SCENARIO 002 [It's hard to say what kinds of shenanigans are intentional and which are just a matter of circumstance anymore. Dave is almost certain the sick angle they took on landing wasn't intentional, he's also pretty sure that being stuck here was also not intentional, but for all he knows it could be some sort of spirit quest that has been aligned by whoever the hell sends them to these places anyway.
What he does know for sure is that he probably shouldn't have wandered so far away from the ship, because he's not really sure where he came from. His eyes aren't really on the surface of the planet while he walks, so it should surprise nobody when he puts his foot on some less than even dirt and takes a casual slide down into a ditch.]
Shit. Shit. Shitshitshit. God damn it.
[That hurt. But he landed with style, for nobody to see. The ditch isn't going to be too difficult to work his way out of, but he's going to dwell here for a moment and try to piece his dignity back together.]
I'm too old, Chance. It's time to give up.
[He slumps back against the muddy side of the ditch. He's already covered in mud at rock bottom, he might as well quote corny 90s movies about old dogs.
While he's midway through his descent into eternal ditchdom, a little scene catches his eyes. Five tiny birds have regathered despite his tremendous fall. They're dong bird shit. Pecking the ground, tweeting, ruffling feathers and fighting over worms.
It only really gets interesting when a sweet, little rodent-like creature scurries forward to see what they're fighting about. With a few cocks of his head and twitches of his tail, the rodent has safely analysed the situation and decided on a conclusion. It promptly unhinges its jaw, revealing rows and rows of dagger-like teeth, and closes its mouth around all five birds. It's hard to say just how big the mouth is, but it doesn't seem to require any sort of chewing before it hinges the monstrous jaw back and resumes acting normal.
Dave can't help but let out a disgusted, confused and (quite frankly) horrified sound, drawing the rodent's attention to him. Dave doesn't need to see it do more than cock its tiny head before he's clawing his way out of the mud and dragging himself out of the ditch.]
I just want to clarify here, I'm not scared of you. I respect you. You've clearly got a thing going here, so I'm just going.. to.. go. [He says it carefully, reaching for a stray tree branch in case he needs to start swatting.
In doing so, he begins to notice more and more of the little rodents appearing on nearby branches and from under shrubbery and rocks.]
I'm out. [And he's running, taking off and flying As fast as he can. Not watching where he's going yet again. Turns out flying through a forest is hard if you don't want to get smacked in the face with branches.]
Dave Strider | Homestuck
[It's hard to say what kinds of shenanigans are intentional and which are just a matter of circumstance anymore. Dave is almost certain the sick angle they took on landing wasn't intentional, he's also pretty sure that being stuck here was also not intentional, but for all he knows it could be some sort of spirit quest that has been aligned by whoever the hell sends them to these places anyway.
What he does know for sure is that he probably shouldn't have wandered so far away from the ship, because he's not really sure where he came from. His eyes aren't really on the surface of the planet while he walks, so it should surprise nobody when he puts his foot on some less than even dirt and takes a casual slide down into a ditch.]
Shit. Shit. Shitshitshit. God damn it.
[That hurt. But he landed with style, for nobody to see. The ditch isn't going to be too difficult to work his way out of, but he's going to dwell here for a moment and try to piece his dignity back together.]
I'm too old, Chance. It's time to give up.
[He slumps back against the muddy side of the ditch. He's already covered in mud at rock bottom, he might as well quote corny 90s movies about old dogs.
While he's midway through his descent into eternal ditchdom, a little scene catches his eyes. Five tiny birds have regathered despite his tremendous fall. They're dong bird shit. Pecking the ground, tweeting, ruffling feathers and fighting over worms.
It only really gets interesting when a sweet, little rodent-like creature scurries forward to see what they're fighting about. With a few cocks of his head and twitches of his tail, the rodent has safely analysed the situation and decided on a conclusion. It promptly unhinges its jaw, revealing rows and rows of dagger-like teeth, and closes its mouth around all five birds. It's hard to say just how big the mouth is, but it doesn't seem to require any sort of chewing before it hinges the monstrous jaw back and resumes acting normal.
Dave can't help but let out a disgusted, confused and (quite frankly) horrified sound, drawing the rodent's attention to him. Dave doesn't need to see it do more than cock its tiny head before he's clawing his way out of the mud and dragging himself out of the ditch.]
I just want to clarify here, I'm not scared of you. I respect you. You've clearly got a thing going here, so I'm just going.. to.. go. [He says it carefully, reaching for a stray tree branch in case he needs to start swatting.
In doing so, he begins to notice more and more of the little rodents appearing on nearby branches and from under shrubbery and rocks.]
I'm out. [And he's running, taking off and flying As fast as he can. Not watching where he's going yet again. Turns out flying through a forest is hard if you don't want to get smacked in the face with branches.]