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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.

[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?

[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. ]}

[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'.

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.]

[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.