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thelegion2017-05-24 10:26 pm
lovernotafighter) wrote in thelegion2017-05-24 10:26 pm
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[This day had to come eventually, didn't it? Just another one of those damn Blood Gulch Sim Troops arriving here to crash the party, and predictability a little late like always. But hey, it wasn't like he hadn't been busy saving a planet or being blissfully retired or anything equally as important. Nope.
The video shifted a little as Tucker tried to set it upright, but it soon found itself quickly propped at an angle that said this wasn't his first time recording himself; the purpose of such skills would be left up to the viewer to guess at their own discretion. But hey, have Tucker with that beautiful aqua colored armor looking right back at you, even as he sat back down and tried to appear relaxed, cool, okay with ...well, all this. All this.
Ladies in hot tight superhero outfits definitely helped.]
So, yeah, Tucker here. [It felt like an interview with Dylan. Good thing talking about himself was one of his favorite things to do.] Please try to contain your applause, but ladies, feel free to toss your bras in my general direction.
[No shame, this one.]
You know, I was kind of busy back home. [With Church shit. It was always Church shit, and there wasn't a single damn regret for it; in a way, he hoped it kept being Church shit because that meant that bastard was still around. Tucker wanted to be back there, needed to be back there because--] Those idiots - my idiots - have no one to lead them now unless you count Sarge and no one counts Sarge. Shit, I don't even think the Reds count Sarge. Okay, so maybe Simmons does, but whatever.
[He sighed, rubbing his hand over his helmet before he just waved his hand.] But cool, superpowers, am I right? I mean, if I was getting chicks before, I'm getting triple chicks now.
[Let the record show that he was not, in fact, getting ladies before, and that the triple of "zero" is still "zero".]
Look, I just want to get this shit done and over with so I can get back to being a badass back home and get my shit done. So, you know, I'll do what I have to, I guess.
[There's a sigh, that burden of few choices and responsibility - ew - before he cocked is head up.]
Hey, important final question: where do all the hotties hang out around here? There's the title of wingman up for grabs if you tell me.
[At least the video ends there, and everyone was probably better for it.]
The video shifted a little as Tucker tried to set it upright, but it soon found itself quickly propped at an angle that said this wasn't his first time recording himself; the purpose of such skills would be left up to the viewer to guess at their own discretion. But hey, have Tucker with that beautiful aqua colored armor looking right back at you, even as he sat back down and tried to appear relaxed, cool, okay with ...well, all this. All this.
Ladies in hot tight superhero outfits definitely helped.]
So, yeah, Tucker here. [It felt like an interview with Dylan. Good thing talking about himself was one of his favorite things to do.] Please try to contain your applause, but ladies, feel free to toss your bras in my general direction.
[No shame, this one.]
You know, I was kind of busy back home. [With Church shit. It was always Church shit, and there wasn't a single damn regret for it; in a way, he hoped it kept being Church shit because that meant that bastard was still around. Tucker wanted to be back there, needed to be back there because--] Those idiots - my idiots - have no one to lead them now unless you count Sarge and no one counts Sarge. Shit, I don't even think the Reds count Sarge. Okay, so maybe Simmons does, but whatever.
[He sighed, rubbing his hand over his helmet before he just waved his hand.] But cool, superpowers, am I right? I mean, if I was getting chicks before, I'm getting triple chicks now.
[Let the record show that he was not, in fact, getting ladies before, and that the triple of "zero" is still "zero".]
Look, I just want to get this shit done and over with so I can get back to being a badass back home and get my shit done. So, you know, I'll do what I have to, I guess.
[There's a sigh, that burden of few choices and responsibility - ew - before he cocked is head up.]
Hey, important final question: where do all the hotties hang out around here? There's the title of wingman up for grabs if you tell me.
[At least the video ends there, and everyone was probably better for it.]
lol tucker made me do the same and get caught up on rvb
Totally within the realm of normal behavior.
[The corners of his mouth twitch in a way he can't control, and then he just laughs. It's not actually mocking laughter, it's pretty good-natured, and bubbles out of him in a way that suggests he hasn't done as much laughing lately as he should.]
Okay, you're totally awkward and weird in way I can identify with. [And Tucker's been warned about the creepy stuff. If Kid Q eventually loses her cool, breaks her oath, and deages him to infancy, it's on Tucker's own head.] It's a shame, because it'll probably just make me sad when Kid inevitably punts you out an airlock, but you've been warned. That's all I can do.
[Dipper waves a hand vaguely.]
I'm Dipper. Dipper Pines.
♥
Dude, I'm not awkward. [The weird part he let go, because come on: he gave birth to an alien. He was more than willing to pick his battles on the name calling. He smiled a little, armored shoulders rolling in a shrug.] Pretty sure that's still better than getting in a fight with Tex.
[Wait--]
Your name is Dipper? Like, your legal name?
Re: ♥
My parents aren't that cruel. It's a nickname.
[He lets his hair drop and puts his baseball cap back on.]
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Good nickname, though. Weird birthmark.]
You sure your parents didn't get drunk and give you a tattoo when you were a baby?
[Come on, it was pretty spot on.]