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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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[As Jake rambles on and on, Bro just nods. His lips are still curled into a grin, but by the time the word "heartbroken" is dropped, he's fighting an incredible fight not to burst out laughing. Oh, the urge to guffaw is so damn great.

Keep it cool, Strider. Keep it cool.

When he responds, he can't stop himself from adding an overly-stuffy British accent to his words. This is an opportunity he can't pass up.]

No hard feelings, my good man! All is forgiven. I can understand being heartbroken over a delicious slab of veal like myself, so I will applaud you in your venture to acquire a rebound partner. Good on you. And if it's not too much of a trifle, I would so dearly appreciate it if you could refer to me as Bro in the future, as I do prefer that title over my given name.

_{[ Oh that was weird. Jake never heard Dirk wanting to be referred to as that. Something just was not right here. ]}

Uhm. Bro? I do not realy understand.
But alright.

Are you certain you are okay with these turn of events? I always thought of you as a sensitive type. Gosh, I was expecting us to go at it and get into a fight maybe.
You are not feeling, uhm, sort of upset about it? I mean, even if it is your choice, I was offering us to have another shot.
_{[ He wants to make sure he is not the only one here, especially since they had talked about their problems and found a solution too.]}

[Sensitive? Bro has never considered himself sensitive. A loner, yes. An underdog, yes. But sensitive?]

Kid, hate to break it to you, but you've got me confused with a different Strider. The kinda Strider who gave it a shot in the first place.

_{[ Oh.

.. ]}

Oh.

_{[ ... ]}

Well, this is embarrassing.
You look just like him though!
Anime spects and everything.

_{[ He pronounces it "anee-mee" just so you know. ]}

[There's another almost-cringe from Bro.]

And here I always thought I was one of a fucking kind. So how about you enlighten me and gimme your name?

You can call me Jake!
English, I suppose is my last name. Though it's always been a mystery to my why it is I was named after an unstoppable demon in prophesy.
I think my grandmother did it out of spite.

..Are you certain in your wits you aren't Dirk Strider?
Do I need to jog your memory of how we're best friends?

[Jake English... English... Very odd. There might be a relation to the Harleys somewhere. Unless... Hm. Named after an unstoppable demon, huh?

Yeahhh, Bro gets the feeling he's missing a pretty big piece of the puzzle, here.]

I told ya, it's Bro. Bro Strider. I don't give a rat's ass what my passport says and my memory's as good as it's always been. Only Jake I know is Jake Harley, and he ain't you. [He isn't even really that close to old man Harley. Like, they've spoken on rare occasions and Bro's admired his huge ship (and cracked jokes about it), but that's about it.]

I wonder if he is related to my pen pal! Her last name is Harley, uhm.
I don't know.

My apologies I spouted all of that off to you.
I guess this means Dirk is still missing and we are still in this queer love limbo.

Siiiigh.

In any case, I don't guess you're related to the famous movie director who put out those Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff films.
Because I met him! Well, younger him. He's presently in this vicinity.

[Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff films, what...? That sounds like it has a lot of potential. Now he's curious whether it's ironic internet flash movies or actual Hollywood films. Honestly, "famous movie director" could mean either one in Bro's book.

Wait, that's not what's important here.]

Yeah? So who is this famous movie director?