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[makingthishapen]

Character: Dirk "Bro" Strider
Fandom: Brostuck- I mean Homestuck
Player Name: Meowzy

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[There comes a time in every person’s life where they have to sit down and wonder what the fuck just happened. Bro has reached that moment. He would sit down, where it not for the fact that he just awoke lying on his back. No choice but to sit up, then. Not the same dramatic effect, but it’ll do. So he sits right in the middle of the Plaza, crossing his legs in a sort of lotus position.

Everything's a bit of a muddled mess. The kind of haze matched by a hangover, minus the throbbing headache and queasiness. There is a questionable taste in Bro’s mouth, but he’ll attribute that one to thirst. He hasn’t had a decent drink since he entered the Medium. He’d been doing pretty damn well for himself in there. He’d been up against the final goddamn boss, that douche known as Jack Noir. Lil Cal had been there, Dave had been there (sort of) and they were beating the shit out of that motherfucker, Strider style. Things were as sweet as could be. Except for that moment where Jack had gotten one more power-up and somewhere in the fray, Bro had lost his grip on his sword. That one’d cost him dearly.

Fade to fucking black, and suddenly he awoke here. No Lil Cal, no Davesprite, nothing.

His hand strays to his chest, as he distinctly remembers getting impaled, but there’s nothing there. Just his usual badass abs. In one fluid sweep, he removes his baseball cap so he can run a hand through his moist hair. Did he have an extra life? No, that’s not how the ‘game’ works, he’s pretty sure.

He lost. He went up against the big bad and he lost. His mouth opens to utter a single word.]

Fuck.

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[shippingmath]

[People show up in the Plaza at the end of the month. It's just a fact of life, for Vatheon. With all three of his friends here, Dirk doesn't bother hanging around for the sake of waiting for people to show up.

It means, as he passes through the plaza, he isn't looking for dripping wet newcomers. It also means that when he does see this particular arrival, he stops dead for a moment. It's enough time for Bro to get a good look at Dirk- Dirk, who looks exactly the same as him, only younger. Dirk's face is carefully blank as he approaches. It's hard for him not to know who this must be. This is Dave's Bro. It's hard not to be intimidated.]

Vatheon'll do that to you.

[makingthishapen]

[It'll be hard to tell with the shades, but Bro's eyes narrow when his gaze falls on Dirk. It's like looking in a mirror. A mirror that reflects the past. A little late for his life to be flashing before his eyes, so what he's looking at is definitely the real deal.

Oh, the references he could make right now. The witty quips or memorable one-liners. Still, there's a time for jest and a time for serious questioning. This would be the questioning part.]

Vatheon, huh? Somethin' tells me that's neither Kansas nor Oz. [... Okay, maybe a little bit of referencing.]

[shippingmath]

Not Atlantis, either. Different universe entirely.

[He'll probable delve into quips of his own, soon enough. For the very basics, though, he figures it's best to get in all the facts before the jokes.]

[makingthishapen]

Must be, if there's two of us.

[And while there's several explanations that come to mind, he doesn't like to make assumptions. Especially not when SBURB is involved. Tricky business, that.]

[shippingmath]

It's not my universe, either. Dragged us both here out of our own.

[He considers something for a moment, then nods.]

You're Dave's Bro, aren't you.

[wavesofjade]

Hello.

[She has this way of sneaking up on people. Especially newly arrived people who are wet and cold and otherwise distracted by recent death and suchlike.

It's a wonder how she does it, being as tall as she is, but she delicately crouches down beside the seated human with a curious tilt of her head, her cloak unclasped and offered to him because hey, he might be cold.]

Are you alright?

[makingthishapen]

[Grey skin... Horns... Not exactly your average Medium dweller, but hell, he figured he wasn't in the Medium anymore to begin with. If he's in a bigass bubble underwater, why couldn't there be horned ladies? It beats talking Jamaican crabs by a long shot.

Still, at the offering of the cloak he holds up a hand to reject it. A man's gotta keep his dignity here.]

Just swell.

[wavesofjade]

[She nods and fastens it back around her neck, then watches him curiously for a moment with one fingertip pressed to her lower lip. It's been long enough now that all humans have stopped looking the same to her, but still, this one looks familiar enough that she's going to take a metaphorical stab in the dark.]

You would not happen to be genetically linked to another human by the name of 'Dirk Strider'.. would you?

[makingthishapen]

[Well well, it's almost like his reputation preceeded him. His lips twitch into a small grin.]

'Genetically linked' might just win you the understatement of the year award, but hell, I'll let it slide. [He pushes himself to his feet and runs his hands down his soaked shirt, but his eyes don't leave the Dolorosa's.] For the record, I answer to Bro.

[kringlefuck]

_{[ You get no, big fancy post, Bro.
All you get is a jungle kid with a bloody nose staring at you with the most confused expression from a few feet away.
YEP THAT IS IT. Have fun with that. ]}

Have an alt account for icon purposes

[wheredoingit]

[Oh, the fun we shall have.

Once he realizes he's being watched, which is almost immediately, Bro turn his head to stare right back. No greeting, no smile or nod of acknowledgement. Just a stare.]

good enough.

[kringlefuck]

<sub>[ Jake sort of wants to run and hide. I mean, that is what he typically does. But wow, a grown up Dirk! That is really something. If he is anything like his boyfriend-from-where-he-came-from-but-not-boyfriend-here-in-Vatheon-cause-of-time-shenanigans, he has every reason to be on his guard.

A few more seconds of staring as his head is tilting slowly to the side before he finally calls out: ]</sub>

Dirk! Why the duece are you like 40 years old now?

_{[ Jake, stop. ]}

[makingthishapen]

[He almost cringes at the name Dirk. Almost. And he almost cringes at being accused of being 40. Almost. It takes more than that to break a Strider's cool. He does look like he just took a bite out of a lemon, though.]

You should shout a little fucking louder, kid! I don't think the people in that building over there heard you.

[oceanbreasts]

[ She isn't paying too much attention, really. She just sees a Dirk-like figure trying out a new look (she's not so sure about the hat) and just assumes... Well. ]

Look, DS, I know that Jake can be kind of a paiyou're not Dirk.

[ Okay she paid attention.

And hello sir how are you today. ]

Well hey there tall, older, and Strider. How you doin'.

[makingthishapen]

[Now there's a familiar face. Somewhat. The features are unmistakable, that's for sure.]

Sup shorter, younger Lalonde. [He gets to his feet, adjusting his shades lightly.] You would not believe the shitty day I've been having.

[oceanbreasts]

Y'know, I betcha a whole lotta whatever you value--probably puppets or whatevs--that I would, in fact, believe the shitty day you've been having.

[ For real, just try her. ]

[makingthishapen]

[Bingo on the puppets, Lalonde. Bingo. Too bad he won't be sharing the details anyway.]

Yeah? That sorta thing common around here?

Makes excitable noises in half asleep state

[knightime]

[Dave hasn't seen Bro since...well ever. Actually, he hasn't actually seen Bro alive since the strife on the roof. The last time he saw Bro was two years ago with a sword through his chest.

He remembers that much too clearly.

But Bro isn't impaled or dead or bleeding. He's sitting in the plaza and he's alive.

And Dave honestly is just standing there, stock still. Because he doesn't know how else to react than to stand there, dumbfounded and staring at his Bro like he's seen a ghost. Which is kind of true. Bro is kind of like a ghost except not really.]

/makes excitable noises back

[makingthishapen]

[Bro hadn't been expecting to run into anyone he knows in this place, let alone his little bro. A pleasant surprise, but a surprise nonetheless.

When his eyes fall on Dave, the first thing he notices is that the boy looks a little older. One year, maybe two... That sort of thing is always hard to tell. The second thing he notices is the shocked expression on Dave's face. If Jack Noir did what Bro thinks he did, that one is understandable.

So he hops to his feet, but doesn't move closer. Not just yet. Instead, he speaks.]

Sup bro. Beat that damn game yet?

my excitable noises are more excited than your excitable noises >:I

[knightime]

[Dave. Dave, talk back. Stop being a huge idiot right now and respond back so you don't look like a huge idiot.

This is very hard to accomplish considering he doesn't even know what to say. Because maybe Bro was expecting him to beat the game at this point? But he hasn't. Would that be letting Bro down? Why the fuck is he overthinking all of this?]

Uh. Well, no. Haven't beaten it yet. We're still kind of working on that.

[Dave hasn't moved even a centimeter since he's seen Bro. Is he even breathing right now?] I mean we were. This isn't really game territory.

Lies and slander

[makingthishapen]

[It's been a long time since he's seen Dave this tensed up. In fact, he's not sure he's ever seen Dave this tensed up. Maybe that one time he accidentally dropped one of Bro's records when he was seven, but man, that's so long ago. Where has the time gone?]

Figured as much. [He supposes it's an improvement over the dreary landscapes of the game.] ... Don't suppose you know what happened to Cal?

[rockstark]

... [Tony's on his way back from the market, a crate full of various machinery bits in his arms, wires and bobs and bits sticking out through the slats. not the best packaging job, but hey, it'll get it all home. he tilts his head]

I'm gonna go out on a limb here and guess you just got here.

[makingthishapen]

[...

........ Did he die and go to his own personal paradise? Because having a guy who looks eerily like Robert Downey Jr. around seems like something that'd be in his own personal paradise. Trouble is, there's not enough puppets for it to be Bro's paradise.]

If by getting here you mean waking up on cold hard stone, then yeah.

[rockstark]

[please, Tony Stark is everyone's personal paradise. he offers a hand to help him up]

Tony Stark. I'd say "welcome" but that's up for grabs. This is Vatheon. That little welcome wagon basket, right there? That's yours. Most of it's okay, but it isn't gonna give you the answers you're really gonna want.

[makingthishapen]

[Bro is just going to ignore that hand and push himself to his feet on his own accord. Nothing personal Tony, it's just plain Strider pride. As for the welcome package, he'll poke through it later to see if there's any decent shit in there.]

So where do I go to get the answers I want? I got a shitload of questions that gotta be dealt with.