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[amateurtimelord]

lame
how could those nubby horns be sharp enough
dude has the nubbiest nubby horns
dont think rose died and she got gored by tzs
and lets not get into kanayas horns and the mayor
how the hell did the mayor make it and i died
not even a heroic death
just landed on a pair of the nubbiest horns in paradox space
couldnt be a just death either
unless paradox space is using my life in exchange for everyone elses
so when do i wake up?

[for anyone that happens to walk by Dave's room, he'll be muttering this all to himself as he types it]

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[amateurtimelord]

Azi... sure whatever AP. [and you have been nicknamed. Better than calling you Arizona]

Sburb, whole making a new universe via creepy apocalyptic video game.

I don't argue that I'm not dead, but its not permanent.

[storesbooks]

Well. If you must. [He tries not to be ruffled, but only succeeds in sounding vaguely miffed.] And you are?

Of course it's not permanent. We don't intend to keep you here forever, my boy, simply until you've found some peace. Why should this be less plausible than your, that is, your apocalyptic game, Heretical as it may be?

[amateurtimelord]

Dave Strider. [simple enough, should he add a joke, nah, not right now]

Heretical? Don't tell me your one of those bible thumpers.

[storesbooks]

Hardly. [There's a faint sniff. Aziraphale had honestly been quite surprised at the formation of organized religion, after everything, but he doesn't want to go into his angelic nature.] You needn't be concerned on that front, I'm simply saying, if that's when you're used to then this can't be altogether a shock.

[amateurtimelord]

It's more of a shock that I seem to be sticking around. [well, as long as the British sounding guy didn't start preaching at him, he wouldn't care one way or the other]

[storesbooks]

You'll have to continue being shocked, then, I suppose.

In the meantime, perhaps you'd like more of an explanation? I do know what I'm doing here.

[amateurtimelord]

Sure, lay it on me.

[storesbooks]

You're here to learn whatever lesson you didn't manage to learn in life, [he says pleasantly.] Once you do that, you'll move on. To have another chance, or to start over.

[amateurtimelord]

Cool, the riddle bullshit doesn't stop even outside of Sburb. [he makes a long suffering huff]

[storesbooks]

Well, it's not much of a riddle, is it? I'm certain that's how it works. Any mysteriousness of your task must come from self-denial.

[This is a potentially rude statement that he says with all benign thoughtfulness.]

[amateurtimelord]

[look at that, you got an eyebrow]

Do I look like a guy with self-denial issues? [he totally is, but he's never going to admit that]

[storesbooks]

I don't know, [he says, suddenly dry and almost faintly snarky.] I must say that my track record with those that wear sunglasses would suggest that you are.

[amateurtimelord]

Striders always wear shades. It's just a thing we do.

[storesbooks]

It was much less a comment on you then it was on a dear friend of mine. He insists on wearing them.

[amateurtimelord]

Shades are cool, I bet your friend is cooler than you, old man. [such a brat, remember he is only 16]

[storesbooks]

[A sniff.] I presume that he is. He prides himself on being 'cool'.

There's a Bentley and everything. [He sounds faintly disapproving.]

[amateurtimelord]

Dude drives a Bentley? [he laughs] That's only cool for old people and the Brits. Guess if he's your friend he must fit in to both.

[storesbooks]

He is... er, demonstrably British, but I assure you that although we are the same technical age he looks much more hip than I do.

[Yes, he just used the word 'hip' seriously.]

[amateurtimelord]

Hip? [Dave is judging you from behind his shades] Hip is ancient history, dude.