Dave Strider (
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sortinghat_logs2012-03-05 08:17 pm
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This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
WHO: Dave and Tavros, eventually open to all
TONE: lmao what the fffuuu--
RATING: PG-13. They'll probably start swearing.
WHEN: 05-03-12, 1705
WHERE: The Great Hall
WHAT: Gamzee made a shitty jab at Dave. Dave made a shitty jab back, and was promptly dogpiled by Karkat and Tavros. He proceeded to steer the conversations with genitalia, until Tavros grew a pair of stone-cold bollocks and challenged him to throw down sick rhymes. Dave upped the ante and called the battle in front of the entire school, at dinner. Tavros agreed to the terms.
In a peripherally-relevant thread, Dave proceeded to tell Gamzee about the rap battle (kinda), and demonstrate that he has no sense of self-preservation. Luckily, Tavros told Gamzee what was really going on.
tl;dr: Tavros challenged Dave for a rap battle for Gamzee's honor in front of the entire school. This log is open, but if you want to reply please wait until the actual rapping's done.
STATUS: ongoing
[As soon as the evening's announcements are over and the food has appeared on the table, Dave stands up and withdraws his wand from his robes, pointing it at his throat.]
Sonorus.
[He clears his throat and nods as it echoes through the curiously silent Great Hall.]
Yo Hogwarts, sit tight 'cause you're getting dinner and a show tonight.
[He looks over at Tavros, behind his shades.]
This tool decided to challenge the rhyme king to a little duel, so we're gonna have ourselves a battle of sick rhymes. This is between me and hot wheels, so everyone else just sit back and enjoy the show, got it?
Since I'm feeling pretty goddamn magnanimous, I'll even let you start us off.
TONE: lmao what the fffuuu--
RATING: PG-13. They'll probably start swearing.
WHEN: 05-03-12, 1705
WHERE: The Great Hall
WHAT: Gamzee made a shitty jab at Dave. Dave made a shitty jab back, and was promptly dogpiled by Karkat and Tavros. He proceeded to steer the conversations with genitalia, until Tavros grew a pair of stone-cold bollocks and challenged him to throw down sick rhymes. Dave upped the ante and called the battle in front of the entire school, at dinner. Tavros agreed to the terms.
In a peripherally-relevant thread, Dave proceeded to tell Gamzee about the rap battle (kinda), and demonstrate that he has no sense of self-preservation. Luckily, Tavros told Gamzee what was really going on.
tl;dr: Tavros challenged Dave for a rap battle for Gamzee's honor in front of the entire school. This log is open, but if you want to reply please wait until the actual rapping's done.
STATUS: ongoing
[As soon as the evening's announcements are over and the food has appeared on the table, Dave stands up and withdraws his wand from his robes, pointing it at his throat.]
Sonorus.
[He clears his throat and nods as it echoes through the curiously silent Great Hall.]
Yo Hogwarts, sit tight 'cause you're getting dinner and a show tonight.
[He looks over at Tavros, behind his shades.]
This tool decided to challenge the rhyme king to a little duel, so we're gonna have ourselves a battle of sick rhymes. This is between me and hot wheels, so everyone else just sit back and enjoy the show, got it?
Since I'm feeling pretty goddamn magnanimous, I'll even let you start us off.
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You say that a lot lately and, uh, I keep telling you we're just Bros,
the, uh, fact that you think there's anything more going on just shows,
uh, that you haven't been paying enough attention lately,
so get your eyes checked and, uh, butt out, it would be appreciated greatly.
I also don't, um, remember asking for your steel, but I'll be Peter and you can be Hook,
here's how it'll, uh, go, I'll say 'hey look!'
and when you're, um, distracted I'll cut off your hand and toss it to the crock,
I'll move so fast that you, uh, won't even be able to block!
Watch out, Peter's got this and he ain't takin' no more of your dis!
[It's shorter than any of the previous ones, Tavros knows as much; but as nervous as he was going into it, thinking of Peter Pan was enough to make him feel a bit better and despite the fact it was short, he ended off sounding better than when he'd started.]
/sob
Is that all you got? C'mon man, that's it?
You're just a soft little rookie who don't know when to quit.
The rhyme doctor is in, let's go for a spin,
'Cause I'm Dave Strider and I'm about to win.
[Here, he actually pauses, clears his throat, closes his eyes (behind his shades), takes a deep breath, and just in general looks like he's preparing for something big.]
[That something big being a rap so fast it's like his tongue is possessed by a tarantallegra spell.]
You really wanna be Peter? Then I'll be your Hook, though I gotta tell you bro, that's the shittiest book. You're a nothin' fuckin' lookin' for a chance to get whipped, so here's some candy little boy get on my pirate ship. I didn't want to do this but you left me no choice, see I was gonna take it easy but I've heard the peoples' voice. Stop embarrassing yourself, you're only gonna make it worse, 'cause I'm the nail in your coffin so get ready for the hearse. Peter Pan's about to get Peter Panned, I'm like Luke Skywalker once you've cut off my hand. I'll come back in the sequel see you in thirty years, lurkin' in the darkness just to prey on your fears. Man you ain't the Pan, you're just some no-life chump, and all the fairy dust in the world couldn't help you even jump.
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Oh...
[It was quiet, but it was the single most dejected sound Tavros had made in a long time. Dave's words had essentially reached in and stabbed one of the only optimistic, happy things Tavros had. And then rubbed salt into it. And lit it on sick fire. The words made him feel stupid and just maybe just a bit (or a lot) worthless. Dave was right...he wasn't Peter Pan. He never would be.
Tavros's arms fell down to the sides of his wheelchair and he gripped the wheels. He didn't murmur a single word as he turned and wheeled slowly out of the great hall. He didn't even cry.
Not until he was sure he was absolutely alone.]
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So when the little knot of people converged on Strider, he slipped out of the hall and followed behind Tavros, though he was far enough back that he probably wouldn't be noticed until he walked in to wherever Tavros was holed up.]
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So he picked a broom closet on the ground floor. It didn't have a lock on the inside so he couldn't lock himself in like he wanted, but he could definitely sit in the dark and cry.
He'd managed not to in front of everyone because he knew that would only embarrass himself more. How he managed it, there was no telling because he felt absolutely beyond terrible. But he also knew it was his own fault...He knew it was a rap battle, that it was all fair. But it didn't stop it from hurting any less. It didn't stop it from crushing his spirit.
He let out a groan and pounded on his stupid, useless legs. Because Dave was right, not even pixie dust would be enough. Nothing would ever fix them, he would never be like Peter Pan. He would always just be Tavros. Just Tavros, who couldn't even stick up for his best friend, let alone live up to Peter Pan's expectations.]
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Bro?
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I-I'm sorry...
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[He reaches out, rests his fingers lightly under the other boy's chin.] He said your book was shit, and that ain't fuckin' true, it's fuckin' miracles, don't you motherfuckin' buy into his lies. And he said you couldn't be Pan, and I know that is 100% motherfuckin' wrong for a fact.