Candy Corn Horns
THIRD PERSON VIEW/VIEWING DAVE
The first person to reach them actually just appeared off a shadow from the giant pine next to them. The kid emerged from the shadows, studying them intently. He wore an aviator jacket, a band shirt and black skinny jeans with chains for a belt and a black sword at his side. His eyes looked tired and his hair was wild and unbrushed. He focused on Dave and arched an eyebrow, “you’ve died,” he says, more like a statement than question.
“Yeah man, you see a pretty awesome looking dude and your first thought is to point out that he’s fuckin died before rather than askin his name,” Dave laughs lightly, a tiny trace of an accent still fighting to survive in his voice. “But yeah man, I’ve died a whole fuckin bunch. Fuckin like invincible with a lil twist right? I can die, but actually really can’t,” he starts spiraling into a confusing rant, giving a blond haired boy who looked the exact opposite of death emo, a chance to climb up the hill. Said death emo looking kid looked a little surprised at Dave’s rant, but also simultaneously looked a little amused with a smirk on his face.
“Oh my gods Nico, shadow travel? Again? You know that’s bad for you, and besides, you couldn’t have just climbed the hill like everyone else?” The kid scolded checking emo kid, (Nico?) for something, maybe injuries, Dave didn’t know. “Wait, shadow travel? Is that some kind of grim dark horrorterror bullshit? Oh gog, I am not seriously in this situation,” Karkat looked irritated, as the campers coming up the hill had backed away when they saw him, when he had been looking forward to cussing this place out.
“Wow Karkles, way less cussing than usual! Good job!,” Dave slapped Karkat on the back, making him hiss. “And, who are you two? Why are you at camp? At least one of you isn’t human,” doctor kid asked, putting an arm around Nico and looking interested. “Dave Strider, Knight of Time, coolkid, irony dealer and forever at the mercy of a tiny candy corn horned, grumpy little grey motherfucker!” Dave said, elbowing Karkat who was obviously not having it. “Oh my gog Dave, shut the fuck up. I’m Karkat Vantas, and ignore Dave please he’s an embarrassment,” he sighed, rubbing his temples at Dave’s introduction.
THIRD PERSON VIEW/VIEWING NICO
Nico snorted. He could tell Percy and Leo would warm up to Dave quickly. He didn’t really understand his deal, with a strong aura of death that also felt like it shouldn’t be there at all surrounding him. Karkat looked interesting, if not rude. “What’s going on here? Who are these guys? Gods if there is one more threat to the world to prevent AGAIN, I’m murdering the oracle,” came an incredibly annoyed voice that was climbing the hill.