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thearena2014-12-08 01:02 am
shenunigans) wrote in thearena2014-12-08 01:02 am
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falling out of my head [open]
WHO| Dave Strider and many copies of Dave.
WHAT| Dave has his time powers make, which means he can create copies of himself and send them on missions.
WHEN| After the beginning of the Arena and any point after.
WHERE| Literally anywhere you are, it is possible for him to be anywhere.
WARNINGS| Nah.
For a long time it's felt as if there was a disconnect in Dave in a way that was hard to put his finger on. The beginning of the Arena brings about a feeling like a switch has been flicked, the WiFi password has been entered and he's back online. His sense of time is back, his powers are back. He can fly, he has his flash-forward speed, he doesn't need to eat or sleep and oxygen ain't no thing. Most importantly of all, he has powers. Time powers. He didn't dare fuck with them the last time he'd had them back, because as if he wouldn't make things worse. He's still tentative on it now as far as skipping ahead goes, because if everything crumbles because of shoddy time leaping goes he won't forgive himself. There are some things, at least, that he's willing to play with.
In an Arena, it's impossible to be everywhere at once. Or at least, it was. Dave has a lot of people to look out for and a lot of things to check up on. There's ground he needs to cover, so it doesn't take him long before he decides to bring a few copies into the fray. He decides that anything over ten is excessive, so he starts with five.
It's possible to see Dave, standing in front of five copies of himself with his arms folded over his chest. "We look like fucking bananas." He tells them, and they nod in agreement, all dressed in their snug, yellow spacesuits. He's bringing new meaning to the idea of talking to himself, but eventually he'll send them on their way. Sometimes they'll travel in pairs and anyone could see two of them walking alongside one another while they look for familiar faces and explore the depths of the Arena. The number of Daves wandering around increases as Dave becomes more desperate to find people, less inclined to go this alone and a little afraid of losing people before he's even found them.
Occasionally they'll say fuck walking and float and they won't miss a chance to call out to someone from one end of a passageway only to pop out at the other end.
At least someone is having fun, right?
WHAT| Dave has his time powers make, which means he can create copies of himself and send them on missions.
WHEN| After the beginning of the Arena and any point after.
WHERE| Literally anywhere you are, it is possible for him to be anywhere.
WARNINGS| Nah.
For a long time it's felt as if there was a disconnect in Dave in a way that was hard to put his finger on. The beginning of the Arena brings about a feeling like a switch has been flicked, the WiFi password has been entered and he's back online. His sense of time is back, his powers are back. He can fly, he has his flash-forward speed, he doesn't need to eat or sleep and oxygen ain't no thing. Most importantly of all, he has powers. Time powers. He didn't dare fuck with them the last time he'd had them back, because as if he wouldn't make things worse. He's still tentative on it now as far as skipping ahead goes, because if everything crumbles because of shoddy time leaping goes he won't forgive himself. There are some things, at least, that he's willing to play with.
In an Arena, it's impossible to be everywhere at once. Or at least, it was. Dave has a lot of people to look out for and a lot of things to check up on. There's ground he needs to cover, so it doesn't take him long before he decides to bring a few copies into the fray. He decides that anything over ten is excessive, so he starts with five.
It's possible to see Dave, standing in front of five copies of himself with his arms folded over his chest. "We look like fucking bananas." He tells them, and they nod in agreement, all dressed in their snug, yellow spacesuits. He's bringing new meaning to the idea of talking to himself, but eventually he'll send them on their way. Sometimes they'll travel in pairs and anyone could see two of them walking alongside one another while they look for familiar faces and explore the depths of the Arena. The number of Daves wandering around increases as Dave becomes more desperate to find people, less inclined to go this alone and a little afraid of losing people before he's even found them.
Occasionally they'll say fuck walking and float and they won't miss a chance to call out to someone from one end of a passageway only to pop out at the other end.
At least someone is having fun, right?