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Post by nintendonut1 on Nov 15, 2011 0:29:31 GMT -5
John: Let Yourself Wander
You thought it would take way longer to get back into the city. But then your awesome candle friend turned into a rocket and it was just great.
That left you with a lot of extra time on your hands. You didn’t know how long Nepeta was going to take with her “important business,” but you figured it wouldn’t hurt to linger before heading home. Wax had mentioned purchasing a device with which to communicate with you and your friends, and you remembered seeing a store with just the thing at the mall. You tell him about it and give him a wad of boondollars (which you had FINALLY sorted out, turns out you were loaded, what a shock) with which to go purchase one.
You disliked splitting up with him; he was a cool guy! But you had an even greater need to answer to. To just. Slow down. Wander around without a goal. Enjoy the gentle breezes and clear blue skies. It was a beautiful day outside, and you’d hate to waste it.
You remember seeing an expanse of green rolling hills in your earlier exploration, and upon touching down, you realize it’s a PARK. A VERY INTERESTING PARK with ERRATIC PORTALS. You can sort of predict where they end up, and actively avoid the areas with a higher concentration of them. You preferred to remain on this island, thank you very much. You’ve grown fond of it, really.
Still… no place, as inviting as it was, could ever replace home.
Memories like that often weigh you down, so you end up on a bench before you realize it. Then you sort of just start to space out. The pain has kind of numbed now, especially after the emotional diarrhea you had released days previous. Nowadays when you think back to simpler times, you sort of wander about in your think pan. Detachedly, you suspect hanging with trolls has affected your vocabulary. You dismiss the thought.
When you start to lose focus, your powers themselves start to wander about too. Not too harshly, just playful little breezes that dance in circles around you and tussle your hair a bit. Nothing too noticeable.
Not until those breezes blow a piece of stray paper into your face.
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Post by shiftyPotentate on Nov 15, 2011 8:56:04 GMT -5
The Breeze always knows where to take things. It is the trusted ally of parcel mistresses everywhere, at least on one planet orbiting a separate Skaia elsewhere in paradox space.
In this case, it has delivered a message intended for John. It is a small slip of paper, with a typewritten message.
"Dear Son,
If you are reading this, it can only mean you have truly mastered your destiny.
I know you will wield it with great responsibility. I am so proud of you."
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Post by nintendonut1 on Nov 15, 2011 13:02:17 GMT -5
Body freezes.
Lungs constrict.
Brain stops.
Heart leaps up into throat.
The simple note that means everything in the world flitters in your trembling hands. A thousand and one questions scamper through your mind at once, what, where, when, how, HOW, HOW.
The only physical movement you can fully process is to hug the note close to your chest, pretending you are hugging a person. A person that isn't a small piece of paper, but most certainly is the best dad in all the cosmos.
You return back to the question of how this is possible. Yes, yes, this was Dimensional Island, and many of your friends that had died returned, whether revived or from a different point in the timeline. And yet you still find this so hard to believe.
It might not have helped that you saw him die. In person. The finality of it was just... too great to ignore.
You catch yourself wondering if this was a trick. The possibilities of this world also guaranteed the presence of villains; maybe even villains vile enough to pull such a trick as giving you a note from your supposedly dead father. To get your hopes up and crush them back down.
Before you can further entertain this terrible thought, you hear your lunchmuffs beeping.
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Post by shiftyPotentate on Nov 15, 2011 20:34:08 GMT -5
Hours in the past...
... but not many.
A PARENTAL FIGURE roams the streets of Void City. He is dressed in a clean white shirt, tie, slacks, nicely polished shoes, and a plain and servicable hat.
The last thing he remembers is being slain at the hands of a Dersite agent, along with a REFINED WOMAN. Now he has awoken once more, separated from all.
But he knows. He knows he must not lose hope, he cannot allow himself to appear defeated. He is a father, and everything he does is for the good of his son and those he cares about.
What was his name again?
Enter name.
Your name is JAMES EGBERT. Though you prefer to be called DAD.
Your interests, though we cannot observe your room at this time, include GENTLEMANLY AFFECTS. These include your PIPE, HAT, and PDA, though the latter of which you seem to be without. Without these tools, YOU CAN HARDLY BE REFERRED TO AS A GENTLEMAN AT ALL.
You also like to bond with your son through PRACTICAL JAPERY. Though you generally enjoy the PRANKSTER'S GAMBIT on each exchange, you know sooner or later your son will surpass you, and that is what makes you proudest.
You decide to correct your lack of a PDA by venturing to an electronics store and purchasing a new one. You quickly sign on with your screen name, pipefan413, and discover that an application called PESTERCHUM installs itself. Evidently on your previous PDA, it had been installed and was recovering itself.
This is not a surprise at all, as you were aware that your son had taken it for use on his quest. The last person to sign in also pops up in the chumhandle field: ectoBiologist[/b][/size].
Not only that, it was currently signed in elsewhere. You decide to write a note.
Hours in the future...
That is, the present moment as we know it...
You make your own chumhandle (pipeFan[/size][/b][/color] of course) and add your son's handle to your chumroll, and send a few messages.
-- pipeFan [PF] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at ??:?? --
PF: Hello, John.
PF: I hope you have received my note.
PF: I entrusted the breeze - your breeze - to deliver it to you promptly. Has this occurred?[/size][/b]
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Post by nintendonut1 on Nov 15, 2011 23:42:44 GMT -5
John: Answer
You almost dread to check who's pestering you. Then you think about it and chuckle dumbly to yourself. Really, now, it could have been anyone, whether it be Nepeta reporting in with her business finished or lord knows anyone else! It couldn’t have possibly been—
pipeFan.[/size][/b][/color]
For a moment you forget how to breathe.
Then, for whatever reason, you choose to answer.
-- pipeFan [PF] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at ??:?? --
PF: Hello, John.
PF: I hope you have received my note.
PF: I entrusted the breeze - your breeze - to deliver it to you promptly. Has this occurred?
EB: i.
EB: yeah.
EB: i got it.
EB: it. it smells like your cologne.
EB: ………
EB: dad?
EB: dad is this really you?
EB: because.
EB: if this is some kind of prank, whoever you are, it's not funny.
EB: at all.[/size][/b]
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Post by shiftyPotentate on Nov 16, 2011 18:49:54 GMT -5
As Dad used the PDA, he heard a loud noise relatively nearby. He looked up in time to see that it had been a meteor crash. Which was strange, considering they weren't on Earth anymore, right?
Still, he knew of the significance of a meteor landing for him and his son. Curiously he approached it, and in the middle of the impact side sat a small white puppy.
It had a certain energy to it, and he knew that it would be worth his time to look after it. He tried to help the puppy out of the crater, and continued his conversation on the PDA.
EB: i.
EB: yeah.
EB: i got it.
EB: it. it smells like your cologne.
EB: ………
EB: dad?
EB: dad is this really you?
EB: because.
EB: if this is some kind of prank, whoever you are, it's not funny.
EB: at all.
PF: Son, I enjoy a good prank for all that it is worth.
PF: However, I would never think of toying with your emotions that way.
PF: That would just be cruel.
PF: A good prank is not one that the recipient cannot enjoy in retrospect.
PF: Yes, it is me.[/size]
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Post by nintendonut1 on Nov 16, 2011 23:28:11 GMT -5
God. GOD. That is exactly the kind of thing Dad would say too.
John brought a hand up and bumped his glasses up a bit as he rubbed the oncoming tears away with the heel of his palm. Sniffling, he took a moment to wait for his hands to stop shaking before he replied.
PF: Son, I enjoy a good prank for all that it is worth.
PF: However, I would never think of toying with your emotions that way.
PF: That would just be cruel.
PF: A good prank is not one that the recipient cannot enjoy in retrospect.
PF: Yes, it is me.
EB: wow.
EB: dad, i.
EB: i didn’t think i’d ever see you again.
EB: because i, i saw you die…
EB: …oops.
EB: oh god did you know that you--
EB: shit.
EB: fuck.
EB: um.
EB: nevermind that![/size]
John paused again for a 2x facepalm combo at his own idiocy. Stupid stupid STUPID!!!
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Post by tsifan on Nov 17, 2011 0:20:45 GMT -5
PUPPY: EXAMINE CRATER
The puppy was certainly a strange entity, confused looking about eyes closed as if seeking out the environment without even bothering to see. The CRATER had a STRANGE ATMOSPHERE to it, somewhat heavy yet strong and light. It wasn't enough to be bothering the STRANGE MAN approaching the white puppy.
Wrong move Dad.
The puppy felt the strength of the man's FATHERLY SCENTS to be strange and uncomforting as he felt this STRANGE MAN seemed to be a threat. Confused the pup was being helped out by the STRANGE MAN, but this MOTIVE wasn't taken as well as Dad may have thought. Flashing green, and in spazzish coloring scaled of that of a GREEN SUN, the father would see the outline of the puppy taking shape in space itself, as suddenly he would find himself encased within a RATHER HOMELY TREE.
The puppy was now out of the dangers of the STRANGE MAN, but once more alone and confused. Unaware of the act of protection he had done as he wandered around sniffing the RATHER LARGE METEOR SITE. His stomach grumbling he whimpered sitting down, not knowing what to do now.
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Post by shiftyPotentate on Nov 17, 2011 0:27:53 GMT -5
Dad did not expect that at all. One moment he was reaching to help the little pup, the next he was stuck up in a tree. He nearly lost his hold on the PDA but did struggle to get into a position he could talk again, creating a noticable break in his response.
He continued to try to free himself, having little luck. He was slightly more free than before but not much. He finally returned to his PDA, having been away from it for about three or four minutes.
EB: wow.
EB: dad, i.
EB: i didn’t think i’d ever see you again.
EB: because i, i saw you die…
EB: …oops.
EB: oh god did you know that you--
EB: shit.
EB: fuck.
EB: um.
EB: nevermind that!
PF: That's quite all right, John.
PF: Pardon my delayed response, I seem to be stuck in a tree.
PF: Current attempts to dislodge myself are ineffective at best.
PF: I did not expect this puppy to be able to bend the laws of space.[/size][/b]
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Post by nintendonut1 on Nov 17, 2011 0:57:11 GMT -5
After his fit of self-degradation, John waited for a response with baited breath. Had he upset his father? Did he leave? Did something happen to him? Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no.
He properly blinked at the response he eventually got. Well, um. That was… okay then? Instantly worry was replaced by confusion.
PF: That's quite all right, John.
PF: Pardon my delayed response, I seem to be stuck in a tree.
PF: Current attempts to dislodge myself are ineffective at best.
PF: I did not expect this puppy to be able to bend the laws of space.
EB: what.
EB: uhhhhhhh.
EB: oh… oh wait! i think i know what puppy you’re talking about!
EB: maybe.
EB: um, so.
EB: where are you?
EB: maybe i could… find you?
EB: and uh. help you out of that tree?[/size][/b]
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Post by tsifan on Nov 17, 2011 1:07:40 GMT -5
The first guardian puppy shortly stood up and look around, sniffing the breeze. The STRONG FATHERLY SCENTS still lurked around within the air of the area, and the puppy felt how strange the breeze was as he looked about for the STRANGE MAN unaware he had teleported him into a NEARBY TREE within the park.
Stomach growling again his ears lowered slightly displeased with such behaviour within his FLUFFY TUMMY where he also did desire RUBS as he loved them naturally. Sniffing the breeze once more, he could smell the strange scent of another person whom existed within this WEIRDASS PARK. Seeking out such person would be a pain however as he then turned his head. His FLUFFY TAIL looked like something of a FUN FRIEND as He chased such FUN FRIEND.
He was running in circles after his tail.
Dawww
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Post by shiftyPotentate on Nov 17, 2011 1:15:24 GMT -5
Looking down from his tree, Dad couldn't help but smile. The puppy was just innocently curious about what was going on. He didn't mean any harm, he was just startled.
He looked around. Evidently he was in a tree on the side of the city. A park was relatively close. He went to give this report to his son.
EB: um, so.
EB: where are you?
EB: maybe i could… find you?
EB: and uh. help you out of that tree?
PF: I appear to be in a tree near the edge of a city.
PF: I see a restaurant nearby, a mall in the distance, and a park about half a mile away.
PF: I hope that helps, as it is the most detailed report I can give.[/b][/tt]
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Post by nintendonut1 on Nov 17, 2011 1:51:41 GMT -5
John went rigid with a small gasp. That was close. That was really, really close. He couldn’t have possibly typed fast enough in his reply.
PF: I appear to be in a tree near the edge of a city.
PF: I see a restaurant nearby, a mall in the distance, and a park about half a mile away.
PF: I hope that helps, as it is the most detailed report I can give.
EB: oh gosh, oh man!
EB: i’m in the park right now!!!
EB: okay, okay. i think i can find you.
EB: sit tight!
EB: i’m coming dad!!!!!!!![/b][/tt]
The heir took off like a jet plane, toppling over the bench he was sitting on. Swiftly, he was high above the park, scanning the area mentioned. Between the park and the mall. Look for a classy businessman in a tree. Come on, come o—
John was easily taken aback by the huge crater he found in the region he was looking. For a moment, he froze even in his hovering, his face paling.
“Oh no. Oh god. Oh, no.” Whimpering a bit, trying hard not to wig out, John touched down, staggering as his landing was careless in his haste, and he called out frantically, “Dad! DAD!!!”
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Post by tsifan on Nov 17, 2011 2:33:24 GMT -5
The Puppy slowly ended his circles of entertainment as he huffed a little bit as he viewed his own tail noticing, it was not a friend but rather his own tail. Ears lowered again he looked up to the strange sky and the portals that filled around. Solice was filling the air, no one but himself and his lonely whimpers almost regretting the vanishment of the strange man.
An idea appeared.
Maybe the strange thingy that teleported that strange man, would teleport a new friend to him! He was set on this thought as he smiled then standing tall, the green electricity crackling as he concentrated. The space started to distort a little as he let out a little bit of a howl, as an outline appeared and spreaded out!
The outline was consuming the small radius, as it invited specific living creatures, only one other was around beside himself. Exposed to the outline they would find themselved dumped into a tree, the same homely tree. The puppy however fell and yelped as he found himself into blue and into darkness confused and lost, unable to understand the situation!
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Post by shiftyPotentate on Nov 17, 2011 2:40:08 GMT -5
Dad saw John's message and looked around to find him coming. Sure enough, he saw the blue-garbed heir hurrying toward him, and wanted to call out to him (to reassure him the meteor hadn't hurt him) when suddenly space seemed to hiccup again and then John was in the tree with him. (And something was in John's hood.
There they were, face to face. Father and son, reunited at long last. With a warm smile, Dad reached out and hugged his son, a strong but gentle one that told of a sympathetic ear and a reassuring pat, a hug that promised to make it all okay, and did.
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