[Savage did not particularly enjoy the look of delicate men. It wasn't something he ever found attractive, given his upbringing where physical strength and being in touch with the Force were a base standard in his entire upbringing. Males were muscled like warriors and trained extensively.
Interestingly, he found delicate looking women attractive thanks to the Nightsisters. The slimmer the better, especially if they could still kick the absolute shit out of him. It made him hate them more readily, which was never a bad thing. No attachments allowed.
Like usual, he folded his arms over his chest and seemed relaxed. His eyes glowed in the moonlight and always in darker settings.]
I'm taller than most in this place especially. Humans often find it rather intimidating.
[As it probably should be and as he liked it. They were less likely to think about picking a fight with him or his brother if he was looming around. However, it didn't seem like Dirk was at all intimidated by his height and build. What a strange human... er, immortal.]
So. You can break meteors then. And you can't die. Is that part of your genetic cloning process?
[Genetic tampering? Whatever, start casual. Then they could punch each other.]
(Dirk felt similarly. Although he had been raised in isolation, he had always preferred the look of capable guys. Guys who looked as if they could absolutely destroy him. Jake had been smaller than him, but that guy was practically a male Lara Croft and had the body to match that of someone who regularly went cave diving for funsies.
Dirk shrugged.)
Nothing really intimidates me.
(He's not fronting either. When it came to violence and fighting and unknown creatures, he wasn't sure he was even capable of feeling fear. And when you couldn't even die? There was even less to fear.
His smirk turns into more of a grin.)
I'm just special. (Which wasn't a lie either. His friends were strong too, but Dirk was just a tank from the get-go.)
The death thing is a little more complicated. I'm a god tier which makes me immortal, but my powers as Prince of Heart allow me to cheat death too.
(Granted, it was conditional immortality, but he wasn't about to crack into that just yet. He glances over at Savage's...pet? Companion? Omen?)
That thing's cute. Is that what you were talking about earlier? Ruin?
[Though, would it even matter? If Dirk was speaking the truth about being immortal, being reckless likely didn't have dire consequences for just rushing in. It was strange that he had a slightly different vibe from Dirk about death compared to Booker.
Booker was just a sad sack who was hoping for death to finally stick and would drink and be kind of miserable. They hadn't discussed that Booker was... very old though. Yet, with Dirk, the aura was more that death just plain didn't matter, colder and far less resigned about it all.]
I'm told humans all consider themselves special and their mothers tell them so.
[It didn't seem time or place to ask if Dirk even had a mother. Cloning didn't require it, just the original's cells and that was it. So probably no maternal stuff. Definitely would make for an emotionally dispassionate individual.]
I've died once. It was unpleasant. I doubt you actually would want it to happen to you.
[Not that it could here in Trench. They were apparently basically immortal in the sense that they came back. He hadn't died here or even in Deerington before.
He looked over at Ruin who was busy chewing barnacles off of a rock. His expression turned from impassive to faintly amused, maybe even a little fond.]
That's Ruin. My brother mentioned it to you, so I expected I should bring it along. Thankfully you're too big for it to fit in its mouth, but it will probably try at least once.
(That actually makes the smirk drop from his face. He doesn't look upset though. Just serious.)
It could, but it doesn't. I use it to be more strategic on the battlefield.
(His tone is unwavering. It's true enough that he edged on suicidal, that he was filled with self-loathing, but it's also true that he didn't see his immortality as a true negative. Colder really was accurate. He was practical about the fact of his own immortality. He used it like he would a weapon and deposited his body, his soul like it was another robot going through the hurdles of a fight.
It was dispensable.)
I don't have a mother or a father. All of my arrogance comes from me, myself, and I.
(Right on the money with that one.)
You get used to it when it happens enough.
(You didn't, really, but Dirk had forced himself to get over it. He didn't plan to die anytime soon at least.
He watches Savage watch Ruin. It's a nice look on the guy and Dirk wonders if he's ever looked at anything like that before. He wondered what it would feel like if anyone looked at him like that.)
Your brother seems cool. He was invested in hooking us up. (Dirk smirks again, amused by the whole thing.) I'll have to send him a Thank You note. Maybe a complimentary fruit basket.
(Not that these guys seemed the fruit-eating type, but it's the joke that counts sometimes.)
Good. When it comes to battle, I'm the reckless one, and I don't need anyone competing for my title.
[He didn't used to be, but since the transformation because of the Nightsisters, he all too often boiled with a thirst for battle and usually his lack of strategy was covered by pure brute strength and aggression. Maul was the strategic one. He was still learning, as much as he disliked the idea of weakness.
A good sign of the cost of battle was the fact that his left arm was no longer flesh but a highly functional prosthetic. It didn't slow him or deter him from combat, but he lived with the cost of not having the best guard, especially when fueled by his aggression.]
I doubt you're missing much. Male kits are raised by their older Nightbrothers, and female kits raised by the Nightsisters. We generally do not know our bloodkin.
[Except for a very select few in the tribe. Still, he couldn't remember maternal warmth, and he had never met his sire.
He growled at the mention of Maul's meddling. His brother was not someone who took 'no' for an answer when wanting something, and it didn't matter who had to be trampled on or put in line for that to happen.]
My brother thinks I'm devoid of happiness. He's invested in making certain I'm not alone. [Which was the ultimate show of caring, especially from Maul.] I recommend a cheese platter. He's a carnivore, so I'd just be throwing the fruit in Ruin.
[He finally turned his golden eyes back on Dirk, giving the immortal an assessing look. He didn't even bother to hide it.]
Of course, you are. A guy named Savage would have to be reckless. (Somehow he's not even slightly surprised by this. The guy seemed built for violence and it would make sense that he would serve as an absolute shit brick house on the battlefield like that.
It already was making him wonder what the dude would be like in the sack as much as it made him wonder about how he'd fight. Some part of him wanted to jump him right now and slam him through the air, but he felt like they were attempting to bond and a sudden kick to the face might break the moment.)
I liked the robot that took care of me growing up. He's here with me, actually. He's sick at rapping. (An absent statement, his mind wandering to Savage's own childhood.) So, did Maul raise you then?
(Brothers were so good at meddling though.)
He'd be a shitty brother if he didn't interfere. I was the same with my bro. I was like dude, if that alien bussy makes you happy, reach for the fucking stars and snatch it up. Keep it close. (Granted, that didn't work out too well seeing as the alien in question was here, but hey. He hesitates then, moving to fold his arms over his chest.)
Are you devoid of happiness? (It's a blunt question, but they seemed to be discussing a lot of blunt subjects right now.) Cheese. Got it.
(He probably will for the sake of irony.
What did he mind? Isn't that the million-dollar question? Dirk's expression doesn't so much as flicker. There were a dozen jokes he could make, a dozen bullshit answers he could rattle off. Give some flirty statement about something sexual. Instead, he decides to go with sincerity.)
Before battle, I can be cautious, but once it starts, I enjoy wrecking everything. [And everyone that stood in his way. Aggression was how many Zabrak warriors operated, and it was probably their greatest strength. Droids and living beings suffered just the same when he had a target that was through a battlefield. Only his brother was an entity he would never raise his blade to unless it was for sparring.
He was then left wondering if the robots that raised Dirk were similar to droids. He related it to his brother who had also been raised by droids, and suddenly many of Dirk's qualities snapped into being sensible and even relatable. He had fought for his brother's version of affection, and while he recognized they were all rather broken in their own way, those raised in the company of droids didn't seem to fare nearly as well.] No wonder you're loud and boostful. Droids aren't the best with teaching emotional restraint or connection. [He should know. He had to literally force Maul to be his brother in the beginning.]
No. My brother was stolen from our planet and raised well away from me. My mother abandoned me to the Nightbrothers right after, and I was raised there by the clan. [He didn't mention that there had been plenty of the Brothers who wanted to kill him when all he did was make a fuss.] But I raised my younger brother when he came to the village. Feral... He's dead now.
[Savage stared at Dirk for a long unblinking moment, thinking about the question. That was far more serious than he was expecting to get with this immortal. He expected they were sizing each other up, picking uncomfortable questions to gauge reactions.] No, but happiness is hard to come by even here. It's easier to be angry and full of hate. It's what I know far more than happiness. Do you know what happiness is like?
[He nodded his head to the answer, understanding it. It was far more thoughtful than he would have expected from either of them. Yet, he knew a fight was coming because there would be a point where the questions and answers were too uncomfortable and it would be time for action.]
This place has a habit of putting you on the backfoot. Time will tell how you deal with it. Some people are just... helpless.
(There was a point where it was too much, but Dirk had never found that point on his own. Obliterate everything or run the risk of something that would come back with a vengeance.
Dirk maintains an even look when Savage accurately pins the droid thing down. It's true and there was no point in denying it. He gives a mild shrug.) Emotions can make a situation unpredictable and inconvenient.
(Ironically, he actually felt emotions too deep, too sensitive, never having gained the actual emotional maturity of learning how to deal with them. They just got compressed and put through the grinder. He figured he was better off on his own for that very reason.)
I see. (War torn worlds and brothers being taken...Yeah, it's all familiar to him too. He does frown at the death of the guy's brother though.) That's unfortunate.
(He means it. He would fucking hate himself if he let his brother die, but the universe was a cold and merciless place. It did not care what failures you carried on your shoulders.
He should have seen that question. Did he know what happiness was? He tries to think of a moment. He had thought for the first few weeks he had been happy with Jake, but he was delusional and building the situation in his own head rather than paying attention to the obvious tells that Jake was forcing himself through the motions of playing the boyfriend role. It wasn't true happiness. If it had, things wouldn't have gone south so quickly.
So, he winds up answering curtly:)
No.
(He didn't even know what it felt like to be content. He frowns at the man, hands curling absently.)
I'm not helpless. (And because they were heading into that realm of discomfort, Dirk shifts his stance.)
Are we ready to see how far I can throw you or would you like to carry on with the sentimentalism?
[That was what combat was about, but he was less interested in that now that he had picked up a little more about what made this mouthy human so flagrant about making a scene. He actually stepped in closer and made certain to lean down so that they were eye level.]
Emotion makes the unpredictability interesting. You don't burn hot like my brother; he will burn you with the heat of his outbursts. You burn cold like the sun had died out, meaning I think what you feel is deep and compressed. That makes you equally as dangerous.
[He rose back up after that, making his assessment. No one could say that he or anyone else in the Nightbrother village was emotionally stable given the conditions they were raised in, but even they had more of a grasp on a normal range of emotions compared to Maul and likely Dirk. Time would tell, and he would be watching.
He shrugged at the mention of how unfortunate it was that his little brother was dead. He tried not to think about it, tried to ignore the ache he wanted to fill. So maybe it was easier to fight.] He was weak. He would have died when I left the village anyway. [Spoken dispassionately.]
You won't find any happiness with me. It's not something I think I can provide, but I will fight you. Maybe that will be enough.
[Enough for the both of them. For a little while at least.]
No, I'm finished. Let's see if you're all talk, little human.
(To Dirk's credit, he doesn't flinch away or move. He stares back at Savage, through his dark lenses, paying close attention to his words. He doesn't deny them. It was easy to write Dirk off as emotionless, but Savage was closer to the heart of him.
Savage was right. It was Dirk's coldness that has made him so lethal in the past. His ability to snuff out any warmth in a moment had proven time and time again to be worse than his blade. Dirk falls completely silent, not responding to the statement, not responding to anything else, either lost in thought or reverting to the default of ominous quiet.
He stares over towards the ocean, watching the far-off waves sliding against ice. He did not seek happiness nor did he expect it.)
I would not ask that of you or anyone else. (He was cruel, but he liked to think he wasn't that cruel. He looks away from the ocean and back to Savage. Then that's it. No more talk.
Dirk doesn't hesitate. He's gone in the blink of an eye and grabbing Savage just as quickly. There was no exaggeration of his strength. He's more than capable of whipping Savage clean across the beach. And if Savage doesn't somehow manage to avoid his grab, that's exactly what he does, not so much as breaking a sweat or getting a hair out of order. Savage had said something about being thrown. Dirk figured it was as good of a place as any to start.)
I know. If you're a god, I doubt you ask for help much, if at all. And that will be your downfall.
[Savage watched Dirk, staring at the human in front of him rather than bothering himself with what Dirk might or might not be looking at. It was impossible to tell with those shades on, and he wasn't about to bother himself about it either. The time for talk was over as quickly as it had began.
Suddenly Dirk was gone, and he felt a sudden grip on him. He was just as quickly airborne, soaring like he were in a speeder, but his physiology and enhancements were such that he didn't panic as he was rocketed backwards. Instead, he twisted in the air to get his legs under him towards the sand and then he used the Force all around him to push himself down, to fight the momentum of Dirk's throw.
Soon his boot toes were digging into the sand as he leaned forward, carving deep trenches the further he was fighting the momentum of the throw. He came to a stop some distance away and shifted to step his way out of the two trenches of his legs, unfazed but experiencing a jolt of exhilaration.
He lifted his chin and issued a Zabrak howl of challenge, pounding a his flesh fist on his chest over one of his twin hearts. Then he stared at Dirk before he began to charge back the distance, which was significant and easily telegraphed given how far apart they were. Did he care? No. Would he cover the distance without being winded? Definitely.]
(Holy shit. Dirk loved men so much. Okay, so there were slivers of happiness in his life, but maybe it didn't count when it was pure carnal desire spurred on by some shot of adrenaline. When Savage gives his howling challenge, Dirk spreads his feet apart and smirks broadly. It would have been easy to just fly up into the air or use his speed to his advantage, but he wanted to feel what this guy could do to him.
So what does Dirk do? He doesn't go at Savage at all. He braces himself for impact, eager to feel what that body would feel like hitting his full speed, full strength if the guy would punch him or try to throw him back. It was better than Christmas morning and he had never even celebrated Christmas a day in his life.)
C'mon, hot stuff.
(But Dirk likes to win too much to just take it. So just as those last few feet were cropping up, he backflips elegantly, swiftly out of the way. He bounces on his feet, feeling elastic and excited. Now that Savage was closer, they could really get their play on.)
You can do better than a straight charge. I'll even slow down for you and everything. (Isn't he sweet? But of course, there's a mocking edge to his voice, because what was a fight without a little trash-talking?)
Won't even fly. See? I can be perfectly submissive.
[He closed the distance with large loping strides, and he didn't even care for a moment that Dirk had plenty of time and opportunity to strategize how to take advantage of the seemingly blind charge. He might be reckless in battle, but he wasn't stupid and had been fighting opponents since the day he could roll around and grasp things. He was born to fight, and he enhancements made his want for one spike higher than ever.
The backflip, elegant though it was, didn't even cause him to break stride, and he was focused enough that he was not easily baited right yet. His blood might be pumping hot, but he was currently in control and needed to close the distance. Oh, he could use the Force, but he was saving that.
And he simply planned on running full speed into Dirk if the younger man didn't move out of the way. He set his shoulder to make the impact right into Dirk's face if he could, but more than that, he finally gripped the Force and released it in a wave of energy that would supplement his blow and potentially throw Dirk backwards a significant distance down the beach in the opposite direction he had gone.]
(Oh, well, shit. He can feel the wave of something knock him clear off his feet. He gives a decent tumble through the sand and winds up on his back, staring up at the sky above him. He was fine, but part of him just wanted to take a collective moment to thoroughly enjoy what just happened. He pushes himself up onto his elbows and grins. Now, this was a fight.
He's on his feet within seconds and darts back over to Savage. This time there is no holding back. He slams into Savage in a full-body tackle, hooking his arms around his waist to send them both flying. Nothing like a little intimate contact in a possible-seduction fight. He wanted it to be up close and personal and to get some leverage on the guy. He wasn't out of breath, and he sure wasn't hurt by the blast of power Savage gave earlier.
He was starting to feel confident that they would be able to keep up with each other just fine.)
[That was a satisfying send off, he would admit. He snorted through his nose, and he began to stalk closer. From what he could tell, Dirk had the ability to be fast, could apparently fly, and had no issue sending a being with his weight sailing like it was nothing. He was cautious on his approach this time, grin spreading across his face at the sight of it on Dirk's.
Immortal indeed. This was going to be fun.
When the younger man came at him, he set himself as if expecting another send off down the beach. His eyes narrowed when it seemed the charge would hit him and he took it as he landed on his back and began to flip and tumble them down the beach, expecting that Dirk would hold on to him as they went ass over tea kettle. He did, of course, wrap a leg over the top of Dirk's thighs to keep them close unless there was a big push off.
Sand flew everywhere, and he made certain to make a massive attempt to keep their momentum going until he could land on top of Dirk.]
Dirk can feel Savage pushing into the tumble and he returns the favor. It keeps their momentum up for far longer than any regular people would be able to maintain, and it makes it all the more satisfying for when it finally ends.
Dirk grunts as he lands on his back. His glasses haven't even so much as moved once. He shifts against the sand but does nothing to get Savage off of him. Instead, Dirk looks smug and completely satisfied with himself for winding up in this position.)
That's not my katana that's digging into your hip. I'm just extremely happy to see you.
(He's pliant beneath Savage, but he likes to think that he proved well enough that he didn't have to be. That he could easily throw Savage off of him if he was inclined to do so. He would again if Savage really wanted to push the fight further. Dirk really was always down for a good brawl, but his blood was roaring in his ears and he was edging on the feeling of mania, his thoughts starting to grow hyper and desperate and arrogant tenfold. He felt like he could do absolutely anything he wanted and all he wanted to do right now was Savage.)
Are you satisfied with this courtship or do you want me to actually feed you your own ass?
[This had gone well. It wasn't a long and drawn out fight so far, but it was good to prove that they could both take part of the beating on each other.
He raised his brow at the rub of hips, and he nearly thought to punch the smug look right off of Dirk's face. But then that comment flew, and he made certain to frown and glance down.]
What katana? Feels like a butter knife.
[He was keenly aware that the pliancy was a ruse, that they were still on the edge of violence at any moment. He reached up to seize the younger man by the jaw, turning his face a little to test how Dirk would react. Amazing those shades hadn't moved at all, but that wasn't what interested him nearly as much as when he leaned down and gave a little sniff.]
Hmpt, courtship? Is that what you called that? I'm barely bruised... [Then he leaned in the rest of the way and put his teeth on the corner of Dirk's jaw with full intention of drawing blood in a bite.]
(Dirk laughs yet again. He forgot how much he actually liked alien dudes. They were always saying the wildest shit. No wonder his brother decided to dick one down.)
Is that what it feels like? Must be that you're not too exciting then.
(The sudden seize cuts Dirk's smugness off with a small noise. It wasn't one of fear though, but mere surprise. Not too many people dared to touch Dirk abruptly. And definitely none like this. It sent an entirely different kind of heat through his body. He grows deadly still. It would be easy to mistake it for anger or resistance if it wasn't for the fact that his body was physically relaxing further beneath Savage.)
Not personally, no. Flirting would probably be more appropriate. (He's speaking in his regular clipped Texan drawl, but there's something a little more controlled. He opens his mouth to state that he could change that, but then Savage's teeth are on him and he forgets what he was about to say.
He sucks in a slow breath through his teeth and reaches a hand up to grab the base of one of Savage's horns.)
Watch yourself, partner. If you're gonna do that, you better do it right. (He doesn't push Savage away. Rather pushes slightly against his head, a silent encouragement. Go ahead and draw as much blood as you liked, Savage.)
Then you haven't done a good enough job making me excited...
[Normally, he didn't talk back, usually because he was up against Maul who could tongue lash. Everyone else didn't engage him quite like this, starting with cheekiness then violence and back to some cheekiness. It reminded him a little of some of his younger days with the Nightbrothers.
He wasn't afraid of what Dirk could do to him, not concentrating on that as he felt the stillness under him. It came with relaxation, so he didn't stop and was poised for a new outbreak of violence between them. He would dare it to come, and if this was 'god-tier' flirting, he was curious of what else Dirk had to offer.
Where he was from, flirting was biting. Maybe he was getting into the idea of it, though he was still uncertain if this could or would go anywhere. It had been a long time, and he had never tested his larger altered body before. If he had to pull back and walk away, he would.
His head tilted slightly at the pull to his horn, but he was committed to the bite. Encouraged, he made certain to draw blood, belated realized he wasn't certain what Dirk's blood might do to him. He decided he'd take the risk, tongue flicking against the back of his teeth to lap up the blood. His claws dug into cheeks and neck while he was at it.]
(This was incredibly different. For all his talk, Dirk was woefully inexperienced physically. But mentally? He's had about every fantasizes a gay dude could have about other guys and then some. He had a lot of time in isolation to think about it. Jake was great, but they had just been dumb teenagers in a world falling apart. There wasn't much to say or think about what had transpired between them physically. It certainly didn't come close to touching this and Dirk would never have expected it to.
Still, it makes his skin flush and he's already analyzing all of his own reactions, categorizing them neatly into his head.
Thankfully for Savage, Dirk's a paleblood, so the most his blood might do is make one feel more emotionally open. Otherwise, it was just pretty to look at, pale as Dirk himself and the moon above.
Dirk doesn't make a sound, but there is the slightest hitch in his breathing to suggest that he liked this. That it did something. It was a rush. He felt real and that was the only way he could think of it. His hand loosens somewhat around Savage's horn and he hopes that he walks away from this with a long-lasting bruise or two.)
I should put a disclaimer out here that I'm not fucking in sand.
[He certainly wasn't going to refuse the possibility, since he found it far easier to potentially be aroused with a man than he was with a woman. His experience was based on interactions with males of his own species, but he had been heavily groomed to understand that eventually, he would be given to a woman to be used as she saw fit. That put a certain amount of pressure and tension
He also wasn't certain how much he could trust his body with such interactions. Humans were, in general, far more breakable than a Zabrak. His physicality had been enhanced so much that the possibility of hurting even another Zabrak was very high, so meeting up with someone that both was interested in him and wasn't easily broken made for dizzying possibilities. He wasn't fully committed to being on board with more than challenging each other and play.
He lapped at the blood as it leaked between his sharp teeth, feeling it coating his lips and the inside of his mouth. Oddly, it made him feel closer to Dirk, which... was that supposed to happen? He should be more careful, but he still didn't consider it much.
He snorted at the disclaimer, and he dragged his palms down the length of Dirk's arms then over so he could press his claws against those thighs.]
You haven't given me many reasons to feel insecure about this situation.
(Dirk had to wonder about how compatible their bodies would be. He had a good gut feeling, but that may just be because he was in the mood. Or because he had absolutely no issue with the idea of figuring out alien anatomy. He felt sure he could handle whatever Savage had to give him.
It was less painful and more comforting to have Savage licking at his blood like that. His hand relaxes against the back of Savage's head and it would almost seem a tender moment if bloodshed weren't involved.
Nah, it still felt tender.
He slides an arm under his own head to assume a casual position. He shrugs.)
It seems inevitable at this rate. This isn't exactly a platonic scuffle in the dirt. Even if we don't fuck right now or tonight, we'll fuck eventually. Pretending otherwise would be counterproductive and juvenile. We're sexually compatiable.
(And because Dirk's an asshole, he smirks and adds:)
[Thankfully, he knew for a fact that humans and Zabrak were sexually compatible. If his Iridonia brethren were correct, they could even breed with humans, not that he had to worry about anything like that with Dirk. It didn't matter what his brother thought on the matter of that. And Dirk clearly wasn't particularly breakable, which was helpful if he was going to agree to a union of any sorts between them.
Low and nearly inaudible with the background noise of the sea against the shore, Savage issued the start of a purr as he sealed his lips around the injury he had created and allowed his tongue to sweep over the bite mark.
He withdrew a moment later to tip his head to peer at the immortal who seemed very casual about the whole matter. That didn't seem unusual at all from their brief interactions.]
You still say it like it's fact. If this does go where you say it will, beach is out. So where would you consider an acceptable place to engage?
[Then Dirk mentions his brother, and he sat up like he had been burned. He doesn't even bother to hide the annoyed look on his face, and instead of socking Dirk as he thought too, he issued a sharp whistle. Ruin the rathtar stopped chewing barnacles and immediately began to roll their way.]
He would approve of anyone willing to sleep with me, I expect.
(Dirk mourns the loss of Savage's mouth. It was starting to shift from appealing to satisfying. The purr was an unexpected gift too, and Dirk's just about to move when suddenly he loses contact. Dirk sighs loudly, dropping a hand onto his own chest.
Okay, so bringing up brothers while boning wasn't the most tactful move. He could see the error of his ways.)
Anywhere that won't get sand up my urethra, preferably. I have many kinks, but sounding isn't one of them.
(Weeeeell actually...No wait, no. Don't think about it. He refocuses on the subject and the fact that a tentacle monster was heading their way. If this was his first death in Trench, it felt worth it.)
Maybe, but he totally thinks I'm extra suitable. More importantly, you don't seem repulsed by me.
You talk big, but I do have to wonder... what base are we on? And how many bases are there in total?
[He was going to ask what Dirk's favourite kink was, but it seemed more important to poke at the human thanks to bringing up his brother like that. Yes, Maul had publicly approved of Dirk, but that didn't mean that the human can remind him that his brother was picking and choosing his potential bedmates.
Ruin was hissing out squeaks while closing the distance very rapidly. He frowned down at Dirk, shaking his head as he stretched out an arm for a tentacle to find first.]
Because he thinks you'll put up with me, and you aren't boring. [The opposite of boring.] I'm not someone people show much interest in unless they want me to fight them or something else.
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Interestingly, he found delicate looking women attractive thanks to the Nightsisters. The slimmer the better, especially if they could still kick the absolute shit out of him. It made him hate them more readily, which was never a bad thing. No attachments allowed.
Like usual, he folded his arms over his chest and seemed relaxed. His eyes glowed in the moonlight and always in darker settings.]
I'm taller than most in this place especially. Humans often find it rather intimidating.
[As it probably should be and as he liked it. They were less likely to think about picking a fight with him or his brother if he was looming around. However, it didn't seem like Dirk was at all intimidated by his height and build. What a strange human... er, immortal.]
So. You can break meteors then. And you can't die. Is that part of your genetic cloning process?
[Genetic tampering? Whatever, start casual. Then they could punch each other.]
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Dirk shrugged.)
Nothing really intimidates me.
(He's not fronting either. When it came to violence and fighting and unknown creatures, he wasn't sure he was even capable of feeling fear. And when you couldn't even die? There was even less to fear.
His smirk turns into more of a grin.)
I'm just special. (Which wasn't a lie either. His friends were strong too, but Dirk was just a tank from the get-go.)
The death thing is a little more complicated. I'm a god tier which makes me immortal, but my powers as Prince of Heart allow me to cheat death too.
(Granted, it was conditional immortality, but he wasn't about to crack into that just yet. He glances over at Savage's...pet? Companion? Omen?)
That thing's cute. Is that what you were talking about earlier? Ruin?
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[Though, would it even matter? If Dirk was speaking the truth about being immortal, being reckless likely didn't have dire consequences for just rushing in. It was strange that he had a slightly different vibe from Dirk about death compared to Booker.
Booker was just a sad sack who was hoping for death to finally stick and would drink and be kind of miserable. They hadn't discussed that Booker was... very old though. Yet, with Dirk, the aura was more that death just plain didn't matter, colder and far less resigned about it all.]
I'm told humans all consider themselves special and their mothers tell them so.
[It didn't seem time or place to ask if Dirk even had a mother. Cloning didn't require it, just the original's cells and that was it. So probably no maternal stuff. Definitely would make for an emotionally dispassionate individual.]
I've died once. It was unpleasant. I doubt you actually would want it to happen to you.
[Not that it could here in Trench. They were apparently basically immortal in the sense that they came back. He hadn't died here or even in Deerington before.
He looked over at Ruin who was busy chewing barnacles off of a rock. His expression turned from impassive to faintly amused, maybe even a little fond.]
That's Ruin. My brother mentioned it to you, so I expected I should bring it along. Thankfully you're too big for it to fit in its mouth, but it will probably try at least once.
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It could, but it doesn't. I use it to be more strategic on the battlefield.
(His tone is unwavering. It's true enough that he edged on suicidal, that he was filled with self-loathing, but it's also true that he didn't see his immortality as a true negative. Colder really was accurate. He was practical about the fact of his own immortality. He used it like he would a weapon and deposited his body, his soul like it was another robot going through the hurdles of a fight.
It was dispensable.)
I don't have a mother or a father. All of my arrogance comes from me, myself, and I.
(Right on the money with that one.)
You get used to it when it happens enough.
(You didn't, really, but Dirk had forced himself to get over it. He didn't plan to die anytime soon at least.
He watches Savage watch Ruin. It's a nice look on the guy and Dirk wonders if he's ever looked at anything like that before. He wondered what it would feel like if anyone looked at him like that.)
Your brother seems cool. He was invested in hooking us up. (Dirk smirks again, amused by the whole thing.) I'll have to send him a Thank You note. Maybe a complimentary fruit basket.
(Not that these guys seemed the fruit-eating type, but it's the joke that counts sometimes.)
That's fine. I don't mind biters.
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[He didn't used to be, but since the transformation because of the Nightsisters, he all too often boiled with a thirst for battle and usually his lack of strategy was covered by pure brute strength and aggression. Maul was the strategic one. He was still learning, as much as he disliked the idea of weakness.
A good sign of the cost of battle was the fact that his left arm was no longer flesh but a highly functional prosthetic. It didn't slow him or deter him from combat, but he lived with the cost of not having the best guard, especially when fueled by his aggression.]
I doubt you're missing much. Male kits are raised by their older Nightbrothers, and female kits raised by the Nightsisters. We generally do not know our bloodkin.
[Except for a very select few in the tribe. Still, he couldn't remember maternal warmth, and he had never met his sire.
He growled at the mention of Maul's meddling. His brother was not someone who took 'no' for an answer when wanting something, and it didn't matter who had to be trampled on or put in line for that to happen.]
My brother thinks I'm devoid of happiness. He's invested in making certain I'm not alone. [Which was the ultimate show of caring, especially from Maul.] I recommend a cheese platter. He's a carnivore, so I'd just be throwing the fruit in Ruin.
[He finally turned his golden eyes back on Dirk, giving the immortal an assessing look. He didn't even bother to hide it.]
What do you mind?
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It already was making him wonder what the dude would be like in the sack as much as it made him wonder about how he'd fight. Some part of him wanted to jump him right now and slam him through the air, but he felt like they were attempting to bond and a sudden kick to the face might break the moment.)
I liked the robot that took care of me growing up. He's here with me, actually. He's sick at rapping. (An absent statement, his mind wandering to Savage's own childhood.) So, did Maul raise you then?
(Brothers were so good at meddling though.)
He'd be a shitty brother if he didn't interfere. I was the same with my bro. I was like dude, if that alien bussy makes you happy, reach for the fucking stars and snatch it up. Keep it close. (Granted, that didn't work out too well seeing as the alien in question was here, but hey. He hesitates then, moving to fold his arms over his chest.)
Are you devoid of happiness? (It's a blunt question, but they seemed to be discussing a lot of blunt subjects right now.) Cheese. Got it.
(He probably will for the sake of irony.
What did he mind? Isn't that the million-dollar question? Dirk's expression doesn't so much as flicker. There were a dozen jokes he could make, a dozen bullshit answers he could rattle off. Give some flirty statement about something sexual. Instead, he decides to go with sincerity.)
Uselessness. It's unacceptable.
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He was then left wondering if the robots that raised Dirk were similar to droids. He related it to his brother who had also been raised by droids, and suddenly many of Dirk's qualities snapped into being sensible and even relatable. He had fought for his brother's version of affection, and while he recognized they were all rather broken in their own way, those raised in the company of droids didn't seem to fare nearly as well.] No wonder you're loud and boostful. Droids aren't the best with teaching emotional restraint or connection. [He should know. He had to literally force Maul to be his brother in the beginning.]
No. My brother was stolen from our planet and raised well away from me. My mother abandoned me to the Nightbrothers right after, and I was raised there by the clan. [He didn't mention that there had been plenty of the Brothers who wanted to kill him when all he did was make a fuss.] But I raised my younger brother when he came to the village. Feral... He's dead now.
[Savage stared at Dirk for a long unblinking moment, thinking about the question. That was far more serious than he was expecting to get with this immortal. He expected they were sizing each other up, picking uncomfortable questions to gauge reactions.] No, but happiness is hard to come by even here. It's easier to be angry and full of hate. It's what I know far more than happiness. Do you know what happiness is like?
[He nodded his head to the answer, understanding it. It was far more thoughtful than he would have expected from either of them. Yet, he knew a fight was coming because there would be a point where the questions and answers were too uncomfortable and it would be time for action.]
This place has a habit of putting you on the backfoot. Time will tell how you deal with it. Some people are just... helpless.
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(There was a point where it was too much, but Dirk had never found that point on his own. Obliterate everything or run the risk of something that would come back with a vengeance.
Dirk maintains an even look when Savage accurately pins the droid thing down. It's true and there was no point in denying it. He gives a mild shrug.) Emotions can make a situation unpredictable and inconvenient.
(Ironically, he actually felt emotions too deep, too sensitive, never having gained the actual emotional maturity of learning how to deal with them. They just got compressed and put through the grinder. He figured he was better off on his own for that very reason.)
I see. (War torn worlds and brothers being taken...Yeah, it's all familiar to him too. He does frown at the death of the guy's brother though.) That's unfortunate.
(He means it. He would fucking hate himself if he let his brother die, but the universe was a cold and merciless place. It did not care what failures you carried on your shoulders.
He should have seen that question. Did he know what happiness was? He tries to think of a moment. He had thought for the first few weeks he had been happy with Jake, but he was delusional and building the situation in his own head rather than paying attention to the obvious tells that Jake was forcing himself through the motions of playing the boyfriend role. It wasn't true happiness. If it had, things wouldn't have gone south so quickly.
So, he winds up answering curtly:)
No.
(He didn't even know what it felt like to be content. He frowns at the man, hands curling absently.)
I'm not helpless. (And because they were heading into that realm of discomfort, Dirk shifts his stance.)
Are we ready to see how far I can throw you or would you like to carry on with the sentimentalism?
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Emotion makes the unpredictability interesting. You don't burn hot like my brother; he will burn you with the heat of his outbursts. You burn cold like the sun had died out, meaning I think what you feel is deep and compressed. That makes you equally as dangerous.
[He rose back up after that, making his assessment. No one could say that he or anyone else in the Nightbrother village was emotionally stable given the conditions they were raised in, but even they had more of a grasp on a normal range of emotions compared to Maul and likely Dirk. Time would tell, and he would be watching.
He shrugged at the mention of how unfortunate it was that his little brother was dead. He tried not to think about it, tried to ignore the ache he wanted to fill. So maybe it was easier to fight.] He was weak. He would have died when I left the village anyway. [Spoken dispassionately.]
You won't find any happiness with me. It's not something I think I can provide, but I will fight you. Maybe that will be enough.
[Enough for the both of them. For a little while at least.]
No, I'm finished. Let's see if you're all talk, little human.
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Savage was right. It was Dirk's coldness that has made him so lethal in the past. His ability to snuff out any warmth in a moment had proven time and time again to be worse than his blade. Dirk falls completely silent, not responding to the statement, not responding to anything else, either lost in thought or reverting to the default of ominous quiet.
He stares over towards the ocean, watching the far-off waves sliding against ice. He did not seek happiness nor did he expect it.)
I would not ask that of you or anyone else. (He was cruel, but he liked to think he wasn't that cruel. He looks away from the ocean and back to Savage. Then that's it. No more talk.
Dirk doesn't hesitate. He's gone in the blink of an eye and grabbing Savage just as quickly. There was no exaggeration of his strength. He's more than capable of whipping Savage clean across the beach. And if Savage doesn't somehow manage to avoid his grab, that's exactly what he does, not so much as breaking a sweat or getting a hair out of order. Savage had said something about being thrown. Dirk figured it was as good of a place as any to start.)
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[Savage watched Dirk, staring at the human in front of him rather than bothering himself with what Dirk might or might not be looking at. It was impossible to tell with those shades on, and he wasn't about to bother himself about it either. The time for talk was over as quickly as it had began.
Suddenly Dirk was gone, and he felt a sudden grip on him. He was just as quickly airborne, soaring like he were in a speeder, but his physiology and enhancements were such that he didn't panic as he was rocketed backwards. Instead, he twisted in the air to get his legs under him towards the sand and then he used the Force all around him to push himself down, to fight the momentum of Dirk's throw.
Soon his boot toes were digging into the sand as he leaned forward, carving deep trenches the further he was fighting the momentum of the throw. He came to a stop some distance away and shifted to step his way out of the two trenches of his legs, unfazed but experiencing a jolt of exhilaration.
He lifted his chin and issued a Zabrak howl of challenge, pounding a his flesh fist on his chest over one of his twin hearts. Then he stared at Dirk before he began to charge back the distance, which was significant and easily telegraphed given how far apart they were. Did he care? No. Would he cover the distance without being winded? Definitely.]
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So what does Dirk do? He doesn't go at Savage at all. He braces himself for impact, eager to feel what that body would feel like hitting his full speed, full strength if the guy would punch him or try to throw him back. It was better than Christmas morning and he had never even celebrated Christmas a day in his life.)
C'mon, hot stuff.
(But Dirk likes to win too much to just take it. So just as those last few feet were cropping up, he backflips elegantly, swiftly out of the way. He bounces on his feet, feeling elastic and excited. Now that Savage was closer, they could really get their play on.)
You can do better than a straight charge. I'll even slow down for you and everything. (Isn't he sweet? But of course, there's a mocking edge to his voice, because what was a fight without a little trash-talking?)
Won't even fly. See? I can be perfectly submissive.
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The backflip, elegant though it was, didn't even cause him to break stride, and he was focused enough that he was not easily baited right yet. His blood might be pumping hot, but he was currently in control and needed to close the distance. Oh, he could use the Force, but he was saving that.
And he simply planned on running full speed into Dirk if the younger man didn't move out of the way. He set his shoulder to make the impact right into Dirk's face if he could, but more than that, he finally gripped the Force and released it in a wave of energy that would supplement his blow and potentially throw Dirk backwards a significant distance down the beach in the opposite direction he had gone.]
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He's on his feet within seconds and darts back over to Savage. This time there is no holding back. He slams into Savage in a full-body tackle, hooking his arms around his waist to send them both flying. Nothing like a little intimate contact in a possible-seduction fight. He wanted it to be up close and personal and to get some leverage on the guy. He wasn't out of breath, and he sure wasn't hurt by the blast of power Savage gave earlier.
He was starting to feel confident that they would be able to keep up with each other just fine.)
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Immortal indeed. This was going to be fun.
When the younger man came at him, he set himself as if expecting another send off down the beach. His eyes narrowed when it seemed the charge would hit him and he took it as he landed on his back and began to flip and tumble them down the beach, expecting that Dirk would hold on to him as they went ass over tea kettle. He did, of course, wrap a leg over the top of Dirk's thighs to keep them close unless there was a big push off.
Sand flew everywhere, and he made certain to make a massive attempt to keep their momentum going until he could land on top of Dirk.]
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Dirk can feel Savage pushing into the tumble and he returns the favor. It keeps their momentum up for far longer than any regular people would be able to maintain, and it makes it all the more satisfying for when it finally ends.
Dirk grunts as he lands on his back. His glasses haven't even so much as moved once. He shifts against the sand but does nothing to get Savage off of him. Instead, Dirk looks smug and completely satisfied with himself for winding up in this position.)
That's not my katana that's digging into your hip. I'm just extremely happy to see you.
(He's pliant beneath Savage, but he likes to think that he proved well enough that he didn't have to be. That he could easily throw Savage off of him if he was inclined to do so. He would again if Savage really wanted to push the fight further. Dirk really was always down for a good brawl, but his blood was roaring in his ears and he was edging on the feeling of mania, his thoughts starting to grow hyper and desperate and arrogant tenfold. He felt like he could do absolutely anything he wanted and all he wanted to do right now was Savage.)
Are you satisfied with this courtship or do you want me to actually feed you your own ass?
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He raised his brow at the rub of hips, and he nearly thought to punch the smug look right off of Dirk's face. But then that comment flew, and he made certain to frown and glance down.]
What katana? Feels like a butter knife.
[He was keenly aware that the pliancy was a ruse, that they were still on the edge of violence at any moment. He reached up to seize the younger man by the jaw, turning his face a little to test how Dirk would react. Amazing those shades hadn't moved at all, but that wasn't what interested him nearly as much as when he leaned down and gave a little sniff.]
Hmpt, courtship? Is that what you called that? I'm barely bruised... [Then he leaned in the rest of the way and put his teeth on the corner of Dirk's jaw with full intention of drawing blood in a bite.]
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Is that what it feels like? Must be that you're not too exciting then.
(The sudden seize cuts Dirk's smugness off with a small noise. It wasn't one of fear though, but mere surprise. Not too many people dared to touch Dirk abruptly. And definitely none like this. It sent an entirely different kind of heat through his body. He grows deadly still. It would be easy to mistake it for anger or resistance if it wasn't for the fact that his body was physically relaxing further beneath Savage.)
Not personally, no. Flirting would probably be more appropriate. (He's speaking in his regular clipped Texan drawl, but there's something a little more controlled. He opens his mouth to state that he could change that, but then Savage's teeth are on him and he forgets what he was about to say.
He sucks in a slow breath through his teeth and reaches a hand up to grab the base of one of Savage's horns.)
Watch yourself, partner. If you're gonna do that, you better do it right. (He doesn't push Savage away. Rather pushes slightly against his head, a silent encouragement. Go ahead and draw as much blood as you liked, Savage.)
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[Normally, he didn't talk back, usually because he was up against Maul who could tongue lash. Everyone else didn't engage him quite like this, starting with cheekiness then violence and back to some cheekiness. It reminded him a little of some of his younger days with the Nightbrothers.
He wasn't afraid of what Dirk could do to him, not concentrating on that as he felt the stillness under him. It came with relaxation, so he didn't stop and was poised for a new outbreak of violence between them. He would dare it to come, and if this was 'god-tier' flirting, he was curious of what else Dirk had to offer.
Where he was from, flirting was biting. Maybe he was getting into the idea of it, though he was still uncertain if this could or would go anywhere. It had been a long time, and he had never tested his larger altered body before. If he had to pull back and walk away, he would.
His head tilted slightly at the pull to his horn, but he was committed to the bite. Encouraged, he made certain to draw blood, belated realized he wasn't certain what Dirk's blood might do to him. He decided he'd take the risk, tongue flicking against the back of his teeth to lap up the blood. His claws dug into cheeks and neck while he was at it.]
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(This was incredibly different. For all his talk, Dirk was woefully inexperienced physically. But mentally? He's had about every fantasizes a gay dude could have about other guys and then some. He had a lot of time in isolation to think about it. Jake was great, but they had just been dumb teenagers in a world falling apart. There wasn't much to say or think about what had transpired between them physically. It certainly didn't come close to touching this and Dirk would never have expected it to.
Still, it makes his skin flush and he's already analyzing all of his own reactions, categorizing them neatly into his head.
Thankfully for Savage, Dirk's a paleblood, so the most his blood might do is make one feel more emotionally open. Otherwise, it was just pretty to look at, pale as Dirk himself and the moon above.
Dirk doesn't make a sound, but there is the slightest hitch in his breathing to suggest that he liked this. That it did something. It was a rush. He felt real and that was the only way he could think of it. His hand loosens somewhat around Savage's horn and he hopes that he walks away from this with a long-lasting bruise or two.)
I should put a disclaimer out here that I'm not fucking in sand.
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[He certainly wasn't going to refuse the possibility, since he found it far easier to potentially be aroused with a man than he was with a woman. His experience was based on interactions with males of his own species, but he had been heavily groomed to understand that eventually, he would be given to a woman to be used as she saw fit. That put a certain amount of pressure and tension
He also wasn't certain how much he could trust his body with such interactions. Humans were, in general, far more breakable than a Zabrak. His physicality had been enhanced so much that the possibility of hurting even another Zabrak was very high, so meeting up with someone that both was interested in him and wasn't easily broken made for dizzying possibilities. He wasn't fully committed to being on board with more than challenging each other and play.
He lapped at the blood as it leaked between his sharp teeth, feeling it coating his lips and the inside of his mouth. Oddly, it made him feel closer to Dirk, which... was that supposed to happen? He should be more careful, but he still didn't consider it much.
He snorted at the disclaimer, and he dragged his palms down the length of Dirk's arms then over so he could press his claws against those thighs.]
What makes you so convinced we're going to fuck?
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(Dirk had to wonder about how compatible their bodies would be. He had a good gut feeling, but that may just be because he was in the mood. Or because he had absolutely no issue with the idea of figuring out alien anatomy. He felt sure he could handle whatever Savage had to give him.
It was less painful and more comforting to have Savage licking at his blood like that. His hand relaxes against the back of Savage's head and it would almost seem a tender moment if bloodshed weren't involved.
Nah, it still felt tender.
He slides an arm under his own head to assume a casual position. He shrugs.)
It seems inevitable at this rate. This isn't exactly a platonic scuffle in the dirt. Even if we don't fuck right now or tonight, we'll fuck eventually. Pretending otherwise would be counterproductive and juvenile. We're sexually compatiable.
(And because Dirk's an asshole, he smirks and adds:)
Plus your brother approves of me for you.
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[Thankfully, he knew for a fact that humans and Zabrak were sexually compatible. If his Iridonia brethren were correct, they could even breed with humans, not that he had to worry about anything like that with Dirk. It didn't matter what his brother thought on the matter of that. And Dirk clearly wasn't particularly breakable, which was helpful if he was going to agree to a union of any sorts between them.
Low and nearly inaudible with the background noise of the sea against the shore, Savage issued the start of a purr as he sealed his lips around the injury he had created and allowed his tongue to sweep over the bite mark.
He withdrew a moment later to tip his head to peer at the immortal who seemed very casual about the whole matter. That didn't seem unusual at all from their brief interactions.]
You still say it like it's fact. If this does go where you say it will, beach is out. So where would you consider an acceptable place to engage?
[Then Dirk mentions his brother, and he sat up like he had been burned. He doesn't even bother to hide the annoyed look on his face, and instead of socking Dirk as he thought too, he issued a sharp whistle. Ruin the rathtar stopped chewing barnacles and immediately began to roll their way.]
He would approve of anyone willing to sleep with me, I expect.
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Okay, so bringing up brothers while boning wasn't the most tactful move. He could see the error of his ways.)
Anywhere that won't get sand up my urethra, preferably. I have many kinks, but sounding isn't one of them.
(Weeeeell actually...No wait, no. Don't think about it. He refocuses on the subject and the fact that a tentacle monster was heading their way. If this was his first death in Trench, it felt worth it.)
Maybe, but he totally thinks I'm extra suitable. More importantly, you don't seem repulsed by me.
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[He was going to ask what Dirk's favourite kink was, but it seemed more important to poke at the human thanks to bringing up his brother like that. Yes, Maul had publicly approved of Dirk, but that didn't mean that the human can remind him that his brother was picking and choosing his potential bedmates.
Ruin was hissing out squeaks while closing the distance very rapidly. He frowned down at Dirk, shaking his head as he stretched out an arm for a tentacle to find first.]
Because he thinks you'll put up with me, and you aren't boring. [The opposite of boring.] I'm not someone people show much interest in unless they want me to fight them or something else.
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