There comes a moment in the life of a man wherein he is faced with a good ol’ adventure.
Many lesser men think themselves hotshots until that moment arrives, wisenheimers who brag around foolishly, thinking that they would be able to take on mountains if they had the chance to.
When that time comes, the moment hauling ass towards them, they falter, waggling around like they suddenly lost all their smarts, and end up showing what they truly are –chickens.
As opposed to them, when confronted with the chance to go and have a big bang somewhere –or should I daresay, sometime– I did not hesitate, held the chance tight in my hands, and took a step into the dark.
My name is Jake English, and this is the story of my meeting with the Guardian of Time.
–––
The island was quiet, and Jake was overly bored; no creature had appeared to bother him for quite some time, the rations had arrived in time and nothing was missing, and once again he had nothing to do but watch movies on his computer all day.
Despite the alluring prospect, for once the thought of spending hours on end to watch whatever movie he had at his disposal –any movie, he liked them all, really– wasn’t as satisfying as it could be on any other day.
The fact was, Jake was a man of action –or, rather, a teen– and being coped up too long, no matter if in the company of cinematography of epic beauty, made him feel like he was wasting his time.
He had lived all his life on this small island, somewhere in the ocean, far from civilization despite his stable internet connection and relatively advanced technology, and was starting to feel like the world was bigger than that.
He wanted to travel, and see the world.
Picturing the many adventures he could have if only he left the island was his favourite pastime, more appealing than any movie with enticing blue women, more appealing than whatever creature could make its way to his house.
Still, he had never left his home, held back by the feeling that it wasn’t time yet. Something big was going to come, at some point in his life, and if he left before that moment, he would miss that chance, and forever regret it…
And Jake didn’t want to have any regrets in life.
Still pondering whether to go back into his room and maybe chat with one of his online friends, or instead grab his faithful pistols and go find himself some quest, Jake didn’t even notice the figure walking uphill towards him, until he heard the sound of someone clearing his throat right in front of him.
Jake was startled out from his thoughts and blinked, shocked when he realised he was staring right into someone’s eyes –or better then, someone’s shades.
“Holy mackerel!” he exclaimed, pushing his glasses back up and taking a step back. “I didn’t even hear you coming, chum! You’re a silent one alright”.
The guy –a teen probably around his age, Jake noted– raised one eyebrow above the shades’ line.
Jake took a moment to observe him, feeling somewhat bothered by how he had allowed him to get this close without even noticing; it wasn’t often someone stopped by his island, and usually they were people from the mail service.
The newcomer didn’t look like he belonged to any sort of post service, nor was he dressed like a tourist would; he had an attire of various shades of red, and even had a cape on, which was quite weird to him.
He had a mop of carefully braided blond hair, and a good part of his face was, as previously stated, hidden away by a pair of aviator shades that Jake found rather familiar –he was almost sure some actor wore a pair of very similar ones in one of the movies he had watched.
“Sup?” the teen said, voice perfectly monotone as he lifted one hand up in a salute.
“Uh, hey,” Jake scratched his head. “I wasn’t expecting anyone for at least a month, what brings you by my humble abode?”
The teen stared at him, then he tilted his head. “Let me make sure, what year is this?”
“Uh… 2004?” Jake replied, frowning.
“That’s what I thought, but with your stylish lingo, I thought we were back in the seventies,” the teen shrugged. “You Jake English, right?”
“Yes, that’s my name,” a little bit affronted at the quip, as he prided himself to be a gentleman of speech just as much as he was skilled with his pistols, Jake pointed at the weirdly dressed teen with a finger. “It is only congenial for you to offer your name as well as a reason for your presence here”.
The teen’s lips twitched into a small smirk. “Name’s Dave,” he answered, easily bypassing his surname. “As for why I’m here, I was strolling by this timestream and decided why the fuck not, it’s been a while”.
Jake blinked. “Er, you are a weird chap,” he stated, honest as ever. “You been there before? I would remember seeing your face around”.
“Been here couple times, yeah,” Dave looked around, eyes still hidden behind his shades. “Be a good kid, where’s Jade at?”
The name took a moment to click. “Gosh, you knew my grandma?”
A flicker of something passed on Dave’s face –or on the part of his face that was visible, at least– and Jake watched as he froze. Then, slowly, the weird teen lifted one hand in the air, lips moving soundlessly.
It appeared like he was counting.
“Oh, right… it seems I approached the wrong moment,” he shrugged lightly. “I guess I’ll just step up and take my leave now. Places to go, things to see, sick rhymes to compose on the beat of Time itself, you know”.
Jake almost smiled –this Dave was weird, but amusing, and his tendency to rant reminded him of one of his internet friends.
Still, knowing he would have to give him bad news almost physically hurt him.
“Well, I don’t think you could see grandma even if you come at a later time,” he hastily called out as Dave turned around, ready to leave.
Dave froze.
“She is–” Jake stopped abruptly when Dave pushed his hand in front of his mouth, one finger almost touching his lips.
“Don’t say it,” there was a small vibration in Dave’s voice that made Jake’s words die before they could get out. “I get it”.
FILL: Team Dave<3Karkat
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There comes a moment in the life of a man wherein he is faced with a good ol’ adventure.
Many lesser men think themselves hotshots until that moment arrives, wisenheimers who brag around foolishly, thinking that they would be able to take on mountains if they had the chance to.
When that time comes, the moment hauling ass towards them, they falter, waggling around like they suddenly lost all their smarts, and end up showing what they truly are –chickens.
As opposed to them, when confronted with the chance to go and have a big bang somewhere –or should I daresay, sometime– I did not hesitate, held the chance tight in my hands, and took a step into the dark.
My name is Jake English, and this is the story of my meeting with the Guardian of Time.
–––
The island was quiet, and Jake was overly bored; no creature had appeared to bother him for quite some time, the rations had arrived in time and nothing was missing, and once again he had nothing to do but watch movies on his computer all day.
Despite the alluring prospect, for once the thought of spending hours on end to watch whatever movie he had at his disposal –any movie, he liked them all, really– wasn’t as satisfying as it could be on any other day.
The fact was, Jake was a man of action –or, rather, a teen– and being coped up too long, no matter if in the company of cinematography of epic beauty, made him feel like he was wasting his time.
He had lived all his life on this small island, somewhere in the ocean, far from civilization despite his stable internet connection and relatively advanced technology, and was starting to feel like the world was bigger than that.
He wanted to travel, and see the world.
Picturing the many adventures he could have if only he left the island was his favourite pastime, more appealing than any movie with enticing blue women, more appealing than whatever creature could make its way to his house.
Still, he had never left his home, held back by the feeling that it wasn’t time yet. Something big was going to come, at some point in his life, and if he left before that moment, he would miss that chance, and forever regret it…
And Jake didn’t want to have any regrets in life.
Still pondering whether to go back into his room and maybe chat with one of his online friends, or instead grab his faithful pistols and go find himself some quest, Jake didn’t even notice the figure walking uphill towards him, until he heard the sound of someone clearing his throat right in front of him.
Jake was startled out from his thoughts and blinked, shocked when he realised he was staring right into someone’s eyes –or better then, someone’s shades.
“Holy mackerel!” he exclaimed, pushing his glasses back up and taking a step back. “I didn’t even hear you coming, chum! You’re a silent one alright”.
The guy –a teen probably around his age, Jake noted– raised one eyebrow above the shades’ line.
Jake took a moment to observe him, feeling somewhat bothered by how he had allowed him to get this close without even noticing; it wasn’t often someone stopped by his island, and usually they were people from the mail service.
The newcomer didn’t look like he belonged to any sort of post service, nor was he dressed like a tourist would; he had an attire of various shades of red, and even had a cape on, which was quite weird to him.
He had a mop of carefully braided blond hair, and a good part of his face was, as previously stated, hidden away by a pair of aviator shades that Jake found rather familiar –he was almost sure some actor wore a pair of very similar ones in one of the movies he had watched.
“Sup?” the teen said, voice perfectly monotone as he lifted one hand up in a salute.
“Uh, hey,” Jake scratched his head. “I wasn’t expecting anyone for at least a month, what brings you by my humble abode?”
The teen stared at him, then he tilted his head. “Let me make sure, what year is this?”
“Uh… 2004?” Jake replied, frowning.
“That’s what I thought, but with your stylish lingo, I thought we were back in the seventies,” the teen shrugged. “You Jake English, right?”
“Yes, that’s my name,” a little bit affronted at the quip, as he prided himself to be a gentleman of speech just as much as he was skilled with his pistols, Jake pointed at the weirdly dressed teen with a finger. “It is only congenial for you to offer your name as well as a reason for your presence here”.
The teen’s lips twitched into a small smirk. “Name’s Dave,” he answered, easily bypassing his surname. “As for why I’m here, I was strolling by this timestream and decided why the fuck not, it’s been a while”.
Jake blinked. “Er, you are a weird chap,” he stated, honest as ever. “You been there before? I would remember seeing your face around”.
“Been here couple times, yeah,” Dave looked around, eyes still hidden behind his shades. “Be a good kid, where’s Jade at?”
The name took a moment to click. “Gosh, you knew my grandma?”
A flicker of something passed on Dave’s face –or on the part of his face that was visible, at least– and Jake watched as he froze. Then, slowly, the weird teen lifted one hand in the air, lips moving soundlessly.
It appeared like he was counting.
“Oh, right… it seems I approached the wrong moment,” he shrugged lightly. “I guess I’ll just step up and take my leave now. Places to go, things to see, sick rhymes to compose on the beat of Time itself, you know”.
Jake almost smiled –this Dave was weird, but amusing, and his tendency to rant reminded him of one of his internet friends.
Still, knowing he would have to give him bad news almost physically hurt him.
“Well, I don’t think you could see grandma even if you come at a later time,” he hastily called out as Dave turned around, ready to leave.
Dave froze.
“She is–” Jake stopped abruptly when Dave pushed his hand in front of his mouth, one finger almost touching his lips.
“Don’t say it,” there was a small vibration in Dave’s voice that made Jake’s words die before they could get out. “I get it”.