discedo | ≈ first breath; voice

[Static starts across the voice feed, followed by some mumbling. It seems someone accidentally clicked it on while they were fiddling with the device.]

Dude, do you remember alchemizing these? I don't remember anything like this in my sylladex... Man, speaking of, where is my sylladex?

Why are you asking me? My sylladex launched my sword into the closest tree it could find. Do you know how much of a pain in the ass it was to yank it out with a broken foot? Thanks by the way. I really wanted my toes to get touchy with your hammer. You don't even know. I'm going to get some heinous infection all up in this shit and you're going to have to amputate my foot to save my life or something. Except I refuse, but then we'll get attacked by a swarm of who the fuck even knows and tragically take them down, going down with them. You'll weep over my bloodied corpse. Why Dave? How could you leave me? You were the only bro I could have ever had such a rad bromance with. Now I have nothing. Sweet delicious tears. [Yeah, Dave has no idea where he's going with this too.]

[There's a snort and laughter from the other voice, and even without seeing it's pretty obvious someone is rolling their eyes.]

That didn't even make sense, Dave! But I guess I am sorry that the princess got his foot broken by a hammer that is not even that heavy. Can you ever forgive me?

I take offense to that. How dare you not keep my fragile, maiden tendencies to heart. I have a very delicate complexion going on. But I'll forgive you because I love you. Seriously though, where the fuck are we? I'm two years too early to be wherever we're supposed to be. Fuck if I know. Everything is kind of vague and I think I stopped giving a shit or two since nearly being a victim of trashy novels involving foursomes.

[There's a rustle of fabric. Dave had plopped down next to John, even if you can't see it.] What are you doing?

I am trying to figure out how this thing works. And I am pretty sure I am three years too early to be at the new session. Jade said it would take that long and I just sent you guys that letter. And isn't it kinda weird that we are the only ones here?

[There's more rustling as John fiddles with the functions, turning the communicator over in his hand.] Whoa! I think this thing is on.

Oh my god. You didn't get to see Karkat freak out. It was like the most embarrassing thing. You literally nailed him in the face and he had some major mental breakdown and everything.

Oh shit really? Ok. That's cool I guess. Ask someone where we are. Also if they have a can opener.

Haha, oh man, really? That sounds like something worth seeing! Ok, ok, uhh... Hello? Can anyone hear us? [He's not going to ask your dumb question about the can opener, Dave.]

[ooc| john is in blue, dave is in red!]

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I'm fairly certain you need super powers to be a super hero, so no, I'm not a super hero. But yes, I am the Doctor! It's very nice to meet you, Dave.

I see. That's terrible, do you need any help?

Hey. What about Batman and all the other superheroes that play for us normal guys. Don't need super powers. If I wanted to be a superhero, god damn, I will be a super hero. Good thing I don't want to be one.

Naw. I didn't have too much. Half a sword, my timetables that don't work anymore, and a can. I thought I had more on me, but I guess not.

I suppose you're right! I don't think I'd make a very good super hero, though.

Well, that's good. Did your timetables break upon arrival? It happened to me as well. Completely smashed my sonic screwdriver, worried River half to death...

They didn't really break so much not work. But I think that's because I can't access any of my powers anymore.

Not that I was interested in playing temporal shenanigans in a place I've basically only been in for less than an hour. So right now they're just these useless circles I get to carry around until I can do the timey wimey shit again.

Timey-wimey, you say? Are you a time traveler as well, then?

As well? You do the whole travel through time thing too then?

And here I thought no one else would know how it feels to never be able to properly tell the time without an actual clock. Someone who understands.

Oh yes! For a while now, actually.

Yes, it is rather difficult, being alone. It gets better, though.

Sounds like you've been at it much longer than I have. Not that it's all that surprising. I mean, who gives a thirteen year-old, fourteen now thank you very much, the ability to travel time?

A shitty game that's what.

Naw, I'm totally chill with it. I hate to see my friends try and do what I've done. [And he doesn't want to talk about what that is either.]

Oh, I don't know, my first time was around your age, give or take a few years. Been a while, don't quite remember, but I do remember it being quite exhilarating.

I can understand that.

I'm getting the feeling that our version of time traveling are incredibly different. [It's kind of cool, but he can't really recall it being incredibly fun. Just that as long as he makes them stable, he doesn't have to worry about finding one of his dead bodies lying around.]

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