#HomestuckxDC

[kalicofox]

More of the HomestuckxDC AU experimental thing from the other day. Tim gets an info dump. Ish

Red Robin crouched in the rafters of the warehouse he’d found- the sounds of talking and laughing driving away most of the more wary denizens of the district, and drawing him to it like a moth to a flame.

“O, you getting this?” he breathed, and got back a quiet affirmative.

Down on the warehouse floor, there were thirty-one metas, all in various colors that seemed to divide them into groups that congregated, conferred, then split up again as they mingled.

The majority of the metas had grey skin and horns that graduated from red closest to the skull, through orange, to yellow at the tips. And wings. Colored, semi-translucent butterfly wings.

As he watched, another human looking meta, this one in shades of pink slipped in through one of the skylights and floated down to join the throng.

One of them, the dark haired boy in blue with a ridiculously long hood, slipped through the crowd to chat with him, though whatever he said was too quiet for Red Robin to hear through the rest of the chatter.

They spoke for a couple of minutes, then the blue kid turned and made his way through the crowd, picking up one of the grey kids in all dark red, and another in greys and beiges with fantastically long braids as he went.

Air swirled through the warehouse, cool and fresh, as the blue kid lifted into the air then settled on top of a shipping container, and a moment later, the other two landed next to him, red and fuchsia wings fluttering.

“All right!” The kid’s voice didn’t boom, but it did something funny, and almost at once the talking died away as the rest of the kids (teenagers, really, they were about his age, it seemed like,) turned to look at him. “So we’re still not back. It looks like this place is getting closer, though! They’ve got the right constellations, and the technology level is about the same, so I’d say we’re well on our way home!”

“I still don’t know why we aren’t going back to Alternia.” One of the grey teenagers groused, his purple wings, a lighter shade than some of the other purples in the group, fluttering.

“Because Alternia was a fucking pit.” The red-winged teenager on the shipping container said flatly, his voice harsh. “And before you say anything, Beforus wasn’t much fucking better. We’ve got the best chance at fucking living if we stick with the humans.”

‘Stick with the humans.’ Tim blinked. So… they didn’t consider themselves human? Was this an alien invasion, then? But they were talking about getting home… Dimensional displacement, possibly?

He whispered as much to Oracle, who made a thoughtful noise.

The fuchsia winged alien on the shipping container cleared her throat, and suddenly she was leaning on a massive, golden, double-ended trident that had apparently come from nowhere.

“We ain’t got someplace better to go, dum-bass.” She drawled. “If we head back to Alternia, chances are I’m gonna still be queen of everyfin, and we’ll all die. Beforus, and Fef’s queen and we’ll all get culled ‘for our own good.’ Nah. We’re stickin’ with the squishies.”

“Still,” The teenager in blue said excitedly, lifting into the air slightly on a soft swirl of air, “this world is pretty cool! There’s superheroes! And they fight bad guys and everything!”

Several people groan, but a couple of others perk up.

“This may be a decent place to lie low, then.” One of the human teenagers, a girl in the same beiges and greys as the fuchsia winged alien on the shipping container called. “We can gather our strength and recover for a bit before attempting to move on again.”

“We shouldn’t stay for too long.” The meta in the pink that had passed Tim on his way down to the group said, his voice carrying easily despite the slight rasp of disuse. “People around here’re trigger happy as fuck.”

That gets winces out of a few of the humans, but a low chitter rises from the aliens, a sound that makes the hair on the back of Tim’s neck stand up.

“They wanna strife?” The gleeful way that the blue-winged alien in shades of yellows and oranges said that made Tim wince but the pink wearing guy just shrugged, half turning away from her to look at two other, similarly dressed people. Both of them aliens, with similarly shaped triangular horns.

“Nep, Meu, I pointed this guy I found in your direction. He’s a little trigger happy, but his soul’s coming loose, and I figure we might as well fix it while we’re here. He’s supposed to be one of the heroes around here, so we might as well build up the good will.”

Tim nearly fell out of the rafters.

Trigger happy hero? That was Jason. It had to be. What the hell did he mean, ‘his soul’s coming loose’?!