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

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.]

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I am.

[He frowns slightly.]

But I am currently much more concerned with what I don't understand about this place. And those things I cannot do anything about.

[You don't understand how much things that don't make sense bug him. It's like an itch he can't scratch.]

[ She really doesn't understand. Or know. Which is why - for now, apparently - she settles down on the ground as if she's ready to listen to him. ]

Like what things? Maybe there's something I do understand..

[He's quiet for a moment, watching her sit down before he turns back to work, almost as if he's gathering his thoughts.]

I dislike the nonsensical nature of this place. Games of perceptions and the bending of what should be natural law. Even if you call it magic, magic still has laws.

[He's just OCD and things that don't fall into a precise, perfect order make him twitchy in a bad way.]

[ It's indeed some sort of fear or annoyance that Urotsuki can't understand at all. Her dreams are full of things that don't make sense, but they never bothered her.. and so this place doesn't bother her either - at least not in that sense. But even so, it seems she's at least trying to understand it. ]

And this place isn't following those laws..?

More than a few floors defy reason.

[And by defy reason he means they take the laws of physics and put them through a meat grinder.]

Ah, I think I get it.. You mean they're 'not normal', right?

[ This is what Urotsuki learned in the tower, mostly. That other people's definition of 'normal' is a lot different than hers, which is why she says it so awkwardly. ]

Yes and no.

[Oh goddammit, there goes another base dented. Grrrrrrrrr. Today is not a good day for science.]

[ There's a very faint wince at the sound of it getting dented. ]

Things can be normal and not normal at the same time..?

Any attempt to codify something as "normal" implies a certain baseline. You had a baseline, in whatever world you came from. I had one, in my own. Things that differ from such baselines appear as "abnormal" to us, but might, in fact, be normal under the definitions of a different baseline.

[He sighs.]

Logically, there should be such a baseline for this world as well.

[Except this is animus and the only normal thing in animus is suffering and how nothing is ever normal. And well, everyone hating Jason, but that's more of a universal constant than a baseline for normalcy.]

[ Oh, wait, now this is something she actually understands! Far better than any other explanation anyone else has given her on what's weird or not.. so she quickly nods, apparently pretty interested despite being as blank as ever. ]

So it's about finding that.. baseline, right? Finding what's normal for this world's standards.. I get it.

[Darkleer is good at explaining things. When he's not being passive aggressive and implying you're an idiot, that is.]

In theory, yes. In practice... well.

I don't think it's that difficult.. Normal things are things that show up a lot. [ Or so someone else told her, so she nods. ] So.. whatever shows up a lot here, that's what is normal.

The word you're looking for is consistency. It is not enough that something "shows up a lot", but also that the circumstances around it are the same.

So I need to look for things that are consistent..? [ .. Hmm.. ] It might be a little difficult, but.. I can try.

After all.. it's important to find this out, right?

...I do believe it to be important yes.

[Oddly enough, he doesn't feel like ordering her around.]

Then I'll help out.

[ And for once something in her blank expression seems to change. She's smiling. Even though it's still a very blank smile, it's a smile all the same. ]

It's my important duty now.

Very well.

[See, if the entire world was as cooperative as Urotsuki is, Darkleer wouldn't have so many rage problems.]

I look forward to discussing your findings, then.

[ She nods again, before she turns around as if to walk away.. but then she seems to remember something, turning back to him a last time. ]

I'll see you again sometime then. [ As if saying that was so important she had to stop and do it.. ]

Indeed.

[Oh, are those fabled manners she's displaying? Color Darkleer shock, he thought humans were practically incapable of those.]

I shall look forward to it, then.

[ Isn't it amazing, Darkleer. Slowly restoring faith in humanity here. She nods another time. ]

Me too.

[ And with that she turns again and fully walks away. ]

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

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