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heyyy so if anyone knows who used to own turntechgodsmack, can you like?? let me know if youre reusing it? i really want the url but ill step down if youre remaking somewhere else lmao (and tbh even if youre not them and you know whats going on with it id really appreciate some kinda info)
==> Karkat: Make them pay.
You wake up that morning to the sound of your alarm clock, just like any other, but you find yourself lingering in bed after you've stopped the alarm. Funny, how things seemed so normal, but today wouldn't be a normal day. No, today, it would be different, you would be leaving your home to infiltrate a gang.
That knowledge is the only thing that throws your morning off. Everything else is as usual. You dress in your red hospital scrubs. You wake the girls up. You make breakfast. You kiss Dave goodbye as he leaves for work. You kiss Seyria and Aileen goodbye as you port them off to Jade's daycare. You text John, "NO HOSPITAL VISITS, GOT IT?" You text your moirail, "KEEP OUT OF TROUBLE, YOU LITTLE SHIT. <> " Jade, Porrim, and Kanaya already suspect something is up, so you won't tip them off further. Sollux and Oz didn't need to know, and you wouldn't worry them for nothing. And Strider, well, Strider was coming with you.
You go back upstairs and change out of your scrubs in favor of something more casual and less conspicuous: a t-shirt, a thin summer jacket, gray jeans, canvas sneakers. The jacket is one of your fiance's, you notice, but shrug the fact off under the reasoning of 'It would make a good reminder'. You doubt Dave would notice one missing jacket in a closet full of clothes, anyway.
But you give pause at the thought of Dave, and your eyes wander to the engagement ring on your finger. You see clearly in your mind the moments you've had with him, the dates and kisses and cuddles you've shared, and it only fuels your desire to get this done. He would be safe. All of your family would be safe. Your ring isn't safe on your finger, however. You take it off, and slip it onto the nightstand. Your hand fels too light, too off-kilter without the silver-ruby band where it belongs, but you won't take the risk of losing it.
Your weapons of choice are next, hidden where the girls (or Dave, for that matter) couldn't get to them. You grab your sickle-- you've had the most experience with it, effective at short range, but short range only. You go through your knives-- they were Porrim's specialty, and she had taught you well. Even weight distribution made them easy to handle, very useful in close quarters combat, and equally decent at mid-range combat if thrown. And then, there was what you considered your heavy artillery: Guns. You weren't fond of guns, they were Jade's thing, obnoxiously loud without a silencer, and always struck you as a cowardly choice of weaponry considering they were effective at any distance given the shooter had good aim. But you couldn't deny that they'd be useful in a pinch.
You stock up on what you felt you'd need, keeping in mind you weren't sure how long you'd be gone. You proceed to leave everything as you typically did before you left for work at the hospital. The bed made, the table cleared, the breakfast dishes done. After grabbing your phone, wallet, and weapons, you take one last look around. This is what you were fighting for. Your life, your family, your friends.
And you would win no matter the cost.
((Mun is off to bootcamp and will return in two months! All roleplaying is at a halt until I'm back. See you all soon! c: ))
turntechgodsmack started following you
hello!
i'm john.
how're you?
He was always your last stop. Before you left for lunch, before you left for the day, before you left to another wing of the hospital, you always checked his room. Why? Simple; when you went to see him last, there was never any rush.
Your in his room for the typical things, checking pulse and blood pressure, IV and nutrient bags. Things that were to be recorded for as long as he was under, to monitor his progress, or perhaps his decline, as it were. It was a weary occupation, watching over your friend-- Every spike brought false hope, every dip brought misled sorrow.
Done with the routine check-up, you take a moment to sit in the chair you had long since pulled up to his bedside. You take his hand in one of yours, squeezing it lightly, never expecting a response.
"Wake up soon, Dave..."
@turntechgodsmack ==> Answer a call from Dave's school.
"Yeah. I'll talk to him."
Bro snaps his cell phone shut. Yet another call from the high school--only this time, it wasn't because of Dave's grades. The teenager hadn't really struggled with his classes, he just didn't care about them. But regardless, this was an entirely different matter.
He glanced over to where Dave was sprawled onto the living room sofa, a shitty daytime show blaring on the television. The older Strider huffed and set his phone down on the counter before walking over to where his younger brother was, blocking his view of the TV with arms crossed over his chest. "Dude. Table. Now."
I'm going to be on my newer rp account for a while.
i'll just tag my important rp accounts in this so people know of a mini-hiatus o3o
Dave: Fuck with your timeline. Again. @turntechgodsmack
Dave Strider had been known to create way too many time loops for one person. Future Daves always managed to find their way onto present Dave's timeline to warn him about upcoming shit or whether or not he could trust certain people (trolls). Generally, though he had learned to control it, there was a mishap every once in a while.
With a flash, Dave disappeared from his present timeline, ending up somewhere in the past, or so he thought.
He was in his room. It had to be sometime before he started the game what with it still being intact and all. He couldn't quite put his finger on why, but something about it felt...different. It looked the same, even smelt the same, but it didn't quite feel the same.
He shrugged it off. Time to find the other Dave.
My name is Castiel. Hello.
