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deercountry2022-01-14 09:45 pm
givehead) wrote in deercountry2022-01-14 09:45 pm
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You will hide from everyone, denying you need someone (semi-closed)
Who: Dirk Striders + Others (closed to threads that had prior discussion. If you are interested in jumping on the bandwagon, please shoot me a PM or message me on Plurk/Discord!)
What: The Snake Den prompt, Shedding prompt + splinters of Dirk
When: Throughout January - Feb
Where: The Red & Other
Content Warnings: Explicit sexual content/jokes/phrases, references to suicide/decapitation, self-worth/depression, themes of identity/dissociation etc.
What: The Snake Den prompt, Shedding prompt + splinters of Dirk
When: Throughout January - Feb
Where: The Red & Other
Content Warnings: Explicit sexual content/jokes/phrases, references to suicide/decapitation, self-worth/depression, themes of identity/dissociation etc.
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Yeah, actually, I think I am. Paleblood privilege, I guess. (Layering over his already existing powers? Yeah. It felt about right. He had started to meditate regularly under the moon and lately it was putting him into an entirely different headspace.
He laughs when he's picked up effortlessly. It made him feel good to be lifted. Like something delicate and the idea of that was equal parts amusing and charming. It makes him want to tug on those horns and take a detour before the party. But they would have all night.)
Sounds fine with me. I love swimming in the ocean. Never swam in one during a real winter.
(Which now he might just have to try it out. Dirk makes himself comfortable. If Savage was happy to carry him, then Dirk would be happy to be carried.)
Oh yeah? Who from? They got good taste. (He wouldn't be shocked if it came from Usagi. She had a good eye for fashion. He winds up smirking at the mention of the bathroom.)
Yeah, man, we can do that. I've been looking forward to trying it. (He wouldn't mind stopping if Savage decided he wasn't into it. Dirk wasn't that kind of guy who got upset over denied sex. Once outside, he stares up, admiring the snowfall.)
Did you have snow back in your world?
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He huffed at the idea of Dirk enjoying swimming. Of course he would. Savage wasn't a particularly strong swimmer, but he managed it when the need arose. The violence of the sea in winter was a touch intimidating, but he had no doubt that Dirk would just make it look easy and he'd end up staring on shore and shaking his head.]
The ocean looks angry all the time in winter. I don't think you can drown though, so you should be fine. I'll hold your towel.
[Meaning that he had no intention of going swimming himself. He eased them out the door and shut it behind him, not bothering to lock it. After all, with the violent creatures that lived inside, it was a fool's death to go in there.]
Usagi. She seems to think I need clothing. [Which, well, she wasn't wrong. Savage simply invested no time or energy into that, raised as he was to go with as little as possible and survive just fine. He mended his own clothing when it was ripped or worn.] She's pushy.
[Now that they were outside, he finally set Dirk down on the ground so they could walk. Perhaps it was best to burn off some energy in the human before they arrived at their destination. He looked around at the falling snow and shrugged his shoulders.]
No, except maybe the poles. It's too dry for snow on Dathomir. Do you... like snow?
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Dirk had to be a strong swimmer growing up. It was that or die on that stupid penthouse if he refused to learn how to swim for spare parts and fish. He didn't think he could drown in it either, but this place could pull a fast one on him. He wondered what death by drowning would feel like.)
I hear it's like going to sleep. Sounds like a comforting way to die, if you ask me, even if it's a little lame. (He isn't too surprised by Savage not as interested in swimming. That kind of body was the sort meant for land-advantage alone. Dude was stacked like a bull.)
Usagi's a fuckin' angel. She got me some sweet threads too a while back. (He clearly approved of this. He would have to shoot her a personal thank-you for the clean up on Savage.) She is. All the best blondes are.
(It was nice to walk. He grabs Savage's arm in the meantime, content to walk a bit slow if only to enjoy the burn in his lungs and the sharp cold. It hurt, but he kind of enjoyed that. He had never considered weather that could just hurt by standing in it.)
I think I do. Texas didn't do snow. This feels...(What's a good word for it?)
Dunno. Hostile but gentle. I like it. (It looked pretty, anyway.)
I like the clothes too. And I like how quiet it is. Listen. (He stops moving and just stands still. Even though there was other noise from the city, there was a distinct buffer.)
Out where I live, it's silent. You can hear monsters occasionally. Space has quiet like that too, but that's dead space quiet. This is quiet where you know there's things living inside of it. It's wild.
cw: talk of drowning, slavery mentions
Maybe once you've taken your first breath of water and the oxygen deprivation sets it. Before that, it looks panicky and a struggle like almost all death.
[He glanced at Dirk to the idea of death being comforting, but it didn't affect him much. He had dealt with Booker who also seemed to have similar wishes and wants around death, and it wasn't the first time that Dirk had spoken of such things. He thought that those who couldn't die might fantasize about it, but as someone who had died, the fantasies would never do it justice.]
Dying is lonely. All forms unless you go in your sleep.
[He sighed heavily through his nose, shaking his head as he found that Usagi's personality was well-intentioned, but it crept a touch too close to how the Nightsisters dealt with their Nightbrother counterparts. She was more than willing to run over their autonomy for what she believed they needed and would insist on it despite repeated refusals. Few would understand who didn't live that life where suffering was considered their greatest asset.] I wouldn't call her that.
[His elbow jutted out as they walked, and the snow crunched lightly between their boots and shoes respectively. He didn't mind snow, since it was still novel for him, but it wasn't the best element for hunting that was for certain. His colouring didn't allow him to hide easily in white.]
It's cold but pretty, especially when the light catches on it. [He stopped walking when Dirk told him to listen, and there was a certain sound about winter, a soft sort of shush until someone was walking then it had a harsher crunch or sloppy sound.] Even if it's silent there's still a sound.
[He looked down at Dirk, blinking his eyes slowly.] Space tends to be silent if you let yourself drift. Hyperspace is beautiful though. Do you like silence?
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(It's possible it could be unpleasant. He rubs at the back of his neck and for a moment, he doesn't think he wants to tell Savage about death, but it's Savage. And he finds it easier to talk to this man about grim subjects than most. So he presses on.)
First time I offed myself it was decapitation - sort of. It wasn't painful, but I can still remember the sound and the feeling.
(Not so much struggling with a death like that.)
Dying in your sleep would be depressing. (But alas, what person with power wanted to die like that? Dirk wanted it every way. He wanted the death and the glory of death. Or rather, he liked the idea of it. Having some grand finale where his death meant something more than a flatline.
If Dirk was a bit more aware, a bit more sensitive, he might have picked up on how Usagi's personality could be abrasive, even inappropriate. At the end of the day though, Dirk himself could be just as pushy and controlling over what other people chose to do with themselves. He doesn't press Savage about the subject though. He at least can understand that not everyone gets along the same way. Lord knows he had navigated that all too many times with his own friends.)
That's true. I think I read somewhere once that you still hear the sound of energy even if you don't recognize it as that. (Did he like silence? He glances up at Savage.) Sometimes. If my head is in the right space, it's all I want. It's good for meditation. Other times, I need noise to keep focus. Loud noise.
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[He had wondered if the claim of kissing a boy after decapitation was a far-fetched tale to garner attention, but this was the same story. They knew each other a bit more than that first conversation, it seemed to him that it was true.
He had beheaded enough living creatures to know that they didn't die right away. He'd been taught that it was the shock, that the mind was present until the brain ran out of energy and then it would shut down. There were those moments, and as a kit, he had been curious what such things might feel like. The permanence made it impossible to inquire, until now apparently.]
You probably want to die in a grand way, yes? Maybe go out a hero saving those that you care about? Or sacrificing yourself to take out your enemy?
[He started to walk again now that he had listened to the quietness of the night, though town wasn't exactly that quiet. He could still feel the energy all around him, the ebb and flow of the Force that moved around and through every living creature.
He nodded his head in agreement to Dirk's words.] It's the Force. Energy of all life and matter all around us. [He snorted softly through his nose. Even Dirk was good a meditation, huh?] Loud noise like music? Or any loud noise will do?
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(He could control his dream self unlike the others, but the full transition had been better than not. There was some truth to the kissing thing, though he wound up not needing that at all. It was the same story, but now with proper details, actual trust. He didn't feel the need to boast the way he had originally.)
I like to think so. I'm not so sure if I would ever be that guy who dies saving someone. More likely the latter if we're being realistic. How would you want to die?
(Dirk wondered what it would be like to be able to feel something like the Force. Feeling souls was different. Not everything had a soul, but the Force operated differently. He nods.)
Preferably loud music, yeah. I don't think it would be too motivating to be sitting in a lab filled with screaming kids or anything.
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That sounds like a strange way to cast yourself out of a dream. And it won't work here, I've heard. You've lived quite an interesting life with multiple versions of yourself.
[Savage couldn't actually imagine it for himself. One of him seemed plenty, but he expected if it was all he had known then it would be fine. Just now it wasn't something that he could relate to.]
You don't have to die saving someone else. I would die for my brother and... [He trailed off before shaking his head. Since they were being honest...] If it was required of me by the Nightsisters. I live and die by their word and hand. [And thankfully, his problems with them seemed to be null and void here for the time being.] I've already died by being impaled through the chest twin. Burned out my hearts. If I had to die again, it would be in combat again. I don't want to have my body fail me old, frail, and with broken horns.
[He wasn't big on music, his exposure to it contained to what the Nightbrothers came up with. It was very tribal with basic instruments and lots of growling, grunting, stomping and clapping. It didn't seem to match much of the music that existed here.]
Depends why the kits are screaming, but I understand. I suppose music would be good to help you focus on your robotics work. Building droids takes time.
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No. It won't work here. Though I seem to have restored that extra life. (Again, it probably makes no sense. Wait.) I can show you if you want. Part of it anyway. Parts.
(It wasn't a common power. Not even in his own world.
Well...When Savage puts it all like that. Dirk tips his head up to the sky.)
I would and have died for my brother several times. (So, that, again, they can relate on. The undeniable importance of brotherhood. But that was so different, wasn't it? Nothing could break the bonds of brotherhood. He looks to Savage when he mentions the Nightsisters, frowning. The man did not seem the sort to be swayed easily by others, and yet, maybe that was an incorrect assessment. Though he was massive in size, there was...not a softness, maybe, but something that could be crushed. Even an eagle was relatively delicate when compared to other predators.)
How old do your kind typically live to? (Old age would be the worst death. Dirk didn't think he even had to speak up in his agreement there.)
Do you want to live and die by their hand? The Nightsisters? Or is it simply what you have always known? (Was this just another shackle? Dirk was beginning to understand that he had a privileged life in some ways as far as freedom went.)
It does. You'll get to hear some of my music tonight. Maybe you'll like it. (Or not, but Dirk kind of hoped that Savage would enjoy some of his performance.)
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Are you like those terrestrial creatures called cats that apparently have nine lives? [He'd seen these cats around, normally with little wings attached to them. They oddly reminded him a little of Zabrak in mannerisms.] You showing me isn't going to require me to cut your head off, will it? Because I am good at such things, but I'd like all of you to enjoy the evening, since I wouldn't bother to carry your body around.
He hummed in agreement. Dying for one's brother or Brothers was an acceptable way to go in his books. Brother, combat, Nightsisters, accidents, and then pathetic manners were his rankings when it came to death.] You and I both seem willing to do anything for our brothers. Most in town judge me for such loyalty... but not you. [Everyone asked him what he wanted and never cared for the answer. No one understood that servitude was forced upon him since birth, and while he might hate aspects of it, there was an odd sort of comfort leaning back into a responsibility he had been brought up with.]
Zabrak can live to about eighty years old, but on Dathomir, we tend to be removed around sixty. Once you have no further use or are weighing the Clan down, you will stop being a burden one way or another. Unless you are the Keeper of Secrets. [Then one was obligated to stay alive for as long as physically possible.
While Savage continued to walk, there was a rigidity to his movements as he contemplated the question of the Nightsisters. He hated them, but he also respected them. The Mother Talzin could have killed him as a kit, but she chose to keep him even after Maul had been taken. He had spent a lifetime protecting Feral from the Selection Trials, so his relationship with even the idea of a Nightsister was deeply complicated.]
No, but it was what I was born to do. [He side-eyed Dirk.] There was a strange Nightsister in that blood farm, and she took favour with me. If she commanded me, I would do as she required and hate every second of it. [He breathed a huff through his nose. A Nightbrother was only at his best when he was suffering.] The leader of the Nightsisters made me this big, though Trench has made is permanent without her magic. She treated me with unusual kindness, but she would kill me without a thought if I outlived my usefulness. [He shrugged his shoulders.] She was my birth mother, but I am nothing more than a means to an end.
[Normally he didn't talk too much about Dathomir or his life there, but also no one seemed too keen to ask either. He also didn't actively invite questions, not with how much disapproval he tended to receive just for throwing his lot in with Maul.]
You're going to play music? I haven't been exposed to a lot of human music. I do enjoy music with a strong beat.