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[Video/Text] 06 Feathers

[The video isn't his fault. His SFC falls onto the floor and starts recording. There's only a flash of an orange wing and some orange ghost tail before...nothing. Just blue sky up on the island.

There's a long pause, as if the person is in a state of disbelief.]

Shit.

[He says this almost conversationally before an orange hand with deadly-looking nails reaches down, and turns off the feed.

A few hours later, the following messages are made:]

well
looks like were in some deep shit
dont think ive seen that woman in blue before
who the hell is she

[Private: Bro Strider and Dirk Strider]

back
not coming home for a while

[He's uncharacteristically curt about this.]

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[What.

What is this.

What is this bullshit.]

nope. no dice.

get your ass back to the apartment. right now. i just stocked up on like fifteen welcome back banners. and a cake.

[A pause, then more text.]

the city getting crushed in a tidal wave because the barriers wrecked is a legit excuse for not showing. but were not there yet.

you dont show down here, ill hunt you down up there.

Edited 2013-04-18 11:59 (UTC)

[This is what happens when he goes away for years by his reckoning.]

save it for dave then

ok yeah what the hell is up with that
the fuck did i miss

hell if i know. some kinda power failure.

and im not gonna ask you again.

good time to get on dry land then

and im going to keep giving you stalwart refusal

your funeral.

[Yes, he is grabbing his sword and Lil Cal so he can flashstep on over to the elevator. And yes, he will hunt Davesprite down on the island. If the sprite's not on the island, he'll go right back down into the bubble, but right now 'dry land' is his first guess.]

[Davesprite very much does not want to be found. He's a wreck emotionally and mentally and he damn well knows it. He also knows that Bro's good at reading him and can probably pick up on that, which he does not need or want at the moment.

So, yes, he's going to hide and turn this into a prolonged game of cat and mouse.]

[Not to worry, Davesprite. Bro may be fast, but playing hide and seek in a huge place like Vatheon is nothing like playing it in their old apartment building. It'll take him a while to search every nook and cranny, especially because places like the island are still relatively unfamiliar terrain to him.

He isn't about to surrender, though. After all he's been through these past two weeks, the last thing he needs is his sprite bro avoiding him.]

[Davesprite's also pretty determined. It'll take awhile before this kid is finally cornered. Hell knows he's had enough time to practice being an avoidant emo bird.]

[And it's the nest where Bro finally corners him. He's never seen Davesprite's 'home away from home' before, nor did he even know it existed. He sure did find out just now.

So he barges in, sword in one hand, Lil Cal in the other. He could've done it soundlessly if he wanted, but he figured he'd at least give Davesprite a fair chance and alert the little birdie of his presence a few seconds beforehand.

Tag, motherfucker. You're it.]

[No, he doesn't want to play anymore.

His own sword is in hand automatically the moment he hears Bro enter. It's a reflex that really didn't stop during the three years of being on the party boat. Davesprite is on-guard, though, just in case Bro's going to follow-up on what he'd said earlier.

This is kind of an awkward silence, too.]

[Bro fully intends to follow up. It's become pretty damn clear that words aren't getting through to Davesprite, so he's going to try the only other solution he can think of. Strifing. Lil Cal won't be joining in on this one; he gets to sit by the side and be the audience.

Heads up, Davesprite. Bro's coming straight at you with a mean horizontal swipe.]

[Davesprite doesn't bother parrying and instead moves forward, wings clamped tightly to his back, and into Bro's space for a thrust. Probably missing a few feathers for that. He's not aiming for vitals or to actually stab the guy, at least.]

Edited 2013-04-18 23:35 (UTC)

[Nice try, but Bro's fast as he's always been. He disappears from the spot before Davesprite's blade can touch him, instead moving to the other side of the room to try and attack the sprite from behind.

Still, even a few seconds into this strife, he can already tell fighting Davesprite isn't the same as fighting Dave. Hell, even fighting Dave as he is from Davesprite's time wouldn't be the same as fighting the Dave Bro knew. Sburb unlocked all sorts of powers in these two Daves that could have them surpass Bro.]

[Perhaps luckily for Bro, Davesprite doesn't intend to use any of his sprite bullshit in a strife with him. He wants to surpass him on pure skill alone and not because he has something nobody else has. Granted, he can't control the awesome regeneration stuff, but c'est la vie.

He parries this blow, feints to Bro's right before moving to try getting behind him for a slash.]

[Davesprite's successful in that move, but the slash is blocked by Bro turning sideways ever-so-slightly and slinging his blade back over this shoulder. Then he revolves on the spot all the way, attempting an upwards jab.

Strider strifes are always the same: Dodge, slash, block, slash, dodge, etc. They never aim to wound, only to best. That's why these strifes don't end until either combatant loses their footing and falls. Literally. Davesprite sure has the advantage there. Eventually, Bro will fall.]

[The advantages of being part ghost-bird.

Davesprite backs off by flying over him, the hit grazing his orange tail. He then attempts to shoulder into Bro's back to get him off balance. If he can do that, then he'll take a chance to go for his legs and force his brother down.]

[The shoulder connects, but Bro's one step ahead for the moment. Instead of staggering, he moves along with the momentum and allows himself to fall forward, catching himself with both hands before he truly hits the ground. His sword is now pinned to the ground as well, but not for long. He rolls sideways and is back on his feet in less than a second. Then he darts forward again, attempting to land a hit on Davesprite's wings.]

[His wings are the only body parts that he guards in a near panic. If there's one thing Davesprite doesn't ever want to suffer again, it's a wing injury. It took somewhere around a year to grow the one he lost back!

The blow is blocked almost ferociously, his mouth set in a grim line. Davesprite knows he can't possibly beat Bro in strength, so he makes sure to slide his blade out from under Bro's and dodge off to the side.]

[Bro pursues immediately, but he's not moving in for another direct assault. He's trying to move around Davesprite to head him off. The way he sees it, the sprite is 'bigger' than Dave. More body that can be targeted. If he constricts Davesprite's movement to a smaller space, he won't be able to dodge as easily. Uncomfortably close combat is the way to go.]

[Davesprite's actually getting a little miffed at this. If he can't beat Bro at this point, then there's no possible way he's good enough to go up against Jack Noir for round two.

But he's still got some tricks up his sleeves.

And by trick he means making a random note appear on Bro's face. He's hoping it'll take Bro off-guard long enough for Davesprite to smack him with one of his wings.]

[Whoah. Holy shit what. Bro freezes in his tracks immediately, his eyesight blocked and his mind a second too slow to process what just happened. Something's on his face- what the hell is on his face?!

He curses fluently and his hand shoots up to grab the note, but the moment of distraction is indeed long enough for Davesprite's wing to hit its mark. The harsh smack was unexpected and Bro finds himself losing his balance, but with one hand still clawing at the note, he can only attempt to catch himself with the hand holding the sword. He refuses to let go of the sword. Not after what happened last time.

Ultimately, he lands awkwardly on his upper arm and his knees, wasting no time to finally tear that note off and toss it across the nest.]

[Really, he'd laugh at the look on Bro's face if this was a better time for that.

Davesprite uses that moment to point the tip of his half-a-blade at Bro's spine, mostly as an indication to call a halt to the strife.]

I think I win, just this once.

[Much as he could just avoid the tip of Davesprite's blade and get up to continue the fight, he respects the rules of strifing. He hit the floor without a proper recovery momentum, so he lost. Simple as that. All he can do is grit his teeth and hang his head in bitter frustration. Davesprite got stronger, yes, yet he can't help but suspect that he himself got weaker too.]

Goddammit.

[The sword disappears back to where he'd had it. Davesprite doesn't look happy about the victory, just a little tired.

He backs off.]

I can't go back to the apartment, Bro.

[The moment that sword disappears, Bro's back on his feet. He's still pissed and his eyes won't be leaving Davesprite for one second, just in case the kid tries to run again.]

And why the hell not?

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