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[parodeity]

DAVE STRIDER

consider this your warning about stairs. itll just keep happening bro. im telling you man

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[parodeity]

[ doing things based on instinct and intuition is the advice of a time player. it's also the advice of a kid who got thrown off a roof to learn how not to have that be a thing.

still, dave lets himself rise after john does, still neutral-faced. ]

...Wonder if you can handle altitudes.

[windeity]

[He's flying higher and higher, not picking up speed but mostly allowing himself to ascend straight up with Dave following after him.]

How high are you thinking?

[parodeity]

[ of course there are city limits, but they're impossible to acknowledge. dave picks what he picked the first time he got asked that question in this lifetime: ]

Ever wanted to touch a cloud?

[windeity]

[His eyes widen a bit.]

Fuck yes. Can we do that? Like right now?

[parodeity]

S'the first thing I ever wanted to do. It'd figure we're stupid similar in the dumb ways. [ but he doesn't meant it in a bad way. ] Let's see how high your lungs hold up.

[windeity]

I mean, you are my best friend for a reason. [And he zips up a little higher.] If my aspect is air it should be pretty high. Come on! [And off he goes up, up, and away, suddenly dashing up a good fifty feet with a laugh.]

[parodeity]

It doesn't have anythin' to do with aspects - [ but yeah, okay. dave pulls his hands out of his pockets and follows at a more sedate pace. he should start wearing his god tier shit for this; he doesn't really remember getting cold in them, ever. ]

[windeity]

Does it have to do with us being gods in general? [This is shouted down at Dave as he continues flying higher above his head. He finds himself at a decent pace eventually to even out but he's also testing his range to fly side from side as they get closer and closer to the clouds and the city grows smaller below them.]

[parodeity]

[ dave doesn't bother to close the distance; he stays within about ten feet of john at all times so he's within range to do something if john loses control, but otherwise lets himself drift. he's...probably a bit more graceful about this than his counterpart, but whatever. ]

It's one of the god tier perks, yeah.

[windeity]

[He twirls upward in a cyclone sort of motion, flipping himself upside down to get a better look at Dave.]

So we can fly, we have our aspect powers, and we have neat pajamas. Any other perks I should know about?

[parodeity]

You don't know already?

[ it's one of those questions he's uncertain about answering.

just or heroic?

there's just no way the concept won't trigger something, and conditional immortality means death. for them, anyway. ]

[windeity]

I mean...I can guess. [He remembers everyone else being dead. But he remembers coming back to life.

...a subject change.] How far do you think we could really go? Enough past the clouds?

[parodeity]

Can you? [ just or heroic and he waits to see if john says it, even though john flipped subjects.

dave looks up and shrugs, moonlight reflecting off his shades. he's never thought about going much further past the clouds than...

well, not that far. which is maybe strange, when he actually likes space. ]

As high as you want, though, John. I'll follow you wherever.

[windeity]

Yeah. [But he's still ignoring it because he doesn't want to think about dead Daves. Or dead anyones. Instead he floats higher as the wind settles around him and the temperature drops further.]

What if I end up leading you somewhere you don't want to go? Would you still follow me?

[parodeity]

Yes.

[ it's an instant answer, no thought required. ]

Where you are is where I want to be usually anyway. [ even though he's not exactly thrilled about the temperature dropping as they go higher, and his already pale skin is a little paler. ]

[windeity]

[And like earlier that morning at the waffle house, he's quiet as he looks at Dave again. He doesn't fly much higher, staying midair as he watches him carefully and contemplates to say. He won't make them stay up here long and he realizes this was a little rash, and Dave followed him without argument.]

...to the clouds and the stars, Strider. [But he doesn't move as he waits for Dave to catch up.]

[parodeity]

Did you know people are made of stardust? Like, it ain't just a cliche these days, they proved it with a study. Humans and the galaxy share about ninety-seven percent of the same kind of atoms. Like, the proportions are different. We're about sixty-five percent oxygen via mass but oxygen is like less than one percent what you find in space.

[ but yeah, he's catching up as he speaks, fairly quiet, rambling like he does to fill the silence. ]

Still. Stardust.

[windeity]

[He listens to Dave's voice draw closer and closer, taking in the words as he goes.

"You say very romantic things sometimes, Johnathan. I think without realizing it. Did you know that?"

He had said no because he didn't realize it. He wonders if this is what Ayano meant, words that were strangely sweet and poetic without trying. He wonders if, maybe, this was the same way she viewed him when he said stupid things.]

I never knew. I think that is pretty cool though. [Dave catches up and John waits, giving him another appraising look before he extends a hand.] So...in a way, it is sort of like being among other people. Being up here.

[parodeity]

[ oh. okay. dave stares for a second, expression unchanging, before he reaches out and puts his (cold) hand in john's. ]

Maybe. I always found the stars pretty comforting, even if some of 'em are already long gone. [ then, at random: ] What's your north star?

[windeity]

[It's partially to keep Dave close by in case he does suddenly lose control of his flight but also to get a gauge of Dave himself, where he's at mentally, how cold he is physically. John could go on forever, he thinks, but knowing Dave would follow means not doing that.

Up further toward the cloud they go. Almost there.]

Somehow I figured given the places you have gone. [A night on the roof of the observatory.] What do you mean though? About north stars.

[parodeity]

Polaris, [ dave answers. ] It's the brightest star in its constellation. It's a fixed point - well, not exactly but it will be for our lifetimes - and you can chart where you are from it. So, John Egbert, what's your north star? The one you navigate by.

[windeity]

[It feels weirdly like a test and he's unsure how to answer as he flies upward, pulling Dave along with him as always.]

Do you think there can only be one north star?

[parodeity]

No, but I think there's always one thing people use more than anythin' else.

[ ironically, this one isn't a test. ]

[windeity]

If we are talking real stars, I follow Sirius. But metaphorical stars...my north star is different.

[parodeity]

We're talkin' metaphorical. So what's your poison, Egbert?