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[Let's make this short simple and sweet. There is a network post that goes up, it's Sis. Looking better than fucking ever. She's addressing Dave with sign language.]

'Dave. I need to speak with you. Return my message immediately.
Unless you want to get schooled while you aren't even paying attention.
That's right, I'm calling you out, bro.'

[She doesn't care is it's only eleven in the morning. Now Dirk, who would be later on in the day.]

Dirk Strider. Meet me in town at 6 in the evening, don't be late.

[Everyone surrounding the areas at this time would be able to witness two separate rap battles. One with sign language and one without. Sis had to put these two in their places, and fast. There would be no disrespecting her authority as long as she's alive.]

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[ The Dirk thing to do is to not reply to the message, to just show up on time, but he needs clarification. ]

Where in town?

Courtyard alright with you?

Sure. I'll be there.

This should prove interesting. If anything.

[ Interesting? He doesn't bother replying to ask what she's talking about.

He just shows up, right on time. He's come right from his brief trip to Conquest, still wearing their uniform. ]

[Here she also is. Just in time. Sis is pleased, very pleased.]

I bet you're wondering why I called you out here.
It's simple really, don't fear.
Can you lay down some sick beats?
Or am I flooring you right off your own feet?

[~~Wow Bri that is so gay.~~ Your turn, Dirk.]

[Totally went alone with Dirk because of reasons. He's just going to stop a little bit behind Dirk and just kind of stare in shock at Sis. Wait a minute. What...]

Egad.

[But don't mind him, he'll just watch. He's not going to get into in the middle of this Strider showdown]

[ Aw, shit. This is what she called him out here for? He could turn her down. Back out. But he really doesn't have anything better to do with his time. ]

I gotta echo my good bro:
Egad, yo. You don't even know.
You just called out a total pro.
You're the one who has to ask,
Are you up to the task? Just sit there and bask
In this ill pastiche I'm about to unleash.

[ ~~Now that's gay. Well, it is Dirk.~~ ]

I bet you thought I couldn't rap.
Shut up child, before I give you a good shooshpap.
Plant your ass on the ground,
I'm gonna give you a good round.
Think you got luck,
before you're embarrassed as fuck?

I got my rhymes crackin' spinnin' and trippin'
But most of all I got em' winnin'

[WORD. TO YOUR MOTHER.]

[Oh snap. This is getting serious. He doesn't know whats up with this apparent girl Strider over here but hell if he isn't going to have a seat and watch. You know, and silently cheer on his bro.]

[But no what was up with the girl Strider of there. He didn't know there could be girl Striders. There had to be shenanigans afoot here.]

[ He pays no mind to Jake; guy can handle himself. Sit right there and just watch Dirk kick some ass.

He hopes he can kick some ass. Sis is pretty good. ]

Winning? More like losing,
This should be amusing. I don't want to hear any excusing
When you're bruising from my abusing.
This was a mistake on your part, Sis.
If you think I ain't got the heart
To destroy a girl, then check this.
Just wait until I really start.

[Right. Sis is going to own you.]

Smooth.
What you got somthin' to prove?
Let me show you a thing or two while I have my groove.
Abusing, bruising?
Is this the way you pave your path to losing?
Come on Dirk, get your ass to work.
I suggest you turn and flee,
I don't see any fires sickly being let free.

I won't stop at bruisin' if that's how you want to be.
I'll slit your throat and make you bleed.
You called the big man for a little one-on-one,
Did you think this would be fun? Think it could be won?

[ Did he just rhyme one with won? He flinches inwardly, but keeps himself from stumbling. ]

It's crazy, your rhymes are lazy.
Thought you'd set the court ablazey,
But you disappoint me, lady.

[Sick fires, dude.]

Yo man, that's a pretty sick fire.
Your rhymes are weak, not a thing to aspire.
I called the big man, no try little.
Look at you, so frail and brittle.

[Jesus christ you're making this hard.]

The fire died.
Little man Dirk cried.
This rap battle is officially gonna be over.

Hey Jake, she thinks it's over after just how far I drove her,
You think she'll keel over? It's still going
For this sicknasty composer.
Sis, you gotta bring a little more zing,
Not enough swing or spring in your bling, are you just winging it?

Go home, daughter, I'm leading you to slaughter,
Like a horse right to the--

[ ...what is the word he was trying to... ]

...shit.

[Sis, just kinda looks at him really strangely.]

Like a horse right to the...water? [That was very thoughtful of her to finish your rhyme. Because she isn't sure what just happened.]

... [ Fzzzt. ] To the what? Don't be making words up.

[Ah, she's can see what is going on.]

The lake?

Don't be stupid, that doesn't rhyme.

[ Shit. He fucked up. ] You win this one.

[Whoa yeah, definitely. Jake's eyebrows hike to Canada as he watches that spectacular flounder. Of course all he thinks is, wow, there's definitely something at work here that isn't normal because he KNOWS Dirk is an amazing rapper and that just wasn't cool.]

[He gets up from where he was observing and walks over to Dirk.]

All right there, chap?

[Sis lets her hair down, yeah that definitely wasn't good at all. She knew Dirk was Strider, and Striders can rap.]

You must have forgotten that word. I call it a draw.

[ Sigh. He covers his face with one hand. ]

No, a loss is a loss and I'm okay with admitting defeat. Gotta learn to work around my deficiencies, or what kind of a rapper would I be?

i want my shades back
i will ironically wear them taped to fucking hell
idc
fork them over

[He'll make taped up sunglasses cool okay.]

[Oh no no Dave. No texting.]

You are going to have to defeat me in a rap battle.
Those shades are long fixed.

[Dave moves his hands and arms at ease, although it's slightly more clipped. Obviously, while his face betrayed nothing, he was annoyed.]

<<'Hold the fucking phone. You kept them this long? I want them back. That shit is M-I-N-E.'>> [Sure did sign that out with letters.]

[Yes. Perfect. You know what a good boy you are Dave.]

Sure did. This shit can be Y-O-U-R-S. You know how to get them back.

[Wow. Stealing his shit is low.]

<<'Just because you're my Sis,
doesn't mean you can just steal my shit.
Because that sure is some real diss.
And I'm saying to just quit.

There's no reason to turn my stuff into prizes.
You have no right to take those shades.
I don't need to make any compromises.
Because you're not making any fair trades.'>>

Edited 2012-05-05 05:29 (UTC)

[Whoa now. Stealing is not the optimal word, she did get them fixed.]

Whoa little Bro,
I know about your shades.
But I'd like you to know,
that this is a very fair trade.

Prizes? Compromises? Just a sick rap battle.
It's just how we work.
Now don't you go tattle,
because my next victim is Dirk.

You'll never win you little tot,
Sis always comes out on top.
But you already know that these fires are hot.

[He tosses his head to the side in an exasperated manner.]

<<'Striders never say no to a rap battle.
It's the very first rule.
Do you think I'm as dim as cattle?
Cause that just ain't cool.

I would have answered regardless
I haven't rapped for seven weeks.
And no one knowing ASL is becoming obnoxious.
We're the only ones left with these techniques.

You better not take me so lightly.
Because you're just gonna end up back at school.
I want to say this politely
But you're kind of being a tool.

So you better watch out.
And you better not cry.
Because I really doubt,
You know how my rhymes got so fly.'>>

[She smirks.]

My dear boy Dave,
Do you forget where you learned?
It seems you live in a cave,
so here is your punishment which you have so greatly earned.

Haven't rapped for seven weeks?
What a lame excuse,
a Strider never lets down their guard sweetcheeks.
So become of some use.

All I'm hearing is complaining,
good god did I raise a fool?
Seems like little Dave Strider is here to take his beating,
how unwise do you have to be to call your Sis a tool?

Look to your left,
and now to your right.
Did you ever think i could get so bright?

[Shit. He's so fucked even if he does win.]

<<'You've been kind of neglectful
You're missing a lot of time.
Maybe I'm being too judgmental,
But I got to finish this rhyme.

Who the fuck do I even go too?
Do you even know who's gone?
Maybe it's a lame excuse to you.
Your words don't have to be drawn.

I don't have problems being mute.
But there's no one else who understands.
This is the only way I can execute.
Everyone has mouths but I only have hands.

So get off your god damn high horse.
I'm really sick of this shit.
You just have no remorse.
And I really rather just quit.

You sure did raise me well.
Damn, I guess I never have a reason to complain.
My life is just so fucking swell.
How dare I be a pain.'>>

[Whoa. What the fuck was that even? Anyone watching can see their faces distort into anger, and perhaps frustration?]

Child don't you feel neglected,
I had a lot of shit to do.
Don't make it sound as if you are rejected,
this was all to make a goddamn future for you.

You better come to me,
I tried my best to take care of you.
You gotta get those rhymes and set them free,
maybe everything you're saying is true.

You really are unique,
that much your Sis really knows.
To many their interest for you piques,
you really can be a super fly bro.

You were really hard to raise,
I was what you call a young mother.
Not gettin' any praise,
and love I didn't know how to smother.

I gave you the best of everything,
but I guess that don't cut it.
I guess if I have to learn something,
my skills are on the audit.

Shit Dave,
suck it the fuck up.
Get out of your cave,
if you're going anywhere then surely you're going up.

[Shit. Fuck. He didn't mean to actually let that out. He was just frustrated and.

Fuck.

Dave just shuts the video feed off.]

you win
i fucked up big time just now
shit
sorry

Come get your glasses.

[She sighs a little.] Don't worry about it.

too late
its molding in the recces of my mind
it cant be stopped
okay
ill be there in like five

Step on it.
We have a few things to discuss.
Whatever the fuck just happened needs to be sorted out real fucking fast.

[There's no reply. But you might hear a tentative knock on your door a little bit later.]

[She opens the door almost a minute or two later. Ah, it's her little brother. She steps aside to let him in the room.]

I'm sorry for saying all that over the network. [She mumbles, she's never been apologetic. But jesus did she fuck up.]

[Dave just fidgets and stands there for a minute. He doesn't look up at her as he signs her a clumsy apology.]

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