(It's the last thing Dirk sends because he needs to take an hour-long shower to get fully ready for whatever was about to happen. He gets dressed somewhat warmly and casually in a hoodie and jeans, notching his katana at his hip. The sword was less for Savage and more for any potential monster run-ins. With his glasses set on his face, he takes off to meet Savage at the beach.
He winds up being five minutes early because punctuality was everything. He had flown over and now was sitting cross-legged in the air, merely watching the waves, his face impassive. It felt nice to be under the moon. He hadn't fully grasped his new blood's advantages or not, but it hadn't taken him long to realize that the moon was like a giant battery charger for him.
He stays near the Boardwalk, figuring it would be easy enough to spot him out on the beach. If Savage was worth anything, he'd be able to find him quickly.)
[With little else to do in the evening anyway, Savage had decided to head out and make his way to the agreed upon location. In retrospect, he probably should have specified a more exact part of the beach given how vast the Farther Shore actually was. Still, he found it easier to track people once he wasn't completely surrounded by the press of them in town proper.
As promised, he made certain to bring Ruin, his pet rathtar who was still growing and only the size a hay bale with a tentacle reach of eight feet. If anything, the beach provided plenty of opportunities for the rolling ball of teeth and tentacles to eat a bunch of clams or maybe a bird or two. He thought it was an endearing as a pet could get.
So he arrived to the beach by pushed through the Boardwalk and heading down further. He was a few minutes early, but he at least knew what Dirk looked like based on a picture. Human with hair, well-muscled and probably some shades. That was descriptive enough.
He wore his usual armour and his saberstaff was hanging from his belt. He spotted what looked like a human floating in midair that basically matched Dirk's description from the back. There was hair and seemed human and well-muscled. Good enough. Ruin, giving a hissy but oddly adorable squeak, sensed a shore bird and rolled off to chase it as he continued to lumber his way until he was standing next to where Dirk was floating.]
(Savage would be hard to miss in a place filled with primarily traditional-looking humanoids. Dirk watches him approach from the corner of his eye, not moving a muscle, but his shoulders tense. He was prepared to fall into fighting mode at any second, no matter how casual the situation, but for this one, he wasn't sure if there would be a formal introduction or not.
However, as Savage began by talking, Dirk does relax the slightest bit. Never fully, but enough. He glances from Savage over to the pet...rathtar, had Savage called it? Dirk could appreciate a monster that was essentially a ball of tentacles.
He immediately smirks.)
You're taller than my brother too. He'd probably pretend like it doesn't annoy him.
(Dirk unfolds himself and lowers to the ground. He might be shorter than Savage, but there was no part of his body that looked delicate. He rested his hands on his hips, standing square-shouldered, and assesses Savage openly with a head-to-toe glance.)
You're more impressive in person. (He finds that he likes the height difference. He rolls a hip to the side and stares up at Savage. It's impossible to read Dirk's exact emotions with his sunglasses taking up most of his face, but there's something decidedly interested in his posture, the way he's turned in towards Savage rather than facing away.)
[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.]
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mos dont lik violent forplay
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I'm not most people.
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met me then well sea.
[He hated text and found it intensely frustrating. Maybe meeting would be better? At least less humiliating.]
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We can arrange that. Name a time and place.
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the gate or furthur shor? u pick time
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The Further Shore is more romantic. I like the ocean. When are you free?
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i wil throw u in the ochin how that for romance? u can met run. free most time
[He meant Ruin. And the only reason he brought it pet up was because Maul called him out publicly about.]
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We can meet tonight. 8pm. If you're even five minutes late, I'm leaving.
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fine i wont b late. if u late ill drown u
[Sounded like a fair trade! He actually wouldn't, but if they were leveling threats, he would go one bigger.]
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(It's the last thing Dirk sends because he needs to take an hour-long shower to get fully ready for whatever was about to happen. He gets dressed somewhat warmly and casually in a hoodie and jeans, notching his katana at his hip. The sword was less for Savage and more for any potential monster run-ins. With his glasses set on his face, he takes off to meet Savage at the beach.
He winds up being five minutes early because punctuality was everything. He had flown over and now was sitting cross-legged in the air, merely watching the waves, his face impassive. It felt nice to be under the moon. He hadn't fully grasped his new blood's advantages or not, but it hadn't taken him long to realize that the moon was like a giant battery charger for him.
He stays near the Boardwalk, figuring it would be easy enough to spot him out on the beach. If Savage was worth anything, he'd be able to find him quickly.)
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As promised, he made certain to bring Ruin, his pet rathtar who was still growing and only the size a hay bale with a tentacle reach of eight feet. If anything, the beach provided plenty of opportunities for the rolling ball of teeth and tentacles to eat a bunch of clams or maybe a bird or two. He thought it was an endearing as a pet could get.
So he arrived to the beach by pushed through the Boardwalk and heading down further. He was a few minutes early, but he at least knew what Dirk looked like based on a picture. Human with hair, well-muscled and probably some shades. That was descriptive enough.
He wore his usual armour and his saberstaff was hanging from his belt. He spotted what looked like a human floating in midair that basically matched Dirk's description from the back. There was hair and seemed human and well-muscled. Good enough. Ruin, giving a hissy but oddly adorable squeak, sensed a shore bird and rolled off to chase it as he continued to lumber his way until he was standing next to where Dirk was floating.]
You are taller than my brother. He'd hate that.
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However, as Savage began by talking, Dirk does relax the slightest bit. Never fully, but enough. He glances from Savage over to the pet...rathtar, had Savage called it? Dirk could appreciate a monster that was essentially a ball of tentacles.
He immediately smirks.)
You're taller than my brother too. He'd probably pretend like it doesn't annoy him.
(Dirk unfolds himself and lowers to the ground. He might be shorter than Savage, but there was no part of his body that looked delicate. He rested his hands on his hips, standing square-shouldered, and assesses Savage openly with a head-to-toe glance.)
You're more impressive in person. (He finds that he likes the height difference. He rolls a hip to the side and stares up at Savage. It's impossible to read Dirk's exact emotions with his sunglasses taking up most of his face, but there's something decidedly interested in his posture, the way he's turned in towards Savage rather than facing away.)
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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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