Eight ★ Video

[wasthemaster]

[Draco Malfoy has absolutely no reason to be outside right now. His hands are both still cut up pretty badly, he's fighting off a cold, and to top things off…

…well. He lost Jade Harley. Sort of. Jade sort of lost herself by leaving her bracelet on his bathroom counter. So today Draco's out and flying around the city of Asgard, Jade's bracelet in his pocket and bundled up against the cold. It's only when he's outside of his room that he really notices all of the lights going off in the city, twinkling against the darkness. He stops long enough to examine a few displays of light, raising an eyebrow.

It really must be close to Christmas then. Fantastic. Just one more thing to remind him of things he doesn't want to think about. Christmas reminds him of home, and lights remind him of a certain girl with long blond hair that he can't seem to stop thinking about. Ridiculous. After a few hours of flying back and forth hoping for some sign of Jade, anything that might indicate she's around, he gives up and lands to head into the Great Library if only for a distraction and maybe to pick up a few books to help with his current research for potions.

…and thus he finds himself curled up in a chair fifteen minutes later, trying to warm up and staring at a book in his hands. It's a small book, worn out and old in appearance. It's also a book he most certainly wasn't expecting to find here in Asgard, but then again it made sense. Why wouldn't the gods pull things from their own worlds to entertain them? When he turns on the bracelet's video feed, he's casually flipping through the book, reading and mumbling to himself. He's holding the book gingerly as though it's hard to bend his hands around it, but his eyes are narrowed in concentration.]

Babbity Rabbitty will never not be a strange name, and that's saying something [Flip. Flip. Flip.]

Granted, this shouldn't be a surprise. [And he looks up then, facing the camera.]

Here's a new question for anyone awake, something a bit lighter than the last. [Which he's still pondering on, thank you. His wall of notes may be folded up and in a box under his bed, but he still references them quite a bit.]

With the lights all around the city and with the discovery of this book--[He lifts it up, revealing the title to be the Tales of Beedle the Bard]--do you believe that something as simplistic as a fairy tale can actually have some truth behind it? Or, in other words, what determines if they're made up or if they're based on real people and real events?

And before anyone asks, no, there's no motive behind this question. Just genuine curiosity. [Which as we all know is the biggest lie of them all.]

Comments

[wasthemaster]

The trolls have absolutely messed up timelines as well, don't they. [Give him a moment to try and work this out for himself. Hint: it's probably not going to end well.] So you were entirely unaware of his existence, realized your life was sad and lonely, made up some random person but then later found out that once you started messing with the timelines this person was real and that you were actually a descendent of his but then he possibly got killed and reset and then became your descendent?

[Hey. When you're friends with Jade Harley, you really just sort of throw logic out the window to try and understand these things.]

[fiduspear]

That's really accurate, except for the part where, he actually came before me, but he died first. And I met him, after I died. Multiple versions, even.

[wasthemaster]

[...what the actual fuck is wrong with everyone.]

And how many times did you both die?

[fiduspear]

Uhh...

[ HOLD ON. He has to think. ] Personally, I have only died twice. Once, in my dreams. And then in real life. But, there are many dead alternate universe mes. And, it's the same for him. Except, I think he died once before, because one of his versions had a weird, horse body.

[wasthemaster]

...I see. [...okay that's fair enough. He can buy that his dream self died.] How many alternate universes are there?

[fiduspear]

A lot. I try to avoid them, if I can, to be honest.

[wasthemaster]

Why? What's wrong with them?

[fiduspear]

Nothing. It's just weird, to be talking to your dead self. It gets confusing, and, somewhat alarming. e

And also Vriska doesn't really let me stop searching, long enough to go see them.

[wasthemaster]

Probably, though if I had a dead self I'd at least like to ask for advice on how to avoid it in the futu--

[Wait hold on.] What the hell does she have to do with anything?

[fiduspear]

That would be useful, if I wasn't already dead.

[ Uh. ] We've been working together, to try to save the world.

[wasthemaster]

Well to avoid future deaths then.

[...uh...huh.] You I can believe as wanting to save the world and being altruistic and good, but her?

[fiduspear]

Yes, her.

[wasthemaster]

Why her?

[fiduspear]

It was her idea, mostly. And, I just went along with it, because, she mind controlled me.

[wasthemaster]

[...yeah because that doesn't scream "crazy bitch" or anything...]

She mind controlled you...and...you're okay with this?

[fiduspear]

It wasn't anything, bad.

[wasthemaster]

Since when is mind control not bad?

[fiduspear]

This time it was just to get me to agree to, go along with her scheme. And not, do something deadly.

[wasthemaster]

And you couldn't agree to it on your own because..?

[fiduspear]

I wanted to stay dead, and irrelevant.

[wasthemaster]

...Tavros...I think you and I need to have a discussion on what irrelevancy actually is. What the hell do you mean you wanted to stay dead?

[fiduspear]

Well, uh... I'm dead. I died when, I went back to the meteor. So that means I'm sort of, actually a ghost? But not like the ones Aradia used to talk to, more like, just me but dead and, forever six sweeps old. With, spooky white eyes.

[wasthemaster]

So the troll equivalent of a zombie, basically. Or a vampire.

[fiduspear]

Uh... I don't know what, a vampire is, but I am not a zombie.

[wasthemaster]

...you most certainly don't look dead, at least. So you're saying that you were still carrying on in the afterlife...with Vriska.