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[personal profile] realslimstrider 2013-11-25 08:18 am (UTC)(link)
What's it like being an orange flying piece of trash? Boring? No, it's very...aimless. Birds swirl around Rose in a flood of colorful wings and vibrant song. The hurricane they create never touches her, she's in the eye of the storm. When they vanish Davesprite is there glowing in the light with an impassive expression on his face.

He unfurls his wings and stretches them towards the sky. Older and wiser, he still works his jaw because he doesn't know what to say. How's life seems rude and pretty...terrible.

He knows who she is. He could never forget his timeline's Rose. "Look at that, a bunch of feathery assholes breezed through and didn't crap on you once. This is the kind of magic I make-" He presses his lips together and his tail lashes on the ground. "Hey."
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[personal profile] seeringlight 2013-11-25 08:34 am (UTC)(link)
She looks above her and watches them before they leave and in replace is a familiar yet not so familiar face.

Despite everything, she smiles. She knows who he is and the familiar face was honestly nice and comforting. She reaches up to touch the feathers on his wings with curiosity before looking at him directly. "What a turn of events. Hello, Dave. I see that you've tried for a more cheerful color. I think it's quite fitting, even if I think I will miss the ridiculous red you used to sport."
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[personal profile] realslimstrider 2013-11-25 09:53 am (UTC)(link)
"What can I say?" He shrugs. His feathers rustle with the movement of his shoulders as he sighs. "When you turn bird, gotta be eye catching. It's part of the deal." Red is for regular Dave. "How else am I supposed to like those little fairies and go hey dude hey dude you gotta go do this and don't forget this quest yeah okay ignore me."

The birds return in two waves that flow on either side of them. He doesn't look up. They've been following him since he arrived and he doesn't mind it as much as he thought he would. "Now the part that's annoying? No legs. I'm a big damn seahorse when I don't float along like some spectral ghost."
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[personal profile] seeringlight 2013-11-30 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know. Perhaps you will make yourself enticing with your lovable personality and good looks. It's not like you're much of a fairy. I don't really see the heavy doses of dust and sparkles that would surely get caught in everyone's lungs." She just smiles a bit.

"It does save a lot of knitting time. One ghost tail sock versus two human socks. You'll never have to worry about losing a pair ever again."