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starfishbucks2013-02-12 08:19 pm
makingthishapen) wrote in starfishbucks2013-02-12 08:19 pm
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Character: Dirk "Bro" Strider
Fandom:Brostuck- I mean Homestuck
Player Name: Meowzy
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[There comes a time in every person’s life where they have to sit down and wonder what the fuck just happened. Bro has reached that moment. He would sit down, where it not for the fact that he just awoke lying on his back. No choice but to sit up, then. Not the same dramatic effect, but it’ll do. So he sits right in the middle of the Plaza, crossing his legs in a sort of lotus position.
Everything's a bit of a muddled mess. The kind of haze matched by a hangover, minus the throbbing headache and queasiness. There is a questionable taste in Bro’s mouth, but he’ll attribute that one to thirst. He hasn’t had a decent drink since he entered the Medium. He’d been doing pretty damn well for himself in there. He’d been up against the final goddamn boss, that douche known as Jack Noir. Lil Cal had been there, Dave had been there (sort of) and they were beating the shit out of that motherfucker, Strider style. Things were as sweet as could be. Except for that moment where Jack had gotten one more power-up and somewhere in the fray, Bro had lost his grip on his sword. That one’d cost him dearly.
Fade to fucking black, and suddenly he awoke here. No Lil Cal, no Davesprite, nothing.
His hand strays to his chest, as he distinctly remembers getting impaled, but there’s nothing there. Just his usual badass abs. In one fluid sweep, he removes his baseball cap so he can run a hand through his moist hair. Did he have an extra life? No, that’s not how the ‘game’ works, he’s pretty sure.
He lost. He went up against the big bad and he lost. His mouth opens to utter a single word.]
Fuck.
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Player Name: Meowzy
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[There comes a time in every person’s life where they have to sit down and wonder what the fuck just happened. Bro has reached that moment. He would sit down, where it not for the fact that he just awoke lying on his back. No choice but to sit up, then. Not the same dramatic effect, but it’ll do. So he sits right in the middle of the Plaza, crossing his legs in a sort of lotus position.
Everything's a bit of a muddled mess. The kind of haze matched by a hangover, minus the throbbing headache and queasiness. There is a questionable taste in Bro’s mouth, but he’ll attribute that one to thirst. He hasn’t had a decent drink since he entered the Medium. He’d been doing pretty damn well for himself in there. He’d been up against the final goddamn boss, that douche known as Jack Noir. Lil Cal had been there, Dave had been there (sort of) and they were beating the shit out of that motherfucker, Strider style. Things were as sweet as could be. Except for that moment where Jack had gotten one more power-up and somewhere in the fray, Bro had lost his grip on his sword. That one’d cost him dearly.
Fade to fucking black, and suddenly he awoke here. No Lil Cal, no Davesprite, nothing.
His hand strays to his chest, as he distinctly remembers getting impaled, but there’s nothing there. Just his usual badass abs. In one fluid sweep, he removes his baseball cap so he can run a hand through his moist hair. Did he have an extra life? No, that’s not how the ‘game’ works, he’s pretty sure.
He lost. He went up against the big bad and he lost. His mouth opens to utter a single word.]
Fuck.
I only say the truth. rude.
Naw. I haven't seen Cal the entire time. [He's so fucking glad for that.]
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But first, there are more pressing matters. He begins to approach Dave. Not with his usual top speed ninja dashing, but with average strides. This seems like one of those situations that needs to be handled with care and pacing. For a Strider, walking normally is like walking in slow-motion. It's like a goddamn teary family reunion up in here, minus the actual tears and minus Chariots Of Fire.
When he reaches Dave, he'll hold up his fist for a bump. Fist bumps speak a thousand words.]
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He'll also never tell Bro how he kind of just went and hugged Dirk when he first arrived back and how embarrassing that kind of was. Also, he would have totally hugged Bro, but that would be really uncool and Bro probably wouldn't appreciate it.
So he will fist bump Bro back. Yep. So cooolllll.]
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You look good. Very swank.
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[Too bad everyone knows at this point that he isn't the total coolkid he pretends to be.]
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[Oooh, that sure was a challenge he just issued there.]
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Well, everything here is free, so that isn't going to be much trouble.
As for explaining this place? It's pretty straightforward.
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Dave. Bro. Things stopped bein' straightforward the second that bigass meteor tried to smash our apartment. Outside the game or not, I feel like I'm in fucking underwater Disney World. [Not that he minds Disney World. It's just that he's pretty sure he's supposed to be, you know, dead.]