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[moveslikestrider]

[There's flickers of red light in all of the cities and on the routes. If you're near enough you might hear the heavy toll of a grandfather clock. Mostly you notice there's more blond haired, red shirt wearing, shade sporting Dave Strider around. Everywhere you go there's another one, working some deal or gathering some sweet loot.

The flare of crimson radiance follows them like the lingering trails of smoke after a fire. They give a cool nod if you greet one, or a thumbs up if you wave. But one stands out from the rest, he's wearing a plain shirt 'this is what makes me [HOT] with the word replaced by rapidash' and jeans. Every now and then another Dave tosses him something and he catches it. He's holding a strange egg in his hands and eyeing it warily.

Or you can find him later, teaching the woobat population of Mt Moon to hug random innocent people's faces. It had to be done.]

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[usedswift]

Sounds dangerous.

[She takes the sword and steps back, testing the weight, the balance. It's clear she knows what she's doing, and she really likes the sword.]

What can happen?

[moveslikestrider]

[He watches her swing and produces Caldescratch from his sylladex. It's been a long time since he wielded a proper blade but his body remembers. He steps back and the blade snaps from broken to reforged.]

You have to watch your loops, if one isn't complete than the rules say that one doesn't exist. Only they do so, they're killed. Time isn't about to let loose ends hang around long. If one loop in a series doesn't complete-

[He turns and swings his blade. It's clear that he knows what he's doing as he falls into the speed game. The strikes at the air are slow at first, but speed up in a layered effect.] They all die.

That's what a doomed timeline is. The ones that time decides aren't necessary.

[The other Daves moving about their business all pause then one by one they warp out, knowing in their loops their lingering in this talk is done.]

[usedswift]

And you're the one who controls all that?

[She falls back at the sight of the other sword, measuring it against the one in her hand right now. Whatever he'd just pulled that out of reminds her of her own scrolls. A bit of a grin curves her lips as she gives his sword a twirl, then flips it around with one hand, holding it by the flat of the blade to extend the hilt outward. Her other hand reaches behind her to draw a rolled-up scroll from behind her back, eyebrow quirking.]

We lost our audience, but you want to spar anyway?

[Ninjas. See an opponent, gotta challenge 'em all.]

[moveslikestrider]

[Dave can't help but grin, stepping back and putting his sword in a middle guard position. He comes up on the balls of his feet, ready to spring forward or to the side. He's ready to fight and switches from his caped gear to something else. He's in black pants and a red baseball T.]

Thought you'd never ask. Let's dance, Tenten.

[usedswift]

[An eyebrow quirks as she flips the sword around again and bring her other hand around to mimic his position. If he didn't want it back, she'll give the new weapon a try.

But she's not the type to strike first, and only settles her weight, toes digging into the ground as a little bit of dirt rises up from the concentration of Chakra, prepared to spring straight into the air or flip backwards out of the way.]

Let's see what you've got, Dave.