driftfleet | first one to make that doctor who joke loses

Maybe [and Davesprite lifts his shoulders in a shrug] it was a joke.

[Haa, haha, haa ha, haa haa, right?

Doesn't really do much for the fact that he sounds unhappy af, though.]

Come on, we can buy you a Bedazzler and you can go to town on your mask. Somewhere else.

[ They're pretty bad at telling jokes, obviously. Isaac shoves his hands into his pockets, his shoulders tense. ]

Yeah, no thanks. Keep the bedazzler to yourself.

[ One of the war games starts up on the street just behind them, a crowd gathering. ] Let's go already. Maybe we can find food or something. I don't like this place.

[Davesprite immediately glances behind them, alert, and it takes no prompting to get him moving in the opposite direction. Birdboy wants nothing to do with the war games if he can help it.]

Probably isn't anything alive enough for non-jelly foods.

[It's a weak grouse as he readjusts his respirator; the thing is not exactly comfortable, even if it's one of the less obtrusive models.]

Even more reason not to like it. Figures they'd let us out on a moon that's fuckin' pestilence incarnate.

Yeah, don't remind me.

[ Isaac nods his head to another street, turning down it to try and avoid the fight behind them. ] Yeah, one big happy family of space abductees left on some reeking moon. [ Maybe that was why he felt odd? An alien full moon? Does it work like that?

He's not even aware of how the streets begin to liven up, becoming more populated around them as they walk. ] Pretty sure I saw something that was definitely still alive being served 'raw'. I don't really like my food screaming and all. That and pretty sure anything exposed to this place is like... toxic, or something. [ It's called pollution, Isaac. Plz. ]

Edited 2016-04-08 05:23 (UTC)

[Davesprite notices, but Davesprite has been hypervigilant from almost the moment he set foot on the moon. He pockets and unpockets his hands, scanning the street.]

No shit. You're saying they got us done up like we ought to be thrown back into a fallout shelter for a reason?

[He absently circles around to Isaac's other side, half his attention still behind them.]

Maybe we should head back inside.

Is anything here done for a reason? Pretty sure we were kidnapped and thrown in space just because. We're all just so happy to be here.

[ He shrugs, both tense and ambivalent at the same time. Is this moon always so busy? It doesn't help that there are people in masks everywhere -- not creepy at all. ]

We'll never get through if we wait. The ship's up that way. [ But even Isaac is noticing how the streets are filling up again. What kind of timer is this place on, anyway? ] Or not. I just want to get out of this place already.

Which is what I was suggesting earlier, but you were too busy being an asshat.

[It's sullen in the most resigned way and Davesprite sidesteps to avoid someone else in the street, ducking his head to fix his mask again.]

I just wanna get this tacky piece of garbage off my face.

Yeah, I'm sorry, okay? This place is just weird. Just tired, it's messing with my head or something.

[ He says with a shake of the head. He glances warily around him after, though, too aware of the people on the street. ]

But yeah, I'm pretty tired of this thing, too. [ He gestures idly to the mask. ]

Worst thing you think could happen if we take 'em off.

[His sense of humor is a little darker than usual. He turns and takes a few steps backwards, to properly look at the war game behind them; it's fucking loud, whatever's going on. Hard to tell with the crowd (which he guesses explains the surge in people around them).]

You think it's your werewolf shit?

I'll sprout wings and you'll get a tail or something.

[ He's not exactly trying hard, and he doesn't want to think about what would happen. Better not to entertain dark thoughts when he's feeling gross, right? ]

No, it's not even close to a full moon, why that do anything? [ ... not the brightest crayon. Sorry, Davesprite. ]

[That makes Davesprite shoot Isaac a look, maybe unintentionally leaning around to inspect some werewolf's ass.]

Hold up, do you actually have a tail?

[They can talk about moons later.]

[ Isaac makes a face at him. ]

Do I look like I have a tail? Ears? Seriously, dude.

[ come on, bird bff, who even are you right now. ]

[Davesprite shrugs. He can't make a face back because that's easier said than done when almost all of it is covered by sunglasses or a mask.]

Did I ask about ears. I don't know, man, maybe you were trying to hide it. My kidbro tried to hide his when he got cattified and chased me up a tree.

[He makes a vague gesture with his hands, backing into someone behind him.] Sorry.

[ Isaac at least has his eyes and eyebrow to help him make a face. What can he say, he's expressive ]

Yeah, no, not trying to hide anything. You've seen me wolf out. I watched a werewolf movie with you while looking like that, okay. No ears. No tail. [ A beat, then: ] Your bother was cattified?

[ Where are all of these people coming from? Even Isaac is starting to feel a little cramped, brushing shoulders here and there as he walks. ]

[He refuses to drop Isaac's weird wolf condition just yet. Maybe they'll discuss Dirk's freaky feline incident after that.]

You definitely had shit going on with your ears, bro. It was some twisted elf fuckery; kind of gross, actually, these like. Nasty, naked bat ears.

Better to hear you with. Or something.

[ he's not really sure why they have to look the way they do when they transform, but nothing is normal in Beacon Hills. ] Like your wings aren't gross? I think there are feathers everywhere.

[There is no way Davesprite didn't roll his eyes from the way his head moves.]

I'd say nice try, but that burn was so weak it doesn't even deserve to be called a burn. More like you splashed me with some lukewarm water? Not even that.

How have you not been punched before? Seriously you say things sometimes -- you really should have been punched by now.

[ He only halfway means it, but for real, for the verbal barbs they throw, it's amazing they haven't been in more fights. ]

I'll spare you this time, I guess. Pretty embarrassing, getting punched by a werewolf. You'd never survive.

Right. I'm terrified. Shaking on the spot, in case that wasn't obvious.

[It is not obvious. In fact, it's safe to assume he's being sarcastic.

He'd give Isaac a shove, but this moon has been all kinds of weird already. The last thing he needs is for someone to think he needs a few rounds of remedial chess.]

I'm quivering like a sludge bubble in a polluted puddle. Look, there's one right now. [He points.]

Probably shouldn't point. I think it's the sign of a challenge here or something.

[ He's making it up, but there are enough people crammed in around them now that one is bound to take offense and make an ass out of themselves. ]

Especially since you're calling people sludge bubbles. Gross. [ He gives a one shouldered shrug. ] I always knew you were a polluted sludge bubble anyway. Go be with your people. Davesprite.

I'll point wherever I goddamn want.

[Don't dad him, Isaac. But at least it isn't as bad as Pokémon...stepping in front of someone is the worst battle prompt ever. Even if it looks like someone is considering it, just outside Davesprite's peripheral vision.]

Anyway, normally that would mean I need to introduce you face-first to a sludge puddle [big difference between it and a bubble!!!], but that might end up counting as accidental manslaughter. Or something.

[Davesprite isn't sure what kind toxin levels they're looking at here. It's also just kind of gross.]

[ Isaac wouldn't know how to actively dad anyone. It's not like he had a model dad to learn from. ;o; ]

Is it accidental if you meant to shove me face first into a toxic puddle? I think that counts as pre-meditated murder, actually.

[ Isaac is idly aware of the people around them, but definitely not of the dude that practically steps out in front of them, unawares that they were in the walking space before. Damn those Jr. Trainers! Isaac practically falls sideways trying to avoid him. ]

How many people live on this moon? Jeez.

Pre-meditated murder means you need to actually intend to kill someone before you do it.

[He rolls his eyes again and only narrowly manages to dodge the opposite direction, taking his cue as soon as he sees Isaac move. But he still bumps into someone else for his trouble; an alien perusing a stall, specifically, who Davesprite has only half-faced when something—not a hand, that is definitely not a hand—grabs him by the shoulder and forcibly turns him around.]

Uh—

[The alien says something—several somethings—that Davesprite doesn't understand. In fact, there's a second or two where he just stares blankly at the guy (girl???), until he realizes what's about to happen. Not quickly enough to dislodge the weird claw on his shoulder and duck, but enough to angle his head so his shades don't take the hit when the alien sucker punches him right in the fucking face.]

[ Isaac has an apology half out of is mouth when he sees the alien's hand swing. He watches it in slow motion, in a way, unsure of how they went from walking down the street to Davesprite being punched in the face. A strange sort of anger rises up from his belly where it's been waiting, into his chest, filling it with pressure.

He goes from looking like a normal boy to werewolf very quickly, and wastes no time in reaching out to grip the alien's arm, his own claws extended, his fangs bared. The sound that comes out of him isn't human, either. It's feral and raw. ]

I don't think that's a good idea. [ He removes the alien's hand from his friend's shoulder and shoves the large creature backward, enough to make it look like the Alien simply lost his balance. But the energy coming off of Isaac isn't just protective and offended, no. But the look on his face borders on murderous. He squares his shoulders, leaving a healthy distance between him and the fallen alien, almost like a challenge, a taunt. ]

Are you okay? [ It's quiet, almost inaudible. He's trying to focus on his breathing before he does lose control completely, before he blinks and he's killed half the people here. ]

What the fuck.

[Davesprite clutches his face more out of astonishment than real, actual damage. All those rungs he climbed up his echeladder, hours wasted grinding for grist and exp, turned out to be worth something after all.

It's still pretty disorienting, though, to get fucking struck in the face and not be able to cushion the blow by moving with it. He staggers a couple steps when the alien lets him go, not quite comprehending what Isaac is doing, and his head snaps around warily at their sudden gaggle of spectators.

"Challenge wasn't for you!" someone calls to Isaac, but no one seems eager to intervene. Instead, they look more ready to set up a few bets. Fuckin' christ.]

Yeah, dude, I'm fine. [Davesprite gingerly probes at his cheek, even as he semi-anxiously hovers behind Isaac.] It's cool, no big deal.

Edited (fuckin english not distinguishing between multiple pronouns of the same gender in the same sentence) 2016-04-24 07:04 (UTC)

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