[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

[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.

[iron_infidel]

So you stay put, alone in a musty workshop with a heater?

[He pauses for a moment before he laughs. Straight up laughter. ]

No I dare say, yes. You wouldn't be the one to roam about, always the brooding type.

[disgracedvoid]

[Yeah, okay, flat out glaring now. And being overtly snide. Fuck this.]

Because you know me so well...?

[iron_infidel]

[Whoops, hehe he didn't mean to offend.]

Only laughing with you, Darkleer. I didn't mean to cause offense. I was only realizing that your statement made sense in that you aren't one to roam the halls as I do and others. Which is no problem, from what I have seen you are usually one to keep to yourself and work on your tasks. A rather productive troll.

[disgracedvoid]

["only laughing at you"?!?!? But he doesn't lash out, of course not. He takes a deep breath, relaxes his back and decides to take this in stride.]

You need to stop setting me up for remarks you know I won't make.

[iron_infidel]

Setting you up? I apologize but I do not understand what you are meaning by that.

[His brow furrows a bit and he shifts a bit uncomfortably.]

[disgracedvoid]

I realize you do not.

[He sounds oddly almost not condescending when he says that.]

Which is perhaps the only thing keeping me from responding as I would, ordinarily.

[Well, that and Disciple's potential wrath, but he ain't ever mentioning that.]

[iron_infidel]

[He only continues to look confused.]

You still fail to make any sense.

[disgracedvoid]

Wordplay, S---

[Darkleer pauses midstrike, frowning before shoving the metal back into the fire.]

I don't even know what title you're going by these days.

[And this is obviously your fault and not his at all. Bluh.]

[iron_infidel]

[He takes in a slow but deep breath at the comment.]

It's Signless. The alternative hasn't even happened yet.

[disgracedvoid]

[There's a minute pause. And then he goes on, as if that snippet of conversation had not happened at all. It's what Darkleer considers polite omission. He won't mention it if you don't.]

As I was saying, wordplay, Signless.

[Yay for pulling back the metal and smacking it with the hammer again.]

I do not see it as being your forte.

[iron_infidel]

No.

[A pause.]

It not a forte of mine, the play of words...is there really any significance?

[disgracedvoid]

It has... certain cultural relevance.

[Darkleer likes to insult people in clever ways and he's tickled by puns. Stop judging him.]

[iron_infidel]

[He is still confused, but shrugs it off.]

If that is what you say then I am not one to stop you.

[disgracedvoid]

Never you mind.

[He's rolling his eyes at you without actually having to roll his eyes at you. HIGHBLOOD POWAH. Let's move onto a different topic.]

You seem to enjoy your stay in this place.

[iron_infidel]

[Curses highblood powers...he has had enough of it.]

As much as one can enjoy when death is at your heels.

[disgracedvoid]

Even then, you are in remarkable good humor.

[There's a hint of a smirk. But you're probably imagining it, because of course Darkleer doesn't ever stop looking serious and severe.]

Most of the time, at least.

[iron_infidel]

It is...best to keep up a good mood and optimistic views when faced with many misfortunes.

[...]


Death being one of them and loss.

[disgracedvoid]

Time dulls the edge.

[That's the nicest thing he'll bring himself to say, almost in sympathy.]

If you allow it to.

[iron_infidel]

[He finds his gaze drifting downwards.]

I'm not sure if time has as much meaning as you say it does. There comes an age when it runs out.