[if "time" actually runs in this place. even the seasons tend to bleed together under the usually-cloudy skies. dabi doesn't pay much attention to the passage of time in trench, as the background realization that returning to his own time wouldn't take into account for his time here in trench. three people he knew from his home had gone... um... "world hopping" before and let him know the reality of the situation. they're sitting in a holding pattern until they return home to start moving again.
dabi eyes maul at the explanation of what "the force" really is. it's short and simple for an explanation, and he's glad someone can answer succinctly and efficiently without puking up an essay of pride and details.]
A Sith? Thought you were a Darth.
[no, he's not being sarcastic with the question. it's all seriousness. dabi realized "Darth Maul" was not a first name last name thing, but rather a title and name. though he figured that out via a conversation with someone else, because after leaving the library and their first meeting, the villain certainly had thought "darth" was maul's first name. thank his japanese heritage and learning for calling people by their last names by default.
dabi swings his attention to the rocks and leaves, an eyebrow quirking as they floated upward. only to tense when some force lightly took hold of him and lifted him. there's a brief flare of alert and warning at the sudden invasion of his personal space, but he's smart enough to realize what it was a second later and relaxes. not that it entirely pleases him to realize maul could telekinetically throttle him if he so chose... psychics are a bitch to battle. but good to know.
aw. sore about his dick, huh. dabi doesn't miss that reaction. but he already got his jab in and sees no reason to push that button again. force-choke being a little red flag on it, of course. and there are other fun things to do that don't involve dicks.. just have to get creative.]
Damn. [he leaves that as his only comment, obviously impressed with maul's tenacity. it's not every day you meet someone with the will to live after being bisected.] Ya don't look like ya came out too bad now. [dabi wouldn't have known maul's legs were prosthetics if the library's quiet hadn't made the sound catch his ears. looked like legs.] Guess ya grateful for that hatred and anger, even if ya eventually gave them up.
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[if "time" actually runs in this place. even the seasons tend to bleed together under the usually-cloudy skies. dabi doesn't pay much attention to the passage of time in trench, as the background realization that returning to his own time wouldn't take into account for his time here in trench. three people he knew from his home had gone... um... "world hopping" before and let him know the reality of the situation. they're sitting in a holding pattern until they return home to start moving again.
dabi eyes maul at the explanation of what "the force" really is. it's short and simple for an explanation, and he's glad someone can answer succinctly and efficiently without puking up an essay of pride and details.]
A Sith? Thought you were a Darth.
[no, he's not being sarcastic with the question. it's all seriousness. dabi realized "Darth Maul" was not a first name last name thing, but rather a title and name. though he figured that out via a conversation with someone else, because after leaving the library and their first meeting, the villain certainly had thought "darth" was maul's first name. thank his japanese heritage and learning for calling people by their last names by default.
dabi swings his attention to the rocks and leaves, an eyebrow quirking as they floated upward. only to tense when some force lightly took hold of him and lifted him. there's a brief flare of alert and warning at the sudden invasion of his personal space, but he's smart enough to realize what it was a second later and relaxes. not that it entirely pleases him to realize maul could telekinetically throttle him if he so chose... psychics are a bitch to battle. but good to know.
aw. sore about his dick, huh. dabi doesn't miss that reaction. but he already got his jab in and sees no reason to push that button again. force-choke being a little red flag on it, of course. and there are other fun things to do that don't involve dicks.. just have to get creative.]
Damn. [he leaves that as his only comment, obviously impressed with maul's tenacity. it's not every day you meet someone with the will to live after being bisected.] Ya don't look like ya came out too bad now. [dabi wouldn't have known maul's legs were prosthetics if the library's quiet hadn't made the sound catch his ears. looked like legs.] Guess ya grateful for that hatred and anger, even if ya eventually gave them up.