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We're Being Hunted.
You wake up in the middle of a steaming jungle. You don't know where you are, or how you got there, but there's an unfamiliar sun in the sky and all signs suggest that you're not in Kansas any more. You need to survive; figure out what's going on; and maybe, just maybe, find a way to go home. There's just one problem.
Something is hunting you.
Prompts
1. Consciousness to sarcasm in five seconds. Rise and shine, you've just woken up in the middle of nowhere with no idea how you got there. On the bright side, you're not alone. Get to know your fellow
2. The road to nowhere. Have fun trudging through the jungle. How long 'til someone notices that it's been daylight for about 48 hours now, or that there's the wrong number of moons in the sky? Kiss your worldview goodbye.
3. Cry havoc! The hunters have set their dogs on you. Their deformed, alien monstrosity dogs. Do you run or fight? Work together or leave the others to their fate?
4. On a scale of one to "fucked"-- One of you is injured. Maybe it's fixable, or maybe it's fatal. Does the other choose to stay and help, to leave you for dead, or to put you out of your misery...?
5. Let's hope they last the night. Night has finally fallen. Time to find somewhere to hole up, grab some shuteye, and hope nothing sneaks up on you in the darkness. Sweet dreams.
6. The great escape. Here's your chance - whether by skill or luck, you've found where the hunters have set up camp. Think you've got what it takes to fly an alien ship? Of course that's assuming you live long enough to get inside. Maybe you should come up with a plan b, just in case...
7. But you've always been here. Congratulations, you're not dead yet. You've evaded the hunters for long enough that they've apparently assumed you starved, or fell into a swamp, or maybe they've just plain lost interest. And now there's fresh meat on the planet - a new batch of game for the hunters. You could help. The question is, will you?
8. Wildcard.
Dave Strider | Ms Paint Adventures: Homestuck
STAY OUT DA BUSHES. (2, and guess who's the predator!)
Well.
Huge.
Motherfucking ginormous.
The Grand Highblood was finding death in morbidly good nature, and had taken to the more obfuscating of bubbles to hide in and have a little fun by way of hunting his prey. Hunting other ghosts and living-but-dreaming jackasses was all well and good, but what was the good of all that shit when they could see him coming from half a mile off?
So he preferred the jungles. This bubble in particular was close to his own, so he knew it well enough. He was settled flat across one of the sturdy branches of an enormous tree that arched over a trailway and gave him a good view of the footpath, his large club strapped to his back. He was good at pretending he was nothing more than part of the ambiance of a forest, laying and keeping his eyes barely open, like a large black lion, whose mane had gotten way out of control.
He was just waiting for the inevitable unsuspecting passerby. The chase was what he was after, maybe even a fight, not the kill. Dead people were notoriously hard to kill. Again. Kill again.]
BUT THE FOLIAGE IS EVERYWHERE (well shit son)
He was in a jungle and shit was hot. Hotter than Texas? Probs not, but that didn't really matter. Dave had been living on a meteor for the past three years, and it seems that maybe his body might've grown accustomed to the air conditioning. Or his mind had at least. He'll never understand the dream-bubble-body-mind-thing.
The thing was, it seemed like it was a large dream bubble if the meteor still hadn't passed out of it. He also hadn't seen anyone else since he woke up here.]
Oh for the love of fuck. [He scowled as he sat down and pulled out some fruit he had picked earlier. He swore if he didn't see another sign of life... or death... he was going to message his friends. He just didn't want to be the first one to admit it was kinda creepy here.]
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But hell. Dead motherfuckers couldn't be choosy. Maybe this would be entertaining, anyway.
He watched momentarily as he moved without a sound, from his sprawl across the branch to a crouching perch, putting one hand on the trunk of the tree to keep himself stable.
Just as he was certain the boy was preoccupied, he crashed down through the leaves and branches and landed with an earth-shaking THUD onto his feet just before Dave, crouching in position, one of his horns coming *this* close to Dave's face. And once he started to stand, it was obvious that he was a little under three times Dave's height. And then he spoke. His voice was oddly mellifluous for the depth of tone, low as thunder and nearly as loud.]
You all up and came to the wrong side of the bubble, little pink, fleshy brother.
[His smile spread to reveal sharp, long fangs that, while Dave would be used to from trolls, were FAR larger, given his own larger size, and his eyes weren't white like most dead things. They were solid indigo. And his facepaint. Well. If the rest of him wasn't a motherfucking terrifying sight right the hells there, the paint was. Grim and jagged and more to the tune of corpsepaint than clown makeup.]
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His teeth glinted in the bright sun, and let me tell you that fucker was huge. The war paint on his face vaguely reminded him of Gamzee...but this guy was in a league of his own. It took all the will power in the world not to gawk or react in any way. Then the guy spoke. Shivers were sent right down Dave's spine, feeling that all too familiar rush of adrenaline surge through his veins.
And he smirked.]
You know I was wondering when the big bad troll was going to show up to play.
[Yeah that was absolute horse shit, Dave had no clue there was anything inhabiting the place, but be damned if he let that on. He hadn't noticed he'd gotten into a standing position, sword already in hand.]
So tell me, what's a nice guy like you doing in a hell hole like this?
[Engage in conversation to get a good feel for the enemy. Maybe figure out his motives. Probably rip, tear, and rend, but hey if he could talk the giant fuck down, all the better. He did call him brother after all.
Somehow Dave suspected he'd be dashing through the jungle soon.]
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Just taking it all in, motherfucker. Getting my hunt on. There is not much worth hunting in this piece.
[Despite the likely familiar speech pattern, it sounded far more courtly. As if someone handed a Shakespearean actor lines from a Juggalo documentary. He arched a brow down at Dave.]
And just what do you plan to do with that letter opener of yours?
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Well, you know what they say about assumptions. Ass.]
Heh. Would you like a detailed explanation of all the shit I intend to do with my letter opener, or would you like the back of the book description?
[He twirls the sword one more time, then back flips to land on a bough of one of the trees above him, that way it was a little easier for eye contact. That, and he had a lot more escape routes.]
One involves a long description of how I would paint this forest-
[He gives the large troll a quick up and down with that smirk still present.]
Purple, I'd say.
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[If you wear the jammies, you get the title. The Highblood kept an amused smirk on his face as he watched Dave take to the branches, and looked the smaller guy in the face. He had more gusto than most he'd come across, and a hell of a lot more perceived bravery. And a sideways sense of humor at that.]
And I very much doubt you could up and do that shit. Good as though you may be with your specibus, you are small. I have the upper hand. But talk is talk.
[His grin spread even further. He may have been big, but there were a few uncanny tricks up his indigo-ringed bracers. ]
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[Okay think Dave, remember all the shit Karkat told you about Gamzee when he went off the fucking rocker. He used the same kind of weapon, and it's not one to take lightly. If he blocks my sword shit is gonna break again, or get stuck. That's out. His thoughts raced fast as he stared into the eyes of the demon that came calling. What a shitty sticky situation. Stickier than a 14yr old boy's sock drawer that was for sure.
Bro taught him to avoid these situations. Ones where you have no clue what your opponent was capable of. Not to say he didn't train Dave on how to handle these either, Bro knew shit happens. Or maybe he was paranoid. Either way he prepared Dave for more than half the shit he's been through, and his teachings and methods would continue to carry him through this.
He just wasn't sure how yet.]
Wait a sec. You mean to say to me, that after you just got done telling me you don't have any good shit to hunt, you're gonna go ahead and end me? Where is the thrill in that? It's about as much hunting as a dude fishing in a barrel with a pistol. Sure it's fun, and he'll get his jollies off, but it doesn't really get you all that long term satisfaction. Plus it fills your barrel with holes, and wastes your ammunition. You don't want to be wasteful, now do you?
[Yeah that's right Dave. Talk your mouth off. Egg the giant murder clown on to hunt you. That can't possibly come back to bite you in the ass, now can it? No sir. Shit is safe.]
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You seem to have mistaken my offer to come at me as a boast that I'll merely swat you down like a small and annoying insect, little motherfucker. That is certainly not all which I was intending. Truly, if I had wished to lay you low, I would have up and motherfucking done that. You are correct: it would defeat the purpose of fun.
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Stupid questions he supposed. Dave took a moment to take the giant in, to really get a good look at him. Large. Strong. Commanding presence. Intelligent. Who knows how many sweeps this mother fucker has been around. Experience. He also hunts here often, so he knows the terrain. Mother fuck.]
Okay then.
[None of the concerns shown on his face however, Dave was too good for that crap. Besides, he's seen a couple dead ends before, and this one wasn't a no-win scenario. Shit was still possible. He bet his brother could have taken this asshole down, probably before he blinked. Dave pressed his sword tip down into the branch he was standing on to lean on it, adding to his ever casual attitude.]
If it's not a straight up beat down you're looking for, what do you want to do? After all, I'm here for your entertainment.
[Dave even offered him a charming smile.]
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[He could easily flick that sword away from the little whelp in an instant, disarm him entirely, save for his wits. That would be hilarious to watch, as the human scrabbled to figure out what to do without his precious little toothpick. However...]
Should it not be so much to ask of a child so small, and quite obviously in the defensive, to whom was you up and referring when you said you know a guy? Ain't so often I hear tell of indigo bloods 'round and about.
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[Dave figured that he couldn't get the guy to lower any sort of guard, but still any point in his favor he could get would be fucking swell. Although he got the distinct feeling even with his guard down it'd still be a mira-er- long shot.
Was he trying to shoot the breeze? Lower his defense? Not likely, he doesn't need such tactics, probably bored of the world he is stuck in, and wanting some outside news. Okay. Alright. That was something Dave could work with. He wasn't about to contest being called child, small, or 'in the defensive' as he normally would, but quite frankly, compared to this asshole, Dave was. No point having an annoying debate to push a guy over into murder-go-nuts land.]
Technically I seen two of your kind around, but one of them died sweeps ago and doesn't really talk much. And the other.... well I haven't seen a ghost of him at all.
[Dave pauses.]
Yeah I bet that asshole hasn't died once.
[Tilting his shades up for a moment, he smirks, then lets them drop back into position. Displaying that he still had his eyes, and thus his livelyhood.]
Know that guy pretty well, spent 3 yea-, uh, about one and a half sweeps with the dude. Kind of a crazy roommate situation not unlike Seinfeld or Friends. Crazy antics. Anyway, what do you want to know about the guy? Fun facts? Life details? What his favorite kind of pie used to be? What music makes his ears bleed?
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[That was impressive, even to the Grand Highblood. If it hadn't been for Alternia blowing the fuck up, it was likely he still would have been alive, but in stasis, as he'd been for the past two hundred sweeps. Dead, but dreaming, like some eldritch horror. And to know that another indigo-blood was having the same fool's luck in living was intriguing to him.]
Nothing so mundane, human. Does this motherfucker you got your know-on for, He is likely of the same approximate age. Is he an acolyte of the motherfucking righteousness?
[He taps his facepaint to elucidate; was this little motherfucker a Subjugglator? So far, the only ones he'd heard of who followed the faith were younger versions of himself, a couple of forgettable other dead folks, and himself in several iterations.]
And if so, is he the one who has been upholding the motherfucking prophecy? To raise our Lord?
[SHIT'S IMPORTANT, SON. He doesn't care about this little red-eyed motherfucker, he's got shit to get his curiosity quelled over. If the information is good, the Highblood decided that he'd be lenient on the little human.]
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[Ooooh now the guy was interested. Gamzee and that fucking religion of his. What's this? Real irony? The religion that Dave poked fun at with a stick, which sent the younger indigo on a murder spree just may be saving his unconscious existence. Well well well. The humor wasn't wasted on him.
Dave took another second to take the guy in. At least tensions seemed to be dying down. It would all just depend on the information he had and how he delivered it. In other words: Don't be a dick about it. But should he give everything away right away? That would end the usefulness. Hnn.]
You're got your shit right, he is my age.
[Dave left his sword sheathed in the bark and sat down on the branch. Would he be able to be up in a flash? Hell yeah. But if it was story time then he was going to continue to 'lower his guard' and get comfortable.
Alright. Here we go.]
The first time I chatted the guy up hew was preaching the word of the Mirthful messiahs, generally bringing them up at least once a day.
In the beginning I'd say he was definitely a devout follower, but shit changed real fast after I met the dude. See, there was this incident... Some folk were led astray by some imperfect impostors, that I would say were assembling their philosophies from pieces of broken memories of the Mirthful Ones themselves.
[He doesn't look like the kind of troll to listen to pop songs, should be safe.]
They say he went on a straight up rampage.
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Ninja Master (AKA 7)
Of course, that only worked so well when one happens to stumble upon their long lost not-sibling.
Dirk cursed silently from his safe perch high in a tree as he saw a somewhat familiar figure making his way through the thick underbrush. He grimaced at the noise and followed, sticking to the trees.
Once Dave paused long enough, Dirk dropped to the ground right behind him.]
You're being too loud.
clearly by ninja master you are referring to dave
He'd already climbed a tree awhile ago to get a good vantage point, maybe see where the closest city was, but all he got was -oh surprise- more trees. The more he wandered around the more he felt like he picked the wrong direction.
Eventually Dave decided that going in one direction was the best plan. After all the jungle had to end somewhere, right? It was on that note that he plopped down on a fallen long to rest his legs. They weren't sore or anything, but if he didn't find some food and water soon he might be wandering around a lot later than he wanted too. Which meant conserving energy.]
Jesus fuck.
[ Was the quick quiet mutter that escaped Dave when he heard an all too familiar voice chime behind him.]
Dirk? What the fuck are you doing here? [It wasn't like he had been trying to track you down or anything before he woke up here or anything. Not like months and months had gone by. NO ONE was worried. At all. Asshole.]
Clearly you are mistaken for it is Dirk that is the ninja master.
Trying to survive mostly. Also trying to find a way off of this rock.
[He leaned a foot on the log Dave was sitting on.]
You wouldn't happen to have one of those with you, would you?
nah man its okay you dont have to be as cool as this kid
Well shit.
[Running a hand through his hair Dave took his eyes off the other, looking around the jungle as if it was the first time. Dirk couldn't find a way home. ...Off this rock? Wait. He cast a glance at his phone.]
No, I just woke up in a clearing a while ago. Dirk what the fuck do you mean by off of this rock? You know people don't use that phrase for mountains and shit. This ain't Rushmore, their isn't any goats wandering around, no incline as far as I can see, so what the fuck are you referring to?
[Yeah people don't use that phrase, unless they were stupid. Dumb as the fucking rock in question. And that did not describe Dirk at all. Rock. No. No fucking way. Dave would remember something like that.]
Oh thank goodness, that would be a downgrade.
Luckily enough, he knew a thing or two about stealth and finding resources where there were close to none. This wasn't exactly his first survival rodeo and for that he was grateful. It probably saved his life.]
I think you know what I mean. It just isn't something that you want to admit to yourself.
[Shrugging, he continued.]
I don't blame you. Being trapped on a planet with no known way out when you have mountains of shit to do back home doesn't exactly sound the most appealing. That's without the creatures that live here that enjoy hunting people for sport.
[He glanced around.]
There isn't much that I know about this world, but one thing I do know is that the creatures that inhabit it brought us here for their own entertainment.
you wanna go punk
[Pulling himself into a standing position, Dave scowled, and stared Dirk in the eyes. Well, best as one could through two pairs of shades, but they were both long accustomed to dealing with sunglasses.]
So we're game. We've been abducted to be hunted down and...? What kind of baddies are we talking about here Dirk? The kind that love the chase? Or are we dealing with some Firefly reaver bullshit? Am I to be expecting skeletons hung up on posts, or pirates raping and pillaging? I feel we-
[He paused. Hunting people.]
We should probably move now huh?
[The tone of his voice going quieter, not that it would be of much help at this point, with all the noise he'd been making prior.]
Bring it.
Probably. Follow me. Try to keep up. They won't wait for you to stop and catch you breath. Moving quietly is always a plus. Once we get somewhere safer I will explain what is going on.
[Dirk quickly scanned the area before slinking lower to the ground and moving quickly. If he wasn't right in front of Dave he probably would have lost him. Every so often Dirk would stop to check a leaf or a stick or a seemingly innocent bit of damp ground before continuing. If Dave wanted to find a way back to the previous log, well, he probably wouldn't. Dirk changed course regularly until he got to a particularly thick grove of trees.
He hoisted himself up and turned around, extending an arm for Dave to grab on to.]
C'mon.
consider it brought
[Sarcasm is always the best defense. Period. End of discussion. Dave followed suit and crouched down and ran along with him. Honestly he could be pretty quiet when he wanted to, after all Bro brought him up right. Being raised by Bro was no easy feat, not only did he have to be prepared for attacks coming from any unseen angle, he also was expected to land hits on the man himself. That would sometimes involve trying to sneak up on him.
Which was near impossible. Impossible for Bro wasn't impossible for other people though, so Dave moved with he silence and agility of a jungle cat.
Silence and Agility was something Dave could manage, but sense of direction? Not quite so much. He was raised in an urban jungle, not this shit. Lucky for him though, looked like Dirk knew what he was doing. ...Shit. Probably because he had been here so damn long. Was the same going to happen to Dave? Be here forever and become lord of the jungle. Fuck that. They needed to figure out a way off this rock.
Clapping his hand in Dirk's, he hoisted himself up, then muttered in a low tone.]
Super, so where are we going?
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We are finding a temporary place to stay where I can give you a brief summary of what the hell is going on. How good are you at moving through the trees?
[Dirk had already begun to climb before he waited for Dave's response. At the very least he wanted to get high enough to take a look around. He wasn't sure if they were being followed just yet. It wasn't terribly unlikely that the creatures that brought them here were giving Dave a head start before tearing into him. After all, this was a game to them. He stopped midway up the tree and looked down at Dave.]
Stay here. Keep an eye on the ground and mid-level trees. I'm going to move to the top and look around. Knock on the three trunk four times if you see anything that doesn't look like an innocent indigenous animal. I'll be back down in three minutes. Got it?
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[Okay trees it was. He'd been in a forest terrain setting a couple of times, but crazy trunk hopping nonsense was never on the schedule. Whatever. Dave was a quick learner and shit couldn't be too hard. Concrete jungle, actual jungle, not much of a difference there. You find something stable to land on, and you land on it. Period.]
If I see something shouldn't I just say "oh shit" and point? Pretty sure that would get the message across quicker, what with our cover probably already blown.