MINGLE TO YOUR HEART'S CONTENT

[these_balls]

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: November 25 - 27
Summary: GET IN HERE AND MINGLE
Rating: BUT PLEASE MARK YOUR THREAD CONTENT ACCORDINGLY
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[ollieoutie]

[He leans on his sword and watches her as she talks with an unwavering stare from behind his shades. He's old, the blond hair more white and silver and he has the built one sees on fencers with the added definition of any fit man past their twenties.

His brows come down and furrow from the information presented. It's nothing new to him and yet it puts some pieces together. Dave's flat expression shifts subtly, into a small frown.]

So Ectobiology and time shenanigans.

[He has the sense she's telling the truth just like running parallel to that is the sense they were never meant to meet. A timeline is going awry and he can't see the end of the encounter. Scary.]

She won't go quietly. You got to know that much. [It's a sllight admission. He judged quickly (as was necessary) and now eases from his tense stance into something fairly casual.] Anyway.

Why don't you tell me about this devil beast of a dog. Sounds like a certain cat that causes no end of shit.

[spacecase]

Of course I know that, s--[Jade he is not the Dave you know, don't call him silly. She shuts her mouth with a visible click of her teeth, then clears her throat.]

She's a tough batterbitch, that's for sure.

[As for her own version of a devilbeast, she tilts her head at him in the confused dog fashion over hearing that his version of Bec (might not even be named Bec at all) is a cat.]

Bec lived with me on the island and took care of me after my grandpa died, he is--was a first guardian and so had all sorts of weird teleporty powers fueled by the green sun. I'm guessing this cat's the same way, except it is not probably tied to anyone in particular. [Cats are flighty shits like that. Grrrr, cats.

Jade no stop thinking about cats.]

[ollieoutie]

[It's all things he knows. Dave sighs and his sword is returned to his sylladex with a brief flash. He glances at the creatures with him and shrugs.]

You can stop there. It doesn't matter to me anymore. [He is a dead man and he's fine with that. The rest is up to the kids.]

You can do this old dude a favor and tell me why we're here. Just to tie up the loose ends. Shit like that is important to do. Remember that. [He pats the fire unicorn after cautiously holding a hand out to see if the fire would hurt him. It doesn't.]

[spacecase]

I gotcha.

[Ah, death, the staple of any universe. Especially being unexpectedly revived in any universe.]

I'm not sure, actually. I can tell you what I suspect, but I can't tell you the "why" of what we're doing here. My theory is that this is another game that we have been thrown into, but "why" has not become clear to me, there seems to be no ultimate objective that's particularly compelling besides the thrill of collecting Pokemon and proving you can battle them against others effectively. It's unclear who the "hero" of the story is as well, since so many people have been brought in from their own worlds.

Right now, it's just looking like a bunch of horseshit as far as an ultimate "why." Just a nice little diversion until we are thrown back into reality, I guess.