[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]

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.

[disgracedvoid]

Not all of us have that privilege.

[...did he just imply a short life is a privilege? I'm pretty sure he just did.]

And while you are here, neither do you.

[iron_infidel]

A privilege...life regardless of how it grants you is a privilege. It is only when you know of it's end that it becomes a burden.

[A pause.]

It is true, death is not a permanent end here, but is that such a good thing?

[disgracedvoid]

I am the least indicated to judge that.

[What with him waiting for death back home and all.]

But if death and loss weight on you, I do know Time makes the burden lighter.

[iron_infidel]

In same cases yes, I will agree with you. Some losses no matter the expanse of time, there will always be a hole left within your heart from where they once were.

[Forgive him he is not always this gloomy.]

[disgracedvoid]

[Yeah, the gloom and doom is his shtick, Signless. Cut that shit out unless you want HIM to start preaching or something. :|]

...I am well aware of that. It is simply that this line of thought does not seem to suit you very much.

[iron_infidel]

[Again the silence returns.]

I am sorry.

[...]

I think she is gone Darkleer.

[disgracedvoid]

Who?

[He knows damn well who, but he's trying to pretend otherwise.]

[iron_infidel]

Meulin....

[Yeah...not looking at you now.]

[disgracedvoid]

Ah.

[Depressed as fuck? Him? He doesn't know what you're talking about. Though, this is more sincere that you'd expect from him:]

I am sorry.