[OPEN] we're the first ones to starve, we're the first ones to die

[disgracedvoid]

Characters: Darkleer and YOU.
Setting: Workshop like he's ever in any other floor, sob
Format: I'll start with action, but I'll match you.
Summary: STRONG troll attempts to take on the cold. The cold wins this round.
Warnings: Darkleer being a god tier passive aggressive bitch, since he's in a foul mood. Exploding things. A troll that will snap your spine like breadsticks if you piss him off.

[The first rule of making anything is choosing the right materials for the task. The problem here is that the right materials for the task are busy shattering because it's cold and they can't really withstand Darkleer's casual strength. That's new. Though he's got the theoretical knowledge for why this is happening, it doesn't make it any less frustrating.

So by the third time the frame of this heater-to-be breaks, Darkleer is seriously considering punching something. Or someone.

That and he's growling. Never a good thing when the dignified, snotty asshole troll is growling in the back of his throat. It only heralds impressive amounts of wanton violence.]

Comments

[disgracedvoid]

[The frame in Darkleer's hands grew a spontaneous dent the moment Signless started talking. Mostly because Darkleer's hands clenched.

And then there was the unpleasant sound of metal cracking and crumbling.

Whoops.]

And we are both trolls who always choose the mature route, are we not.

[iron_infidel]

[Oh, well what a dent that is. Surely he needs to be more aware of his surroundings or Signless could give some more notification of his presence before speaking. He frowned and cleared his throat before hew ent on to speaking.]

Oh, well yes that is true that we are. At least when you throw comparisons to the younger ones. In such a case we are much more mature.

[A pause.]

I still do think you should consider a break, that dent is unfortunate. Perhaps some help is needed?

[disgracedvoid]

[He's just. Going to put the remnants of that metal piece aside and just indulge in the Olympic art of putting his face in his hands and his elbows on the table. Man, and with Signless penchant to talk nonstop, it was almost like the old times, withstanding Mindfang's constant stream of chatter.

Darkleer takes a moment to wonder quietly if he's destined to put up with loquacious trolls that don't know their place in the sacred order of the hemospectrum. Because if so, Signless was seriously fucking pushing it and Destiny was kind of asking to be punched in the face. Don't ask how he's going to punch an abstract concept like Destiny or why he'd have a face in the first place, he is STRONG and nothing can stand in his way.]

You are remarkably upbeat, considering the weather.

[This is not an accusation. Honest. It just sounds like one.]

[iron_infidel]

[He gives a slight chuckle, trying to lighten the mood given Darkleer's constant upset. Though he got the change of topic, perhaps talking about his present unsuccessful project was not in the right mood for discussing.]

I try not to let the cold bother me. It is not alien to me, and I have been subjected to the nipping of severe temperatures during my travels. A simple blanket or a the body of another is enough to keep me warm in such times.

[disgracedvoid]

[Flatly.]

It's cold enough I will need to reforge steel into an alloy so it will withstand it. A simple blanket is not going to help you for long.

[He is not. Going to talk. About the body of another. Because fuck you, don't rub it iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin.]

[iron_infidel]

[Need some salt for that wound there. Remember to rub it in with circular motions to get the best effect.]

I will offer my assistance if you wish for it. I would only need to require some instruction.

[disgracedvoid]

[...not sure oh-snap burn or overt black solicitation. /fry-squint.]

Isn't taking orders from... someone like me anathema to you?

[Hey, at least he managed not to say "highblood".]

[iron_infidel]

[It can be whatever you wish. ]

It can be. However when one offers to help and needs instruction, to be directed in the most suitable in order to be helpful, does not constitute subordination.

[disgracedvoid]

[...he knew all that "bridge between our blood" thing was bull. You just want into his pail like everyone else. It's the hair, isn't it.]

Do try not to get yourself killed.

[Grumpy as it is, Darkleer takes his bent and broken metal bits and stands up, heading towards the metalwork area of the room.]

Because a fresh coat of blood will not make this any more resistant.

[iron_infidel]

[You found him out. Nothing gets past you.]

...Yes that would be the objective I would think. Well the ultimate objective.

[He follows after him, being sure to give the other his space.]

[disgracedvoid]

[You simply cannot avoid his superior intellect.]

I'm going to reheat this, and then fold it. And you will make yourself useful and keep that--

[--which is totally not a bucket, get your mind out of the gutter, god.]

--full of water. Use a rod to keep moving it or it'll start to freeze over.

[God, he hates the cold.]

Wow okay, LJ never posted my comment.

[iron_infidel]

[He nods and moves to take the bucket. He keeps a straight face but one who knew him well would conclude that a small plight of laughter sounded under his breath. His next motions is to fill the container with water, finding a rod he makes sure to stir softly.]

Be careful.

aww

[disgracedvoid]

[Darkleer's smile is a little smug.]

I should be the one saying that here.

[And now to wait while things soften there.]

[iron_infidel]

[Why thank you he is the best stick stirrer.]

I thank you for the advice...I think.

[disgracedvoid]

[Don't go down that road, that road leads to pail jokes and Darkleer will make pail jokes. It might take you a while to realize it was a pail joke, but your brain might never recover once you realize it.]

Mhm.

[He doesn't sound convinced. But then, he's busy doing some stick stirring of his own, watching the metal slowly heat up.]

[iron_infidel]

[And together they are strong men of the stick stirring talent.]

If i may inquire, what is that you are building?

[disgracedvoid]

A heater.

[He sounds somewhere between disgruntled and offended. But then he pulls the red hot metal onto the anvil, and he gets to smash it with a hammer and feel better about everything.]

[iron_infidel]

[What was with that tone? Well best not to think on it.]

That is a good choice, given the recent change in temperature....

[Awkward...stirring.]

[disgracedvoid]

[That's his usual tone: disgruntled and annoyed.]

Yes. Some of us are not yet inured to it.

[iron_infidel]

It is unfortunate to hear such a thing, but I understand why such beings would not be 'inured' to it. Such preparations can be made to make the unfortunate cold be more pleasant. I do hope you are not complaining about the cold, perhaps would you like a blanket to keep warm?

[He stirs a bit more slowly now, releasing one of his hands from the stick to gesture as he speaks.]

[disgracedvoid]

That's a wholly inefficient method and would get in the way of my work.

[His work is not particularly important to anyone but himself, but he'd go insane if he couldn't sit here and tinker away with nonsense all day.]

[iron_infidel]

[Well that is unfortunate, but he is determined to find a solution.]

Perhaps a jacket? I'm sure we can find one somewhere that will fit such broad shoulders. Not to additive in mass so that your work may continue without complications.

[disgracedvoid]

[...why are they talking about this? Darkleer is vaguely mystified.]

I'm sure once I'm done with this the problem will be solved.

[Signless, why do you make everything weird.]

[iron_infidel]

The problem will remain, Darkleer.

[At this point he stops stirring all together and raises a finger, to make a point.]

You simply cannot carry a heater wherever you wander. The cold is ever present surely you have means to come up with an alternative method.

[disgracedvoid]

You assume I enjoy wandering around.

[He spends all his time here, day in and day out. His life is so exciting, gosh.]

I do not.