OTA, Hisuian Hijinx

[sweetbrohellayiff]

Who: Dave and YOU

Where: Base camp in the Alabaster Icelands & the Bergimite zone

When: 8/1 Onward

Summary: Dave is doing things of varying levels of unimportance as he continues to lose his mind to internet withdrawal.

Rating: PG-13 at least for ~Language~.

Log:



This cold sucks. It sucks fucking bad. Just about the only upside is that the earth has become his canvas. While carefully shuffling through the snow, he has managed to make portraits of people staying in camp and depicting notable events. It's honestly pretty insulting, though fascinating that he can't draw any better with his hands than he can with his feet.

This is much more like posting than he was able to accomplish before. The good dirt for drawing in was also in immediate foot paths, and not well drawn enough to avoid stepping in directly. He moved to making wood block memes, but they took nearly all day to complete. Plus having to hand them to people was vaguely humiliating. This was a terrible speed for memes. This, however? Perfect. Even the falling snow forced them into impermanence.

All he was missing was some Color. Do you have some shitty berries? A pokemon that makes some color? Or perhaps a worse suggestion?

He does eventually get tired of this and declares to the group that he's gotta get his hands on one of those funky ice guys. He of course means Bergimite. Would you like to help him not die?

Comments

[zodiheart]

[Elidibus is, of course, not far from Dave. And more than a little amused at his descent into internet withdrawal-based insanity. If he's truly honesty with himself, the Emissary finds the whole thing painfully endearing.]

Bergmite, is it? Strange name, but fitting for this world.

[sweetbrohellayiff]

It's a pretty straightforward portmanteau. Y'know. Like, iceberg and mite. I think it's a bug that turns into a turtle or something. Why, what would you call it?

[Undoubtedly something Greek or whatever. Even if it was silly for him to be defending this Pokemon nonsense.]

[zodiheart]

I often wonder the correlation between forms of these creatures. Many make sense, however a bug into a turtle? That indeed seems a far stretch.

[He smiles at Dave.]

Well, what does the creature look like?

[sweetbrohellayiff]

Uhhh. Okay. Hang with me here.

[He begins trying to draw one in the snow. It looks like a spider in a dunce cap.]

I mean that's essentially it. This part is bug and this part is ice.

[zodiheart]

[Accustomed to Dave's drawings, Elidibus cocks his head to better observe the artwork. Artwork being an incredibly loose word to use.]

The creature is small, so use of the term 'iceberg' seems a bit out of place. 'Flakemite' seems better, or some other smaller frozen term.

[sweetbrohellayiff]

Okay, that's stupid. You wouldn't ask for extra ice flakes in your drink. Well. Maybe you would but you shouldn't. It's like a big chunk of ice that it's wearing like a hat. Like "Icecap" but that's already something else.

[Dave crosses his arms. If they were gonna rename it they couldn't just stop halfway like a bunch of quitters.]

What else you got for me?

[zodiheart]

I do believe one would ask for additional 'ice cubes,' however, the creature is not in any form a cube.

[His face is schooled into stoicism, but the corners of his lips are hiding a smile.]

What are other words you believe are suitable for a small piece of ice?

[sweetbrohellayiff]

What am I, your thesaurus? Lesse. Chip. Shard. Chunk. It is triangular, so- I mean icicle is right there, but it's a lot more angular. It's like an ice prism.

I dunno what you're gonna do with any of that, but I think this pokemon naming business might be harder that originally suspected. But we aren't quitters, right. C'mon. Give me a better name than Bergimite.

[Dave is likewise stoic, though his posture is that of an expectant and disappointed professor waiting for answers from his class.]

[zodiheart]

I do believe we have our answer.

[His head tilts and he smirks, clearly projecting a wink.]

Shardmite.

[sweetbrohellayiff]

[Dave immediately makes a "wrong answer" buzzer sound.]

Incorrect. It sounds like Shart Mite. We can't have that. Do you want to keep going or concede defeat?

[zodiheart]

[He chuckles, fixing Dave with a smile and a look.]

Perhaps it may to you, but I rather enjoy the sound of the name myself. I do believe I may call one as such should one fall into my possession.

What would your choice be?

[sweetbrohellayiff]

Okay, weird. But fine. Mine is gonna be named Vanilla Ice. Because it's a name, albeit of a sort of lame rapper. But he's got this one song that goes "Ice ice baby". And what is a Bergimite if not an ice baby.

Wait is the shard thing part of your unhealthy crystal fixation.

[zodiheart]

[He laughs, patting Dave on the shoulder but absolutely not answering the question. More amusing to leave the other man with questions.]

Where did you plan to find the creatures?

[sweetbrohellayiff]

Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about, Zodiark boy.

[But that question is more in line with what he wants to be doing.]

Oh, there's a bunch of them a little ways from here. I heard some people mention it. We gotta walk in the snow, but we're used to that shit by now. Should be easy as pie.

[zodiheart]

[A smirk is all Dave gets in response to the first quip.]

Agreed, traversing the cold is none too difficult for us now. Especially when in the appropriate attire.

[He gestures for Dave to lead the way.]

[sweetbrohellayiff]

This "attire" is just barely acceptable. I feel like I'm cosplaying and I can't stop or I'll die. I guess it's warm enough but I'd prefer one of those Michelan man arctic explorer coats.

[He lifts his arms to kind of look at himself. He's just layers and layers of yukata, bundled just barely under the spot where he'd no longer be able to move freely. At least he had snow boots on.]

Wish I had some tennis rackets. But its fine. Look. I'm getting caught up in the bullshit. We got a snow bug to catch. Let's go.

[zodiheart]

Movement will keep us warm enough, as well as share body heat, should we need it.

[He follows Dave into the snow, relatively unaffected in his strides.]

Would you be willing to expound upon what you mean by 'a little ways,' my dearest Dave?

[sweetbrohellayiff]

Well. I don't really have a map... But uh. When the sky is a little clearer we can see this one formation in the distance. They're all around it, apparently, along with some of the evolved ones. So we just have to not die.

[The blizzard was pretty thick right now as it was, but as much as he joked about death, he was fairly certain that wasn't possible out here. Even if it felt cold enough to be a real hazard.]

I dunno. It's hard to tell how far it is exactly. Few miles maybe?

[zodiheart]

And you are certain to not wait for clear skies before we continue on?

[He does not stop, however, trusting both his own fortitude as well as Dave's.]

Still, a few miles is nothing for what we have walked. We should-

[His words cut off into a gasp as the snow slides beneath his feet, tipping him down and revealing a hidden hole that he plummets into. He does not shout, only grits his teeth and braces himself]