[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]

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.]

[chainsawn]

[ 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.

[disgracedvoid]

[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.

[chainsawn]

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.

[disgracedvoid]

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.

[chainsawn]

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?

[disgracedvoid]

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

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

[chainsawn]

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.

[disgracedvoid]

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.

[chainsawn]

[ 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.. ]

[disgracedvoid]

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.

[chainsawn]

[ 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. ]