It...seemed like a good idea at the time.

[splinterself]

[So after getting the "Where is this, who are you, what is going on?" out of his system, Dirk Strider was purposefully and boldly exploring Mac Anu and was...kind of bemused by the fact that the city wasn't done up in purple and black.

...just saying.

He had ended up at the harbor and there he paused in his wan- purposeful exploring, as...you know what's incredibly distracting? Actually only having one self (at least for the time being) that he was aware of. Also the clothes. Also the fact that he still had no idea what the hell was going on, and, more importantly, what was happening with Roxy.

There was a certain irony in him spacing out just as badly as he did when he had multiple selves to juggle, one which was lost on the guy as he was spacing out, brooding.]

...

[Yeah, this was getting him nowhere. (And shit, the lack of purple really was throwing him off.) That was when he shook his head slightly, turned to the nearest person, and said:]

Hey.

[So verbose.]

Comments

Done and done.

[splinterself]

Yeah, sure. [This is Striderese for 'oh god yes yes yes we can have more wacky adventures together please come hang with me some more pleeeease.']

[hoperaider]

Where would you like to go? Or should we just mill about and talk? [Jake's social enough to fill that quota.]

[splinterself]

We might as well look around while we've got the chance. You got anything you need to get done?

[hoperaider]

No, there's nothing that demands my immediate attention. At least, nothing that I can think of. How about you?

[splinterself]

Nothing, really. The only thing I got on my to-do list is hanging with you. [Wait, that came out wrong.]

[hoperaider]

Oh, I warrant a spot on the Dirk Strider To-Do List? [He's teasing, he knows Dirk doesn't mean anything bad by it.]

[splinterself]

Top spot, bro, looks like you're the king who lords over the rest in a pompous and regal fashion. Wear the crown with pride. [Said with a straight face.



Hey, he's going to amble over towards the item shops.]

[hoperaider]

Haha, but what about your crown? You are a "prince" in our game, correct?

[Item shops, woo!]

[splinterself]

Yeah, god damned Prince of Heart right here. Apparently my title parses nearly as Destroyer of Souls, at least according to uranianUmbra. [There's some fabric over there. White cloth. It's giving him a vague idea which he'll brood upon and then, perhaps, bring to fruition at a later date.]

[hoperaider]

Sheesh, what a title! Though, I think it fits you, when you don't put it down as "Destroyer of Souls." Honestly, I can't say for certain what it means to be a Page of Hope if Heart translates as a person's soul.

[Jake's more looking through the foods to get an idea of what meals may be like.]

[splinterself]

Suits me? It's supposed to, all of our titles reflect who we are in some fashion. That being said,

[Turn. Stare.]

How the hell do I make you think of a 'Prince of Heart'? [Visions of UU's artwork may be dancing through his head right now.]

[hoperaider]

Fair enough.

[Jake chuckles and grins.]

Isn't it obvious? You've always been looking out for us, even if you're not physically there. Not to mention you've just got an air of a princely person, so there's the Prince part of it! [He tilts his head.] As for Heart...well, I think it's as plain as the nose on my face that you care about us. But maybe it's something you're supposed to go on some spiritual journey about? I mean, I know you don't like to show what you're thinking and feeling, but maybe the title is supposed to help you think about what "heart" means to you?

[He shrugs. Is it complete bullshit? Or is Jake's subconscious actually giving him real good knowledge to go off of? Who knows!]

[splinterself]

[Mouth swings open.

...mouth swings shut. Holy fucking shitmonkeys, Jake. Warn a guy when you're about to lay on something like that.]

So then, what about your own title? Any thoughts on what Page of Hope means for you? [And he's about to poke Jake in the chest as he said you but thought better of it. Ah. Yeah.]

[hoperaider]

[He's embarrassed.]

What was that look for?

[Jake has to think about that one.]

I don't know, really. I mean, you can look at a page in a number of different ways. You could take a Tarot meaning approach or look at it as a low ranking knight. I'm not sure what "hope" would mean in the context of Sburb. But perhaps that's what I'm supposed to find out by playing! [He smiles at him.] What do you think it means?

[splinterself]

Hard to say. [Shrug.] If you want to get technical, hope means 'the feeling that events will turn out for the best' or 'a person or thing that expectations are centered on.' Your bayonet is your last hope from dying in a dungeon. You hope I won't turn around and ditch you and...no, I'm not planning on it. [Smirk.] Sorry.

Or if you want to play with synonyms, you've got shit like faith, dream, desire...anything you've been wanting lately, English? If you got anything you can tell me, you know. I won't judge.

[hoperaider]

Ditch me? The thought never even crossed my mind!

Hah, the same courtesy extends to you, as well, Dirk.

[He taps his chin, thinking.]

Well, perhaps it is centered on me for our group, sort of like a safeguard against despair or hopelessness? [Pause.] Hm, that sounds rather pretentious of me. The whole thing just reminds me of the story of Pandora's Box.

[splinterself]

So you're seriously saying that you never even once considered that I might just abscond the fuck off right now, leaving you stuck at the bottom of that box with nothing but some by-product of yours truly for company? [As for the rest, he might've screwed up but it's a temporary setback and he's got everything under control in their session and nothing will go wrong, no, nothing at all. Why would they need a safeguard from disaster? It's not like there's going to be legit peril, like fire or shit.]

[hoperaider]

No, not once! [Rude, Dirk.]

[splinterself]

...you're serious, aren't you? [Dude.] You're actually fucking serious.

btw I'm currently checking out Paradisa and my sadistic side is beside herself with glee.

[hoperaider]

Of course I'm serious! Why wouldn't I be? I have more faith in you than that.

Oh? Tell me more. You got three guesses as to where I'm stuck and the first two don't count,

[splinterself]

I shouldn't be surprised. You're the guy who believed me when I said I was from the future, after all. But Jesus, you really never doubted me. [He's a little surprised, yeah.]</small€

Characters are required to lose something important to them upon entering the game.

[hoperaider]

[Jake tilts his head, frowning a little.]

I have no reason to doubt you. Why do you think I'm going to?

Oh! Yeah, that's why I never apped Genis there. Also, you shrew, you immortalized my HTML shame.

[splinterself]

...how long has it been since we seriously last talked?

lol Why, yes, yes I did. :3

[hoperaider]

I'm not exactly sure, actually. Why?

{OOC: It doesn't have to be a memory of an important person they have to lose, at least.}

You churlish hooligan.

[splinterself]

(OOC: And yeah, just in that case his mother figure and only family in the world had forgotten about him.

...did you know our prospective Vriska is a mod there?)

Exactly.