Jade Harley

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[witchofdogs]

Through wobbly legs and confused spirit

[witchofdogs]

turntechapalooza:

"So Egbert and Lalonde are still MIA. Peachy. Maybe they paired off and busted shop or somethin. Trying times call for trying measures and Karkat’s little shippin’ chart may reign supreme. Next thing you know we’ll—" He stopped himself short, slamming the breaks on his train of thought before it could go off the rails.

He didn’t know much about the master/slave business. Only that the slaves were treated like shit and the masters treated like slightly better shit. That, and if a certain master took a shining to a slave the slave’s brand was changed and they were taken out of the crowded cell block to fuck-knows-where. "We need to get you out of here." His hand absentmindedly brushed against the brand on his neck. Right. Unclaimed slave and a slaveless master walk into a bar. They both get college wasted and proceed to have the most unbearably awkward drunken intercourse in the men’s bathroom. They walk out smelling like cigarette butts and feeling a little less like people a more like impulsive cogs in some sort of broken timepiece that fuck is it even day right now? Where’s the fucking sun in this place it’s freezing.

He looked back up at Jade, momentarily forgetting where exactly they were in the conversation. By her expectant look it was his turn to speak. Get me out of here. Right. What about her? Seemed like a snag to him, trading one form of imprisonment for another. Then again, as awkward as pairing off with Jade was it’d be infinitely better than sitting around praying to the white-tile ceiling that he be able to hold onto his virginity. He sighed, nodding. “Yeah. Getting out of here is priority numero uno. Uh. No matter the cost. I mean, if you want to pass this up I’ll forever judge your taste but it’d be cool. Can’t force you into anything. I mean, look at me.” He chuckled, rattling his chains. “Ain’t nothin’ Marley’s ghost down here can do to stop you from doing whatever you want. Shit. We’re starting to sound like the start of a fucked up porno”

Jade rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as she looked at her friend. "Dave, we are in a building, where they force us to have sex, or else we’ll get killed. My money literally depends on the amount of sex I have per week, and you discover now that we’re like in a bad porno, silly????” She tried to play it off as a joke, in order to elevate the slight dread feelings in the atmosphere – or was it her emotions reflecting it? It’s not like she hated the prospect of having sexual intercourse with Dave – the male was incredibly attractive, and any woman with sight could see that – but she didn’t know how she would react, with Davesprite thrown in the mix. Davesprite was a complicated matter for her. He was not something she could simply overcome – she loved him. She loved him so much that her heart aches each time he comes to her mind. He was troubled, and he left before she even reassured him that for her, she didn’t really care if he was a copy of Dave. In order to tell him that she didn’t care, that she wanted him next to her. He was Davesprite not Dave. He was her orange feathered asshole that shared some of Dave’s traits, but was terribly different at the same time. And now, she didn’t even know what happened to him. Was he dead? Did SBURB delete him? Did he survive it and escape this hell-hole? Or did they kill him as soon as he was spotted? She was signing herself up for one hell of a ride when she proposed this deal, she knew. She was going to go through complicated feelings jam, and there are going to be some fierce confusion involved, and she knew it. She acknowledged it. But Dave was her friend. One of her childhood friends, for that matter. Dave was present, right here, in this cell, and in danger. She couldn’t leave him for any troll to come and pick him up, treating him like the fucktoy this wicked establishment made him to be, just because she had a past with his alternate self. “… You know I’ll never like, force you to do something you don’t want to though, right?” Dave would probably know this already, but she couldn’t help but add it, as the blond referenced his chains. Maybe everyone else would see them as Master and Slave, but she was in no way going to treat him like one – that was not even up for discussion. She felt the need to remind him of it, for some reason. 

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[witchofdogs]

Through wobbly legs and confused spirit

[witchofdogs]

turntechapalooza:

It was a downright shame that Jade was stuck in this hellhole. But at least she looked like she was doing well; still happy to talk, still sociable, still herself. He thought back to purple and blue text he had glimpsed earlier on his husk top. Hopefully they’re doing this well too. Fuck, if they’re not…

"You got a point. I’ve been making sure to override any wonder of exoticism those trolls might have for my prime cut of alien ass with my alpha male aura. It’s the jungle down here, Jade, and you gotta act like it or end up on the wrong end of the collar." He said this all in his usual dry delivery, gaze trailing off to some of the sleeping slaves he shared the cell with. He’d already witnessed some shit he probably could have done without in his short time chained. Talking about it with Jade helped distance that shit. Slapping on a smirk and a shrug, he looked back up at her. "Now I just gotta get some shorts. Then they’ll know who’s boss."

He considered asking Jade about the others. Her advantage as master made it more likely for her to know their whereabouts. However, he doubted she’d be lounging around talking to him if anyone they knew were snagged in a more dire circumstance. Unless she wasn’t able to do anything about it and she was barring that information from him from some unfounded sense of pity. “So… am I the first familiar face or what? You’re certainly mine.”

"Oh, actually, you're mine as well. I haven't been around for a long time, so I haven't gotten around to actually meet people... You're the first I engage in a friendly conversation with, actually!" Even as she replied to her friend's question, Dave's words kept echoing through her head as she bit her lip. It’s the jungle down here, Jade, and you gotta act like it or end up on the wrong end of the collar. And it was exactly the thought that has been haunting her - the idea that one of her group was in this exact situation, only to meet an unfortunate end. The concept coursed a shiver down her back and made her ball her fists. They no longer had God Tier powers. This, this was not SBURB. If they died... if one of them was ever to die, then it would be for good. They've only had one chance from now on; they couldn't count on a game to reset their existence no more. And she hoped to whatever divine entity existed out there that none of her friends went through such a horrible fate - to die, in a place like this, even after all they've gone through and survived. "Dave." She started, but paused, unsure on how to say it. It isn't like she could go around and Hey, Dave! I'm in need for a slave, so are you up for the job? And even so, it went far deeper than that. She wasn't cut for a place like this. Hell, who would ever even be?! But she had to condition herself to the circumstances of the situation, and if it meant sacrificing awkward situations in the heat of saving her friend, she'd do it in a heart beat. "We need to get you out of here." 

[witchofdogs]

victory is all the sweeter with these loots!! :D

[witchofdogs]

Through wobbly legs and confused spirit

[witchofdogs]

turntechapalooza:

It was Jade.

At first he was relieved— he did not want to deal with some troll bullshit right now and a having it instead be a familiar face was a godsend. Then mortified, because Jade was now staring at him sitting naked on the cold hard ground like some pathetic shelter dog. Also, given the fact there were no showers available to him in the communal cell he was stinking up all levels of funk right now. He wasn’t exactly in prime friend-greeting condition.

He considered standing to greet her but quickly decided against it. Instead he shifted into a more modest position. Not because he himself was particularly sensitive about who or what saw his nonsense but… well. It was Jade. It was kind of weird having her stare at his stuff especially since she was still with Davesprite. No, not still idiot. They broke it off. Still. She’d probably seen Davesprite’s carrot dick and he was less than comfortable with her comparing it with his junk.

To her question he shrugged, trying to play it off as no big deal. “Really? No clue. A while.” He couldn’t remember the last time where he was vague out of honesty and not out of some need for indifferent composure. His hand went to the side of his face, going to adjust shades that were no longer there. Gotta ask for those too. Boxers, then shades. His hand dropped awkwardly back into his lap. ”What about you? I mean, fucking fantastic you aren’t chained to the wall. I would have been out with y’all but I guess my ass is too hot for them to handle.”

"Yes of course, I'm fairly sure this was the reason they've put you here, Dave." She giggled, impressed with her friend's capability in spurting out none sense even in this situation. Well, it's not like she was surprised - Dave would still manage to create long-ass metaphors even if the world was ending.  (heheheheh) But even, it was a relief. That meant he was mentally safe, at least. She passed through the cells and saw the look of utter desperation on them, as if they were sure their end was near, and they were counting the minutes before somebody came in to cull them. Others looked so broken, it made her heart swell. She haven't met much of the masters around here yet, but she knew by judging her state, that it still is a better fate than being a slave. At the end, they were all considered nothing but possessions to the complex, but at least masters retained some sort of freedom.

Looking back at her friend, she was even more relieved to see the lack of distress. At least it means he hadn't suffered worst... yet. Seeing Dave without shades and all. Usually, those things were glued to his face. Even Davesprite never used to take them off - only in well.. certain situations. She faintly the difference in Davesprite's orange eyes and Dave's ruby red ones. Her ex's always had a hint of melancholy in them, as if every time he sees her, she reminded him of something fairly depressing. In a way, she understood that. The things he had gone through weren't easy. Though still, Dave's, she noted, were much more expressive, even with his potent attempt at keeping a poker face. "But hey, better still being chained up than with some kind of sadistic master!!" She pointed out, trying to make the situation lighter. She shuddered at the thought - that maybe, somewhere, there was a friend of hers who did end up being less than lucky, and got picked by a random troll to please. Nevertheless, she was just happy to have found Dave now; even if the conditions of their reunion wasn't all too joyful, still! 

[turntechapalooza]

bro im sorry i never had time for this shit before

and only about five percent of what you just said to me made sense

but congratulations on the victory, anyway 

[witchofdogs]

you never watch soccer???  i thought youd be like more interested in this than i am! and its not so complicated!  okay look so when a player does something against the rules the opposite team gets a free kick straight to the goalie  and also when the additional time is over and the two teams score is still equal they go for the penalty which means they would shoot respectively until one of them misses and the other gets a goal  see??? pretty simple!  and thank you!! c:  i knew we would win this!! 

[witchofdogs]

aaaaaaaaand penalty  well at least the team still got a chance to win! :B

[turntechapalooza]

hey jade

not to jam the competitive spirit going on here and all but

what the hot fuck is going on. like, this penalty shit.

im only half-watching but id like to at least have some idea what these douchebags are doing.

[witchofdogs]

oh my god dave come on you have to know stuff like these!!! :o well its like a kick awarded if the other team breaks rules or when two teams have equal scores, even when theyre additional time is over!!  in this case costa rica and greece went over with the second and hell yeah we won!!!!! :)))))

[witchofdogs]

aaaaaaaaand penalty  well at least the team still got a chance to win! :B

[witchofdogs]

oh my god we were SO close!!!!! 

[witchofdogs]

costa rica: 1  greece: 0  now were talking!!! 

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[witchofdogs]

She trotted slowly toward the slave, trying to convince herself that hey no this is totally not who she thinks he is!! Despite her previous confession that yes, she did admit that the hope of finding all of her friends out of this section, but she couldn't imagine him here! Okay, she didn't want to imagine any of them in here, but he's like, coolkid and - "Oh my god, Dave!!!"

Her eyes went wide as she stared for a minute. Yes, this was Dave Strider, ruby red gems for eyes, platinum blond locks, [UC] brand on front of his neck and oh what the hell he's naked as a first born baby.  She could feel the blush dust her cheeks as she found her gaze drop down. It wasn't like she was a total virgin; sure, she had fooled around with Davesprite before. But Davepsrite is not Dave, and she was literally staring at his dick now and oh my god this is really embarrassing!! Averting her gaze, she kept it locked on his face instead. It wasn't the time to stare at male genitalia that was her friend right here naked and chained to a wall! "Oh my god, Dave, how long have you been here???? You look awful!!" Astute observation from one miss Harley, but she couldn't help it, he really did look pretty miserable in there! Her hands encircled the bars, before sliding the cell's door open and entering. She hasn't really thought this through - what she would do if she ever found someone here, that is. She wasn't much of a natural planner, but the only thing she *knew* she won’t leave him here. In the back of her mind, she wasn't sure it was a wise idea. After she broke up with Davesprite, she had been hesitant to talk to Dave, not knowing if she would keep a hold on her emotions since technically, Davesprite and Dave were still the same person. She felt guilty – Dave didn’t do anything to deserve her constant avoidance, but she couldn't help it. Even if Davesprite grew to become his own person, they had a lot in common, and they looked alike, so she didn't know if she would react properly. She just needed time, which was what she told herself. But then she went grimbark, and presumably stopped existing and met Calliope. And now here she was. Thinking about the past in a situation like this might be so wise, especially this one. But even with all the things that happened, she was certain that there was in no way she’ll leave Dave to the fate of any other random troll that happened to walk by and took a liking to the blond, especially for her own selfish reasons!! If Dave was in here, it meant he was unclaimed yet, and she given that she had to pick one, she could always trespass awkward situations in order to help a friend!! 

[witchofdogs]

Through wobbly legs and confused spirit

She thought her narcolepsy was a thing of the past. This is probably why she groaned in confusion as she woke up in her block the very first time – it was weird. She didn't remember anything from before. Nor did she remember what happened, or how did she get in here, or even why is there an [M] freshly branded in front of her neck. Did they beat the game? Was that their ‘new world’? If it was, where were her friends? Aren't they supposed to be Gods in the universe they created? But where are the dog ears she grew, then?????? Maddening as her situation was, she was not one to sit down and ponder. Instead, she first settled with discovering the room she was in. It was pretty normal, a mundane room with a comfortable bed, a decent sized bathroom and an acceptable kitchen – and well, that was when she saw the cupboard. Why in the name of genesis frog was there a cupboard full of sex toys in the room she was settled in?!!! At this stage, confusion and curiosity guided her legs out. At first, she took a quick peek, only to discover the rows of room on sides. She aired mindlessly in the halls, until she found out the real reason she was kept here. The immoral, messed up, depraved reason behind the cupboard in her room – how could they end up like this?! Everything was going fairly well last time she remembered, how could thing could possibly turn out so wrong?!!! Needless to say, the idea took time to settle in – the fact that were all prisoners, that there was no way they could escape, that they were forced to do whatever they were commanded to do without even uttering a question. The idea was depressing, to be considered as nothing more than providers of buckets and samples for whatever reason the drones wanted them for. She never touched the cupboard in her room, that is, not after that first time. Though she knew she would have, eventually. She should, if she ever wanted to keep her head on her shoulders. Even so, if SBURB had successfully done anything to them, it was to habituate them on adapting to strange situations in a limited amount of time. She learned quickly - that she was supposed to take in a slave and provide samples, how to take care of them, what to do in order to punish them, that she had her ovaries removed (her ovaries, seriously?!!!), the lactation drug, and the culling (she swore to herself that she'll never retort to such thing, even while being low on credits). It all took a limited amount of time, and it wasn't like the complex was hiding the information from her.

As such, even if the whole ordeal was a shock to her, she didn't miss a beat- after everything was somewhat clear to her, now was the time where she should search for her friends! If she ended up here, the others should have as well!! Well, they would be around here somewhere!  The first rational thought may have been to check the rooms adorning the wall on either side of hers, but she still set out for the slave’s wing first. She just needed to know if someone ended up there! Even if in the back of her head, she really hoped no one did. The possibility seemed surreal, of course she knew that it was absurd, the fact that everyone ended up lucky – well not that she could be considered lucky, but with the things she heard about the slaves and their fate… well let’s just say luckier than them! – But it was a wish she hold on onto. So here she was, tottering her way to the communal wings, head bent a little in order to see if she recognized any face. For now, she didn't, and it was both a relief and a disappointment (she really hoped to find someone she knew in this hellish place!). Well that was her first thought, until she her eyes caught the sight of platinum blond hair she thought was fairly familiar..