heartsplintered | First Splinter ♡ Text/Video

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First Splinter ♡ Text/Video

So we're legit in a Pokémon world of some kind here, aren't we.
Or at least, the fact that this fucking bird won't leave me the hell alone is leading me to think as much.
Are they typically this dumb? It's been years since I played any of these games, I don't even know what the hell it is.

Whatever.
Uh.

[He clicks the video option and it focuses on a skinny blonde teenager covered in freckles, wearing a pair of stupid triangular shades with his hair gelled into an impossible style that is currently being partially destroyed by his newfound Wingull. Dirk looks entirely less than pleased.]

I'm Dirk.

[[ooc; Apologies for the un-cut orange courier, I didn't figure it'd be in the best form to have his introduction post hidden beneath a cut.]]

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[He's not following John's example. Nope. Mostly because he's being lazy and laying around his room. Boring shit like propping his feet up on Pyralspite who is attempting to mother him again.

Okay so it's an embarrassement thing.]

like john said depends on the pokemon
some of them are so special they think the toilet is a kiddie pool
others actually talk to you
like psychics and shit like that
anyway yo
im dave

That is so horrifically unsanitary I might actually have to wash my hands for an hour.
Psychics are simultaneously rad as fuck and terrifying and I'm not entirely sure that I'm prepared to detail with something that generally lives in a ball the size of a tennis ball popping out and having a conversation in my brain.
Telekinesis, man, how does it even work.
Dave. Simple name. Since I can't see you and the other two people I've met so far have been strange amorphous blobs that resemble my closest friends and/or lovechildren of them, I'm just gonna take a wild guess and assume that the fates are tempting me and you're some kind of me-clone.
That's just a running hypothesis, though.

i wouldnt call me a clone of you
wow did no one explain to you the way to make this less weird
someone dropped the ball here and it definitely wasnt me this time
preemptively blaming john
just saying

would you rather do this face to face chat or continue with our bright text
since youre tempting fate and all

Oh so you know the blue-eyed Jake clone.

[A really long pause, because his brain catches up with him right after he finishes typing that statement, and he realizes who Dave probably is, and his stomach drops and he has to sit the fuck down.]

[He takes a minute to collect himself, ignoring that his Wingull is fluttering unhappily in his hair. His flop to the ground disrupted his perch.]

Wow, dude, I've only just met you and you're already asking me where I live?
Isn't that a little online-stalkerish?
Sure, whatever.
I'll just flip on the video and let you figure out where the fuck I am, 'cause I sure as hell don't know.

Edited 2013-11-20 04:35 (UTC)

actually was asking

[The view switches from text on a white screen to the ceiling fan spinning slowly above a tall lanky teenager. He reaches up and adjusts his overhead light and holds up a hand.] I meant video chat but face to face for real is cool too.

Blue-eyed Jake Clone is John Egbert resident best friend. Clone two is Rose Lalonde aka my sister.

I actually know where you are, want me to spill the deets or do you prefer surprises?

['Leeeeeaff' the plant like Eevee in his lap rolls to present him with her furry/plant belly and he automatically rubs it.]

Edited 2013-11-20 04:56 (UTC)

[He's--]

[Holyfuckingshit.]

[Dirk's jaw goes slack and his shoulder slump-- it's a wonder he doesn't drop the damn communicator.]

[A moment later he affords a breathless laugh, shaking his head and pulling off his shades to pinch the bridge of his nose with his eyes shut.]

Shit, dude. You're my fucking brother, aren't you. [He shakes his head, replacing the shades.] Spill, I'll get some exploring done before I'm abruptly bombarded with you in the flesh.

[He waits, letting Dirk get that out of his system before spreading his hands, the gear being on the floor at his feet.]

You're in New Bark Town. I can wing it and get to you in about a day from here. ...okay slightly over a day but the point stands.

[He whips his out of his wallet, waving it for a moment.]

There should be a card in the pack you got will say breeder or trainer. Breeders can us hms like they're going out of style without needing to lay the smackdown on Gym leaders. Trainers? We got to work for the money.

So to speak.

Yeah I'm you're brother. Sup.

[He's glad for the time it'll take Dave to get to him. He's-- terrified doesn't even begin to cover it. He's looking right at Dave, as it stands, can see that he's his age and obviously not the same continuity as the guardian he never met, but-- Fuck. Meeting someone you've ached to meet your whole life, even if they're technically an alternate universe version of that someone... Even Dirk Strider isn't immediately prepared for these shenanigans.]

[He mindlessly seeks the pack, and the card enclosed, holding up one that reads "Trainer" without a word.]

So I need a job, yeah?

if you want one. Bright side of this world is if you want to snatch up some cash there's a zillion ways to do it so long as you put in the time you promised you're golden.

[He tucks his card back into his wallet and gets up, his Leafeon hopping off of his lap. From the new view point there's a dragonite stretched out on his bed that shuffles to her feet as he starts tugging on his traveling boots.]

...speaking of cash, this weather wrecking havoc with you? You came rolling in right before the snow will. [His brows come down in a pretty open expression of concern.]

Might be a good way to keep busy. I'll do some research before I make a decision, I guess.

[Dirk squints at the Leafeon, tilting his head just slightly. He's not familiar with it, though the Dragonite he knows. He doesn't state either of these things, just making assessments. Rose did say something to the effect of him being something like 400 Pokémon behind.]

[Funnily enough, it's not until Dave mentions the weather that he stops to think about it and realizes that it is balls fucking cold. He shrugs one shoulder.] It's pretty fuckin' freezing, but I'll probably survive.

[He laughs at that. Same old, same old. He's pulling on his traveling coat and tucking the dark material close. Flying can be cold as fuck in the chillier months.]

K. There should be some cash in your pack too. At least enough to gear yourself up. Once I get there it will be a sauna of fire. I'm not kidding, I have a lot of fire pokemon. [As if to make his point, both Charizards wander back in the background until Dave whistles and makes a, 'let's go' gesture.

He returns them to their pokeballs and clips them to his belt.]

Speaking of that, since the original 151, there's been new types found. Dark, Steel, Ice. More eeeveeevolutions to gather.

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