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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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[windeity]

[There's a laugh that almost doesn't sound amused.] Why would we need to stop something like that? That almost sounds like a good idea. Maybe we're supposed to lead one?

[parodeity]

You wanna take over the world with me, babe? [ he's down oddly enough ]

[windeity]

Obviously. Who else? [This is Bad.] What would be your first order of business if we ruled the world?

[The wolf winds down a few paths and seems to be leading them to what looks like...a pile of stones.]

[parodeity]

Making you wear fewer shirts.

[ .....................

????????????? dave. ]

[windeity]

[He briefly flusters.] How would that help us take over the world?

[parodeity]

...Morale boost?

[windeity]

For you or me? I think you might be biased.

[parodeity]

Like you don't like me looking at you.

[windeity]

Of course I do but that's not going to help us. [They approach the pile of stones and the wolf woofs, nudging a rock with his nose and giving the two of them an expectant look. It appears to be stones piled high on a grave, but John's giving it a once-over.]

...think we're supposed to move everything?

[parodeity]

If by we you mean you. You're the one with shadowy wind powers.

[ shortcuts! ]

[windeity]

[An eyeroll.] You could pretend to help? You have superspeed here, not me. [But he's already starting to move one of the stones, and as he does so a loud, flat musical note plays from somewhere. Like a tuba.]

[parodeity]

Oh, ew. Someone needs to work on their musical skills. [ THAT WAS FLAT. ]

[windeity]

[He also looks marginally offended and he puts the rock down. Give him a moment to stare at the pile before he begins to pull out another one. There's another flat, angry brassy-sound before John shoves the stone back in place. He moves over to the right, pulling on another stone and eliciting a clear trumpet note.]

...uh. [What the fuck.]

[parodeity]

Huh. Maybe we have to play the musical rocks to get them out? [ this is such a kiddy quest, he thinks, but he doesn't mind. ]

[windeity]

[Is it? Because John's already annoyed and he's probably going to have a harder time with this just because of a lack of patience.] Can't we just knock the whole thing over and get it over with?

[The answer's no, but it's tempting.]

[parodeity]

[ dave rolls his eyes and moves john aside, going to tug on the clear-trumpet rock again. so that's note one - so...

he pulls another rock and repeats the process until he finds another clear note. score!

yeah this is anti john's type of thing. ]

[windeity]

[This is just going to be how things go, apparently. John's a little more skilled than he'll give himself credit for as he pulls on rock after rock, and eventually they're starting to form a song.

This is still...stupid.]

Do you feel like maybe someone brought us here just to distract us?

[parodeity]

I mean, I feel like you brought me here on a date.

[ so far he's enjoying himself?? ]

[windeity]

Even if this wasn't my idea? It is date night. I really hope we don't have to put these stupid things back later.

[parodeity]

Dude. Don't give the wolf ideas. Making music in a graveyard is fun, cleaning up after is less fun.

[windeity]

We still don't even know why we're playing musical graveyard. [He looks up.][What the fuck.]

[parodeity]

I'm assuming for mysterious video game puzzle reasons?

[windeity]

[Wow what in the fuck happened to my last tag, that should have said *He looks up.] And the wolf is gone. What the fuck." but OKAY. Anyway, yeah, the wolf's gone and John's just making an aggravated sort of noise as shadows slips in and out of crevices of the rocks.]

I am pretty sure I was not great at puzzles in our old life. Why would I be any better at them in this one? [At least they're slowly playing music, but any time they hit a wrong note two more rocks are added to their pile to unearth.]

[parodeity]

I mean...look, every time you find a right note I'll give you a kiss. [ bribery. ]

[windeity]

[...hm. Tempting.] Like. A real one? Not a fake two-second one that barely counts.