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[text/action] forward dating to super early thurs morning + mid afternoon [video]
Dear Poppop,
After what happened the other night, I feel I need a little self reflection time.
If you could please keep an eye on Jake, Dirk and Aradia,
I would be incredibly grateful.
- Jane
To Dirk,
Please don't worry about me, Mr. Strider!
I felt like taking a short trip on my own,
and on a spur of the moment feeling, decided to leave early.
I will keep in touch!
- Jane
To Aradia,
I do hope it won't be much trouble to ask that you to keep Jake and Dirk out of trouble.
Jake with his sense of direction,
and Dirk with his sassy, cool attitude.
I will keep in touch,
so please don't worry!
- Jane
Jake,
I sincerely apologize for the way I behaved at the party,
it was absolutely terrible of me to let myself get so drunk.
I thought about my actions, and decided to take a small trip.
I will keep in touch, so don't worry about me.
- Jane
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[Now that she was packed up and those notes were promptly placed on their respective doors, Jane made quick work of slipping on her boots and jacket. Very quietly, she slipped out the door and shut it even quieter, and led her small group of Pokemon towards the south end of town. On reaching the very edge, Jane moved and saddled up on her Deerling, two Growlithe moving in to flank her, and both strapped with two eggs each; Jane carried the last that had been on James' back.
Over the river and through the woods,
to nowhere in particular she goes..]
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[It's much later in the day when the video feed gets bumped on, where Calli the Chikorita is wiggling the gear with her vines, holding it out of reach of a whining Shinx. In the background, there's sounds of ... a battle? Lou and James are in the middle of a tag team battle, taking on some wild Pokemon with Jane and judging from the sounds that continue, are doing quite well; Calli and Geoff continue playing tag with the gear for another good ten minutes, before there is some displeased barking.
Both little ones drop the gear and scurry away, where a Growlithe shows up on the feed and yaps at the screen some more. It's not much longer before Jane finally appears, looking.. well, all sorts of weary and tired. Giving the dog Pokemon a dubious look, she reaches down to get the gear.]
Comet, shush! No one is there!
[Rubbing one eye and looking at the screen again, Jane almost jumps out of her skin on seeing that red recording light. Smacking her hand over the camera, she fumbles a few minutes before it turns off.]
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[PLEASE.]
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Fuck cake, he never wants cake again. It can go burn in an oven for all he cares at this point. If he were to actually be thinking of cake right now. Because honestly he's not- he's thinking about how much he hates everything and augh. He'd done so well! So, so well. And the clown fucking ruined it.]
... Nope. Nooope. Everything is perfectly. fucking. fine. See, I'm responsible. I don't do anything I ain't supposed to under the influence.
[He just does it sober apparently.]
So. Anyway. Yeah. You kissed him. Well then. Alright.
[He doesn't even know what to say anymore, he just wants to crawl away forever. He feels so...
Dirty.]
threadjack; i'm sorry
[Yeah, don't mind him cutting in here with that could not give a single fuck less grin.]
I fail to see the motherfucking problem here.
no you aren't it's okay 8D
Oh, well I ... well I don't see a problem?
sobs bro just wants to die
What the fucking shit are you doing here?!
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[Yeah, he's just gonna leave it at that. Because he's a sadist who likes scaring the fuck out of people for shits and giggles.]
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[Please. Kill. Him.]
I cannot deal with this right now. Sburb? I can fucking handle that. I cannot handle this. In one fell swoop, the world of Pokemon became a bigger nightmare than that fucking game ever thought about being.
Are you really thirteen?? Just. Why the fuck didn't you tell me, you little shitstain?
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You didn't ask. Didn't seem that motherfucking important. Don't get what you humans got on age issues, trolls get their mack on even with a couple dozen sweeps between them.
So. You two. Please continue /chinhands
Jane he's going to kill you
How the actual fuck was it not important? I don't care what the hell trolls do with each other. I ain't a pedo! You kinda made me one!
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[And this is Gamzee looking somewhere between confused and curious. He's not worried about Jane's departure, Miracle will have no issues catching up with her later after all.]
And I didn't make you motherfucking shit. You humans gotta chill the motherfuck out.
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[He just... glares at Gamzee behind his shades.]
You sure as shit did make me. You were blockin' my way and then you made it a goddamn challenge. I ain't gonna chill out. The last thing I'm gonna do is fucking chill out. I could go to jail over this, dipshit. The Jenny's are probably on their fucking way right now, even!
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[Sorry bro, he's not taking you seriously. Gamzee just rolls his eyes and gives an irritated growl.]
Do I look like a motherfuckin' child to you dumbshit? How the motherfuck would they know my age if it's impossible to tell less someone goes and spills?
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You may not look like one, but when you say shit like that you sound like one. The whole 'what they don't know what hurt 'em' thing? It doesn't fucking applies to pedophilia. It's still wrong- disgusting and wrong. And really fucking illegal. Do you know how long people go to jail for for that? Forever!
[This is so messed up and he hates everything, holy shit. It would be one thing if he'd been drunk, but the fact he was sober? Yeah, that bothers him. But what bothers him more is how close it actually came to... more. He can take comfort in the fact it didn't, but at the same time the fact it nearly did happen is just...
Terrifying.]
Also, it's not just a minor fucking age difference, I'm like twenty years older than you!
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I ain't the one having a motherfucking panic attack over nothin'. And it is motherfucking nothing. Ain't no Jenny bitch gonna ride up in here cause they don't know a fucking thing. Didn't take you for the overly fucking paranoid type.
[And just rolling his eyes again. Twenty years, that's like what, nine or ten sweeps?]
I'll live to be motherfucking thousands in your human years, that ain't motherfucking shit. If you're being that motherfucking worried someones gonna toss you behind bars for some stupid shit I could just say I'm eighteen and no one will be the motherfucking wiser. That's the age where humans stop giving a fuck right?
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But then Gamzee continues before he can actually retort, and that... Sort of puts it into perspective a little. Or maybe there's a part of his brain that is trying to prevent him from going too crazy over this, so he's latching onto that minor detail. But- seriously! If Gamzee's going to leave that long, well. His current age is kind of insignificant isn't it? Yeah. Yeah. So... really he shouldn't even worry that much. Right? Right.
It's flimsy at best, but it's the only option he has other than tormenting himself with this forever.]
I... Fine. I guess when you put it like that, it's not- no, alright, it's still fucking horrible, but whatever. Just... Yeah. Anyone asks, you're 18. And as far as you and I are concerned? It never fucking happened. I just wanna forget about it. Deal?
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Deal on the first part. Ain't making no motherfucking promise on the second. That's just not shit that can get all erased from a motherfucker's memory just like that. Least I can do is not spread shit around about it, wouldn't have fucking said shit anyway. My business ain't no one elses if they ain't my pale bro.
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... No. I refuse to be part of your fantasies or what the fuck ever you intend to keep those memories for. That's just fuckin' gross! If I can forget it, so can you. And trust me, I can fucking forget it.
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[Yeah, that's a shit eating grin there. He's taking far too much pleasure and entertainment in how uncomfortable this is making Bro.]
And I'm bettin' you wouldn't give a single fuckin' shit if you were still all ignorant about the truth.
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No! Seriously. Seriously. You're gonna fucking forget. And- that's not even an argument! 'Course I wouldn't care if I didn't know, that's the whole fucking point of not knowing! But I do know and the point is I give every single possible shit that I could. All the shits pile up to the total shit of every human dump taken a day. That's how many fucking shits I give. And we fucking shit a lot.
[This is how stressed he is. He rambles. He fucking rambles and he hates everything right now please kill him.]