-07 05:04 (UTC)

[Yeah, it's kind of just a little awkward to just be sitting next to him leaning on him like this with his arms at his sides. And half hugs should at least be mutual half hugs so after a minute of contemplation Dave wraps one arm around Hal in return.]

It's a curse sometimes, a totally awesome curse that the rest of the world wishes they could even feel a grain of.

[Oh no being hugged back by tinybro. Wow how the fuck do humans even manage with so many feelings. He might be reaching some sort of critical overflow. It abruptly takes a lot of focus to not go any further, and there's a long faulting moment where he realizes he hadn't even registered what Dave said -- fuck he hates it when that happens, so embarrassing -- nor any idea of what to say.

Shit.

There's a long silence is awkward for at least Hal as he frantically wracks his brain for conversation points that don't involve incest.]

[The silence is a little too long and for a moment there Dave thinks he's done something wrong. He doesn't move too much though, just tipping his head enough to look up at him with a raised brow.]

Something the matter bro? You kind of died on me there.

[As soon as Hal feels Dave shifting to look up at him, he panics slightly and does the only thing that occurs to him fast enough: drops his hand down from Dave's hair to cover his eyes. The red color and contortions of emotions effecting his face would remain hidden at least that much longer.]

Sorry. Sometimes I get distracted with my own fucking think pan. I haven't quite sorted out the nuances of running on an organic processor.

So aside from dead, emotionally inept bros, and sweet but shitty super powers, what's up with you? Seeing anyone?

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