I'm not sure if that's their goal...or if they have one. From what I've been able to piece together from everyone else's bullshit last month, it sounds like the only goal we can confirm is...rebuilding worlds that were dyin', or died, or something? They'd never asked us for help of any sort before the monsters last month, which I was surprised they even bothered to do when I got back.
[ dave frowns, uncertain. he prefers to have some kind of idea as to what's going on, but... ]
...Honestly, I have to wonder what the end goal is here. It has to be somethin' other than trolling us, though.
Rebuilding dying worlds . . . Our— alternate worlds? [ Rubbing his face anxiously, he runs his palm across his buzzcut and to his neck again, leg bouncing while he tries to assimilate in a way he could understand. This sounds like something from Star Journey, he mutters. So somewhere far away, in a world he's somehow connected to, it's . . . Dying, or already dead. Him and all the people he can imagine on it.
It suddenly makes his stomach flip with discomfort. ]
Maybe the help wasn't needed until it got out of hand. [ But he's still rather miffed with the idea of being used as a pawn, or something. Played with, even more so. Sometimes it felt like it, and shit . . . Sometimes it didn't. ] What do you know about your memories?
Uh...a lot, actually? I figure I'm still the person who remembers the most overall, unless someone else beat me and just doesn't talk about it, which is always possible.
[ a shrug, casual, like it isn't a thing that's fucked him up. ]
I'm well over a hundred memories or somethin'. I know the shape of my life and lots of little pieces. But I'm still gettin' shit back and filling in the blanks. I...know enough to recognize some people from the same "world" as me, even.
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[ dave frowns, uncertain. he prefers to have some kind of idea as to what's going on, but... ]
...Honestly, I have to wonder what the end goal is here. It has to be somethin' other than trolling us, though.
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It suddenly makes his stomach flip with discomfort. ]
Maybe the help wasn't needed until it got out of hand. [ But he's still rather miffed with the idea of being used as a pawn, or something. Played with, even more so. Sometimes it felt like it, and shit . . . Sometimes it didn't. ] What do you know about your memories?
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[ a shrug, casual, like it isn't a thing that's fucked him up. ]
I'm well over a hundred memories or somethin'. I know the shape of my life and lots of little pieces. But I'm still gettin' shit back and filling in the blanks. I...know enough to recognize some people from the same "world" as me, even.
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Sounds . . . Crazy. [ But he's not saying he doesn't believe it! ] Don't tell me you have abilities, too.
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[ ... ]
I have super speed?
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[ dave. arms against the table. ]
You can't expect me to just leave it at 'cool', right? Show me.
[ It's not that he doesn't believe it! But, come on, who doesn't want to see a real super power, from your friend no less! ]
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. . . Is everyone's other self super powered?
[ That's so fucking sick wtf ]
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[ ...
SO THERE'S THAT ]