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Dave: be cool with the goddess of cool

Dave yawns and stretches out on the park bench turning his head to watch the 'trolls' and their skateboards in the clearing in front of him. He'd learned shortly after his parents death that some of them came here to play human once a week. At first he came to watch them out of curiosity. Now it was just part of his routine. Plus he kinda likes this particular group, even the one that tried to kill him. Not that he'd tell them that.

He watches as a tall scrawny girl with huge slightly curved horns and two black braids running down to her ankles grinds her board down the long stairwell railing. She shoots off the edge and flips in the air landing a sweet upside-down hi 5 with a girl with short choppy hair and cat-like horns wearing a blue beanie and a green sweater. She lands easily on her board and rolls off doing a smug circle around a boy wearing a yellow shirt with a bee on the front, a matching helmet, messy black hair sticking out underneath it, and reflective ski goggles. The boy looks flustered for a moment and starts stomping up the steps.

A curtain of black cascades down blocking the scene. He turned his head with a raised brow bumping noses with the owner of the curtain of hair around him. A perfect straight smile spreads across the lips that take up his field of vision. "Hey cool kid. You gonna join in today?" With quick skillful work she flips over the back of the bench and sits on Dave's legs. Dave grumbles frowning at her and yanks his feet out from under her.

She has long black hair that seems to fall perfectly no matter what acrobatics she pulls off and cone-like pointed horns. Today she's wearing red sunglasses and an Assassin's Creed tee shirt. He sits up and smirks at her. "You know my sick grinds would just show up every one of you to the point that none of you would ever wanna touch your cheezy skateboards again."

Light flashes off of the sunglasses as she laughs and turns to look at him. "Of course you would bro. Show up all us naughty gods and make us see how cool I made you. All those mad skills I gave you. Shit bro show them all how awesome my powers really are!"

Dave turns back to watch the group again. He watches as the boy in the helmet pushes himself up off the steps. Dave frowns sad he missed him falling. "You give yourself too much credit Latula. You may be the goddess of cool. But, I'm way out of your league. No one can create the Strider swag. We're just too cool, even for you! Penguins freeze over from our cool. Polar bears light fires to try and chase away the cool Strider breeze. We Striders can sink the titanic with the iceburg of cool we create.

Latula laughs and punches him in the arm. "You have such a way with words bro. But seriously. You should join us before you die. I think you'll have one hell of a time hanging out with us cool kids."

Dave shrugs propping his head on his hand and leaning against the side of the bench as he watches the boy in the helmet start moving around and gaining speed. "Speaking of death. I met the dude who's supposed to kill me the other day."

Latula's eyes widen and she turns to stare at Dave. "For real? You met Karkat? THE Karkat? Did he try to kill you? How'd you escape?"

Dave laughs rolling his eyes. "He saw how far out of his league I am and ran out the door with his tail between his legs. A real wimp that one. As soon as he realized who I was he ran."

Latula cackles and turns back to watching just as the helmeted boy jumps up to grind down the railing. "Just because he doesn't want to confront you doesn't mean you're safe Dave. Karkat has quite a following, it's practically a cult. They all want to bring him back into his godhead. And all they have to do to get there is to kill you. Then they get their wish." Dave shrugs distracted by the helmeted boy flying through the air and colliding with a nearby tree.

"WHY THE FUNKSING HAEL DO YOU HAVE TO SHOW OFF SO FUCKING MUCH MEEEEENAAHHHHHHH" The boy starts screaming obscenities from the ground flailing about with his hands on his helmet. Dave shakes his head.

Latula sighs lovingly and smiles watching as he rolls around on the ground cursing. "He's so cute, isn't he? Truly perfect."

Dave snorts rolling his eyes. "What do you see in him anyways? You're the goddess of cool and you're dating the king of clutz. Seriously he falls down so much I'm surprised he's even able to walk."

A grin splits Latula's face. "Mituna is perfect. Every girl's fantasy. Every boy's too. Like for real. That's his power."

Dave raises a brow. "His power? Wait... Fantasy? He's the god of FANTASY? THAT!? That is the god of fantasy?"

Latula cackles and waggles her brows. "Imagination actually. Everything you imagine, every thought you have, all those sick beats you write out. They're all thanks to him. Without him this world would be booooooring."

Dave's jaw drops as he watches the helmeted boy finally stop flailing and stand up. He brushes himself off and sulks looking down at the ground and apologizing to the girl with the braids. "But why is he so... off?"

"He used too much power once. It kinda fried his brain. He's got an awesome scar too." She lifts her bangs and points to the left side of her forehead. "Right here."

"What reason would he possibly have to use that much power?"

Latula's smile looks almost sad as she glances over at Dave. "Mituna isn't like other gods Dave. He wasn't hatched and cultivated like most of us. He was born, just like a human. He's a pure blood god. A lot of the older gods don't like the pure blooded trolls. They see them as a disruption to the order of our world. So they try to take them out before they come into power, usually when they're just little boys."

Dave runs a hand through his hair looking down at the ground. "So you're saying they tried to kill him. But his powers came up to save him?"

Latula nods. "Yeah, but it was too much for his young body and it fried his brain. But, even with his wires crossed, That kid is the strongest god our age."

Dave stands up shoving his hands into his pockets. "I think you're just a lovestruck sissy. That's not a cool look you know."

Latula laughs. "I can't love Dave. The god of love is dead. But I am quite fond of him. You're just jealous that he's too cool to turn his attention to someone like you."

Dave laughs and turns walking off. Leaving the 'trolls' to play on their own.

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