Well Then [Open]
Twilight didn’t think much about what everypony was saying about the Cave of Valor. It’s mysteriousness sounded like it was magically based, and well, magic was specialty.
But even she had to admit, this cave was getting creepy, fast. With the glow of her horn providing her only light, every step made the shadows dance and jump.
“Which is what shadows do when object are hit by an unsteady light source,” she muttered to herself. “So just keep calm, you silly filly.”
A wail echoed from deeper in the cave and Twilight froze in her tracks. Was there somepony else here? Forcing her breathing to keep calm, she listened for it again. And there! Definitely a cry for help!
Making her horn as bright as she could, she rushed down the tunnel.
Resting the large buster sword, known to him as the power of understanding was loosing its meaning in this place, Arcadios. He understood plenty back in Toronto, but next to nothing here. He obtained that sword for a reason, a reason in which was nothing compared to what Scott faced now. His current standing could even go against that one battle, let alone Arcadios as a whole. He pondered why he still had it. What else was there to do, he couldn’t move, the cave was harmless as much as Scott could tell that all that mattered. Until he heard something, then he would react.
His ears perked to loud echos of someone or something hitting against the ground, louder and louder. Could they be coming for him? He gripped the handle of his sword and turned his head, ready to steadfast. A purple tinted light source was slowly reaching him. He jumped and raised his sword, clutching his own chest. The pain would have to wait until this was over. Though he was unsure of whether or not he could even fight back.
(Source: somecanadianhipster)
Who’s this douchebag? Whoever he was, he was talking to her. These people just couldn’t stay away! Oh, the hardships of being completely and utterly awesome in every way. Oh well, may as well entertain this one for awhile.
“Greetings human.”
Wait a minute he leaned forward just slightly. Her eyes, they were much different then Terezi’s, though he didn’t remember seeing hers. Did all the trolls have eight pupils in one eye and just a normal one on the opposing eye? So that would make them 90/90 vision? Something like that?
Regardless she acknowledged him, Scott proceeded to keep composure. “You new around these parts?” If she said yes, Scott had a reason to keep this conversation going, if not. Well, he would figure something out. “Haven’t seen you around…ever.”
(Source: somecanadianhipster)
lucky-8itch started following you
A new face, perhaps. Could be an old face looking for new. Scott assumed both statements, having no knowledge of the female in front of him.
“Evening.” Something about her drew Scott’s eyes to her, he was at her full attention. Maybe this was one of Terezi’s friends.
Well Then [Open]
To make some matter worse for the boy, Scott awoke within the Cave of Valor, only his sword by his side. He groaned feeling a quick sharp pain come from his chest. Scott gripped his shirt, using the sword to pull himself to his feet. These new surroundings were odd to Scott, never once being below the crust of Arcadios. “Hello?!” He called out, wincing. The pain heightened with the boy’s cry for anyone.
“To be quite honest, it’s almost as cold as Canada in here!” Not the he was complaining about it, but just where he was currently standing. “I would like to get the hell ou-” He bent over clutching his shirt tighter. Complete darkness prove to be of a trail to the male, unknowing if the shirt was sopping up blood or there was some seeping onto his hands. His clothing itself, felt heavy, as if being thrown into this place just after a storm.
He huffed gasping for breath to make out last call before plopping back down on his ass. “A-anyone?”
A Stroll in The Rain [Zod Open!]
The Penguin? The Penguin, unlike the Batman, was a mere title. Ozzy didn’t want to be known only as the feathered fiend of the night. … Okay, he didn’t want to be known as that PERIOD. But he wanted recognition for his true name. Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, of the Newcastle Cobblepots. A family name that was once synonymous with power, fame, and a good reputation. But now that power was gone, that reputation slandered and sullied, and the fame non-existent.
And if Scott dared to mock Ozzy, he was in for a world of hurt. Just because he’d learned martial arts on his journeys in the Orient didn’t mean he’d learned the patience that usually accompanied mastery of said arts. Over reacting to insults was practically normal for the little man, and fairly well justified in his opinion. Twenty-seven years of putting up with people and their bullshit had given him a little bit of an anger issue. Just a tad.
“Canadian, eh? Funny, I always thought Canadians were friendlier.” Yes… he’d been all over Asia, but not to Canada. Such is the life of Oswald Cobblepot. But… so it was true. Everything. Gone. For a fond second, Ozzy was left in contemplative thoughts. His little pretties were all dead. And the twins as well… such a shame, especially since he’d made such an effort in improving them. But that was the past, and this was the NOW. No use living for then, right?
“All in the same boat? Birds of a feather and all that?” … Yeah right. Just because they were stuck in the same place didn’t make them similar at all. Different people react to catastrophe in different ways, after all. For Oswald this was just another golden opportunity… “Sorry, but we ain’t all that similar, k-… Actually, the heck’s your name again?” Had he mentioned it or not? Ozzy just couldn’t be bothered to remember, really.
Canada friendly? Now Scott had picked and chosen his friends with careful methods. Many applications were handed out as they lined up in front of him for a full on interview. It took many traits to become apart of Scott Pilgrims crew. However, that isn’t how it happened and well, lets just say the Canadian slid along with his group since highschool. Though his friends were the best a guy could want! who needed all of that fancy paperwork that wouldn’t get done anyway. He himself thought he was pretty nice. There were others in Canada that weren’t all that great.
Remembering one in particular was that asshole jock who took his ex girlfriend. After meeting Ramona he found out that she was dating that punk and he cheated on her! Which could only mean one thing for Scott. He often tried to ignore it, but too many things were happening. It was only after the final battle Scott had proper time to think things through. To figure out how the hell he survived, and little things such as that. Todd Ingrim was his name. Scott was happy he was gone, for him and Natalie. The brief moments with him he was more or less of a douchebag in Scott’s eyes.
“It depends on the Canadian. Their mood.” Scott shrugged, “I’m not such a bad guy myself. Many of faces take up the streets of Toronto, not everyone is going to be all happy to see such a face.” Scott on the other hand was ecstatic to see the penguin in the flesh. Getting around the fact that he was evil, it was a fucking supervillian from a comic book. That type of thing doesn’t just POP out at you out of nowhere.
“Of course I didn’t mean me and you are alike in any way, I just said we’re in similar conditions. I mean take a look around you, it isn’t your hometown or anything like where you once were. We all have different background but were brought here for the same reason.” A reason Scott hasn’t figured out yet.
“My name?” He questioned.
Wallace?!?!
Think about it.
[Of course he wasn’t really with Scott’s mom, but he didn’t bother telling the gullible guy that. No point, because he could probably figure it out himself… eventually and with a hint of hope. Looking around as his friend did, he honestly couldn’t say he remembered much. At some point he was drinking (this information didn’t help at all, as he drank most of the day), but it so happens that he was going back to fix himself another.. When, in Scott’s terms, BAM he was here after blacking out. In the middle of nowhere too. ]
Also, if I had a hiding spot, do you think I would tell you just like that?
[He clapped a hand lightly on the other’s back, turning away to take a look around. Deep in the recesses of his mind, he was already contemplating taking his pants off.]
Of course I would, just for you.
[Unneeded wink.]
So I can’t tell you where I’ve been, because I can’t remember.
Scott thought, just like Wallace Wells had told him. Fuck yeah Scott was right, unless his parents ended up here. Scott wasn’t sure if he was ready to take in seeing his parents again.
“Mom? Dad?”
“Hey honey were just trying to find the next plane to Europe!”
“You know Europe is like pretty much all rubble and well NON EXISTENT RIGHT?”
“…”
“…”
“Hey honey were just trying to find the next plane to Europe.”
Something along the lines of that, to some extent of course. “Well there was the time.” He paused as Wallace’s hand rested upon his own shoulder. “Oh…” Wallace did have his quirks. Drinking, the lack of pants when usually necessary though these are things Scott all looked past. Wallace was his best friend, there are things you needed to look past regardless of who your best friend was. Even if you did walk in on him every now and again getting down… Scott decided to stop his though process and drown out anything further on.
“I’m not surprised.” Scott mentioned.
“Well we are in Arcadios. Not so sure if your drunken self noticed that we weren’t in Canada. Do you know what village you are in?” He paused. “Unless your living in my hut.” Seems if true the tables have turned. Wallace still probably held all the money though. Table turning one to many ways.
(Source: somecanadianhipster)
:33 *ac casually takes note of this day!* [event/open]
Nepeta Leijon has been quiet for a while. Too quiet,
perpurrhaps.
Seeing all of these nice humans and other things acting all lovey-dovey on this day was intensely fascinating for her — even though it did made her miss all of that hard work she spent scribbling on that shipping wall of hers, it was still so much fun seeing love running rampant in the air with so many people falling victim to its allures. Truth be told, it was nothing short of exciting to see so many ships start sailing on that day; it made her little troll-heart flutter with happiness.
Wandering about Polis with a very enthused spring to her step, she took careful notes on how this day worked. Of course, the pollen part was omitted from her “research,” but she wouldn’t know. All she knew and cared about was about how these people at this new place worked out their quadrants or their versions of it.
The day had been going so far so good. Some strange reason the Canadian was in the utmost of good moods. One he hasn’t had in sometime. Though his mood changed with more time spent in Arcadios. Today, today was one of a kind. As a matter of fact, everyone seemed fairly happy. Those talking among themselves, some greeting the boy as they walked by and quickly attended back to their conversations many in the case where it was just one other. Hmmm.
The purr perfect beginning to a day was to start in Polis. In Scott’s book, that’s really where everything happened for the boy. Food. Occasional music and those who would join Scott in late breakfast and coffee. Perhaps today was a day. He would bare no sword today. The power of understanding would have to wait until he arrived back at his hut. Today was a day of peace.
The male proceeded onward through Polis, stopping to get a whiff of what was cooking in each direction until he spotted something. Rather unusual if he were to be back in Canada. Upon the head of someone who was turned around, Candy corned colored horn rested. Was it one of Terezi’s friends?
Today was a day for new beginnings! That was what Scott was thinking. He proceeded onward and stopped a few feet from the figure. “Hey!” He called out. “You’re umm…”
“What was it? Something that had to do with a bridge… troll? yeah!”
“A troll?” He questioned his own words but they were now out in the open.
Wallace?!?!
Dead? Was I really out for that long?
[He wrapped his arms around Scott despite everything, because he’ll be damned if this ever happened again. Didn’t think the other was the type to give out hugs, but he would take what he could get. Not counting the middle of the night accidental cuddles. A small smirk stayed on his face, clearly showing how complacent he felt right now.]
Your mom didn’t tell you I was staying at her place for awhile, guy?
He pushed back after the comment was made about his mother. Wow, what a douche. “Wait.”
“My parents are in Europe, you know where I used to live it’s like right across from the apartment.” How the hell could Wallace manage to even get in there. Doors were locked, so were the windows. Not that Scott knew first hand, he was just assuming. “What the hell do you mean out?” Scott’s eyes scanned the area around them. “Where the hell could you have possibly been? There was a world, I blacked-out and then pretty much the other world flipped upside down. And BAM. You showed up.”
“The hell were you hiding Wallace?”
(Source: somecanadianhipster)
Wallace?!?!
“Hey.”
[At least he found someone he knew.With the look Scott was giving him, he would wager he must have been missing for awhile. Blame it on the alcohol.]
“I know you fantasize about me all the time, but I promise I’m real, guy.”
It took all but one sentence to make Scott positive it was him. Who else would say that but Mr.Wells himself. It brought joy and questions into his head but fuck it. Wallace was here! He could say anything he wanted. Scott, ecstatic, gave the totally cool gay roommate a hug. “I thought you were dead!”
(Source: somecanadianhipster)
