[ following this dave will show up at the specified time and place which. is a parking garage? so he guesses he will lean against a wall and play on his phone until and unless he sees kamui, at which point he'll give the guy a nod. ]
[Kamui manages to show up on time despite the appeal of rebelling against the very concept. Assuming the guy who gives him a nod is his man, he saunters over.]
If by goods you mean a variety of time-based powers, sure thing.
[ though he's been debating what would cause the least trouble, since he can't let people Change shit...so dragging someone forward in time a few hours probably is the easiest way? ]
That's me! And I'm ready to McFly my way through time and space. [A concept which he is surprisingly casual about in person.] Don't disappoint me, okay.
No way. [He instantly denies the offer. Then he pulls a banana out of his bag and drops it onto the dirty asphalt.] Forty-eight hours at least. I wanna see this thing rot.
Yeah, okay. [ forward is easier to trust people with than backwards, so the time limit in that direction is "whatever". he'll keep tabs so nothing can change because nothing really can - but he holds out a hand. ] Easier with contact?
Not everybody's as simple-minded as you or me. [Either he just insulted them both, or he didn't mean it as an insult. It doesn't make much of a difference one way or the other.] You never know, right?
Eh...well, let's go, then. [ what time travel feels like is this: nothing much. dave just has to reach out for that part of himself, and the turntables he uses sometimes and not others are merely training wheels. there's maybe a flicker of red gears, but are those game abstractions or aren't they?
[Now that he's looking, he can see that even the cars parked around them have changed, and the students who had been loitering near one of their cars have vanished. They've moved through time in an instant. It's real.
Which things specifically? I literally was born in order to be the time guy, if that's what you mean. Like...the universe literally plotted it out that way, back in my other life. It was dumb.
And you already know how I feel about that. [Kamui takes a deep breath in, then lets it all out with a nonchalant shrug.] But you showed me something pretty cool, so I guess I'll behave for your dead-end doubles at least.
This Retrospec bullshit... isn't really bullshit, is it?
Nope. I get why people think it is, but it really ain't. It's easier when people show you shit they got, or when you remember something, but...even so, some people still think of it like bullshit, actually?
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You got the goods?
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[ though he's been debating what would cause the least trouble, since he can't let people Change shit...so dragging someone forward in time a few hours probably is the easiest way? ]
Kamui, yeah? I'm Dave.
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And here I thought you'd run away.
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and then they're two days gone. ]
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Then he looks down at the banana. His expression has never been blanker.]
...huh. It's a cheetah.
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[ this wasn't like explosions but... ]
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Holy shit, it's real.]
You do not deserve this vast and terrible power.
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[ so. ]
I can take us back whenever...I mean, I should soonish.
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Worth it.
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[He says with a straight face.]
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[ WHICH HE DOES WITHOUT actually asking, so ]
Mostly 'cause that sounds like a pain...
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Kamui wobbles for a second, surprised by the sudden change. He doesn't complain though, just looks down at the banana again to orient himself.]
Spoilsport.
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This Retrospec bullshit... isn't really bullshit, is it?
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[How sad.]
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[Kamui's brows rise into orbit for the most blatant "no duh" expression recorded in known history.]
There's nothing better out there!
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[He practically hums the words before offering a casual wave. Time to pick up that banana.]