Honestly, dude? By calling it Godzilla you just made me want to find out more. How the fuck do you know Tiktok sea shanty memes AND kaiju movies without being from Earth?
[she has guesses. she has one major guess, and it involves being full of shit. but she won't say it out loud yet; she'll wait until he's ready to give the story. ]
Well. Guess I'll get that answer when we both come out the other side. In the meantime, like. Can I just get SOMETHING to call you that isn't "the cool guy who won't tell me his name"? Not gonna spread John around any more than I need to. And whatever your reasons really are, I get the feeling I don't need to spread it around much.
If I call you "that guy with the skeletons" then I'm gonna wait for you to drop a review channel alongside the Nostalgia Critic, so that one's way the fuck out. Teacher works for me. Captain, too, even after whatever happens next. Never been into authority. Always and forever just gonna be Anna.
Maybe I'll let you know more about that once we get past this. If it's still standing by the end of things, I know a place down in Cellar Door that's doing open mics. We could head down, get drinks. You could watch me play bass. Hell, you'd probably be the only one who knows the songs.
[ He exhales a breath that could be a laugh. The one-two punch of fondness and pain astonishes him every time. ]
If it's still standing, I'll buy.
[ Insofar as anyone buys anything here, with bits of blood and shiny pebbles. Maybe he'll spend the night applauding songs he barely remembers, and never knew well enough to teach to anyone, and which his enemies have misunderstood as battle hymns. Of all the ways he though his immortal life might take agonizing turns, this twist never factored in. ]
[it's strange. there's other people here who are familiar with the music she plays, but they're from... universes that have been shifted a little to the left of her own. but with this guy, with john, she feels like he's just. someone normal. like her, maybe. someone who ended up in the middle of something much bigger than himself and he's working through it the best he can.]
[but that all relies on her one big assumption about him being true, and you know what they say about assuming.]
Looking forward to it. Let's go out there and kick some ass together, Teach.
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By calling it Godzilla you just made me want to find out more.
How the fuck do you know Tiktok sea shanty memes AND kaiju movies without being from Earth?
[she has guesses. she has one major guess, and it involves being full of shit. but she won't say it out loud yet; she'll wait until he's ready to give the story. ]
Well.
Guess I'll get that answer when we both come out the other side.
In the meantime, like.
Can I just get SOMETHING to call you that isn't "the cool guy who won't tell me his name"?
Not gonna spread John around any more than I need to.
And whatever your reasons really are, I get the feeling I don't need to spread it around much.
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[ A myriad long. Impossibly long. He scrubs a hand across his face again, taps his fingers on the face of the Omni, sighs.
It's a crossroads. To be John is to accept defeat at the hands of these petty, crowded smaller gods; to backpedal towards God would be tacky. ]
Call me Teacher, if you're willing.
I'll take 'Captain' if you're not. Though, after this fight, that one might rightly belong to you.
'The guy with the skeletons' has always worked in a pinch.
[ He thinks he's funny. He thinks he's doing her a favor by not starting with so by the way I'm God dropped into her inbox like a breakup text. ]
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Teacher works for me.
Captain, too, even after whatever happens next.
Never been into authority. Always and forever just gonna be Anna.
Maybe I'll let you know more about that once we get past this.
If it's still standing by the end of things, I know a place down in Cellar Door that's doing open mics. We could head down, get drinks.
You could watch me play bass. Hell, you'd probably be the only one who knows the songs.
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If it's still standing, I'll buy.
[ Insofar as anyone buys anything here, with bits of blood and shiny pebbles. Maybe he'll spend the night applauding songs he barely remembers, and never knew well enough to teach to anyone, and which his enemies have misunderstood as battle hymns. Of all the ways he though his immortal life might take agonizing turns, this twist never factored in. ]
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[but that all relies on her one big assumption about him being true, and you know what they say about assuming.]
Looking forward to it.
Let's go out there and kick some ass together, Teach.