Of course, Dirk would never outwardly admit to such a mess of tender feelings but the fact that he had spent the last half an hour slowly carving the initials J.E. into his desk with the sharp end of a compass would have given him away to anyone. When he finally realises what he was doing, he feels his stomach twist in alarm, and quickly scratches it out, then dumps a book on top of it]
You ain’t got time for this, Dirk.
[Picking up his glasses, he pushes them on, hiding sunset-orange eyes. Since he arrived in this place called Ruby City, everything has been messed up. The previous night he had found himself stalling in the middle of a quip, to Roxy of all people. Luckily for him she’d been far too drunk to notice, but it had brought to startling attention just how much he misses the buck-toothed, naïve almost-idiot.
Rather more than that he can’t help but wonder if Jake is able to manage by himself]
Third Person:
Dirk stored his katana back in his strife specibus and moved closer to look over the damage he’d done. The creature he’d been battling was still breathing, though from the amount of blood slowly spreading over the ground around it, it wouldn’t be for much longer. He kneeled down, sliding his glasses off and hooking them over the collar of his shirt.
There were beasts in this place that would have been nightmares even on Derse. He had to wonder, with an army of such things, could his long-dead bro have turned the tide of battle against the invading fish alien queen. He frowned. It wasn’t like anything he’d ever seen before. Even now, half dead, it was still glaring at him like it wanted to chew off his face.
He was merciful, and pulled a small, thin blade from his specibus, sliding it up into the soft part at the back of the creature’s skull. It shuddered, then fell still.
“Like someone took every damn nightmare a bro ever had and stuck it right here,” he muttered as he cleaned the blade off on the grass. The thing looked like a wolf, but gone all wrong, like it was trying to be a human and a horse at the same time. He was sure he’d seen it in a book, and though he couldn’t recall said book saying how to kill it, it seemed that spilling enough of its blood worked just fine. Dirk winced, and gripped his arm. Damn thing had managed to get out a fair amount of his own blood, too.
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[He misses Jake.
Of course, Dirk would never outwardly admit to such a mess of tender feelings but the fact that he had spent the last half an hour slowly carving the initials J.E. into his desk with the sharp end of a compass would have given him away to anyone. When he finally realises what he was doing, he feels his stomach twist in alarm, and quickly scratches it out, then dumps a book on top of it]
You ain’t got time for this, Dirk.
[Picking up his glasses, he pushes them on, hiding sunset-orange eyes. Since he arrived in this place called Ruby City, everything has been messed up. The previous night he had found himself stalling in the middle of a quip, to Roxy of all people. Luckily for him she’d been far too drunk to notice, but it had brought to startling attention just how much he misses the buck-toothed, naïve almost-idiot.
Rather more than that he can’t help but wonder if Jake is able to manage by himself]
Third Person:
Dirk stored his katana back in his strife specibus and moved closer to look over the damage he’d done. The creature he’d been battling was still breathing, though from the amount of blood slowly spreading over the ground around it, it wouldn’t be for much longer. He kneeled down, sliding his glasses off and hooking them over the collar of his shirt.
There were beasts in this place that would have been nightmares even on Derse. He had to wonder, with an army of such things, could his long-dead bro have turned the tide of battle against the invading fish alien queen. He frowned. It wasn’t like anything he’d ever seen before. Even now, half dead, it was still glaring at him like it wanted to chew off his face.
He was merciful, and pulled a small, thin blade from his specibus, sliding it up into the soft part at the back of the creature’s skull. It shuddered, then fell still.
“Like someone took every damn nightmare a bro ever had and stuck it right here,” he muttered as he cleaned the blade off on the grass. The thing looked like a wolf, but gone all wrong, like it was trying to be a human and a horse at the same time. He was sure he’d seen it in a book, and though he couldn’t recall said book saying how to kill it, it seemed that spilling enough of its blood worked just fine. Dirk winced, and gripped his arm. Damn thing had managed to get out a fair amount of his own blood, too.