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[motivation]

Who: dutch (motivation) & various
What: dutch's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad dayweek: alvis and johnny are both back in stasis and dutch is not happy. add a bomb and alcohol and you got yourself a log.
When: 1st october onward
Where: out and about in olympia (red light district, various other places possibly)
Warning(s): alcohol and sex used as coping mechanisms. violence.



[ if you'd like a starter, hit me up via pm, at the event plotting or on plurk at abiosis ]

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[motivation]

Almost, yeah.

[ almost eight, at least. has it been that long since she ran from khlyen? ]

[vorrutyer]

Quite a transformation, then. From harem girl to warrior woman in less than a decade.

[motivation]

No, no. I learned how to fight in the harem.

[vorrutyer]

Really? Seems like an unusual skill for a harem girl.

[motivation]

Probably why none of the others were taught. Guess that makes me special.

[vorrutyer]

Hm. So why were you special?

[motivation]

[ for the longest time, dutch hadn't known. she has her answers now, the pieces of herself khlyen had held hostage and kept from her. (from aneela, too.)

she has her answers, but she's not quite drunk enough to spill all of that. ]

I'm lucky like that.

[vorrutyer]

Hm. Is it luck?

[ By looks away, smiling vaguely. His voice is low, soothing - bantering, really, rather than pushing. ]

It seems like it's rarely a good thing to be assigned some special destiny. Quite cuts down on your own options.

[motivation]

What do you think?

[ dutch snorts. ladylike, that. ] I ran away, didn't I?

[vorrutyer]

Quite so. Tell me - did your destiny ever come after you?

[motivation]

Oh, like he'd let me go.

[ she'd thought he had. she'd been wrong. ]

[vorrutyer]

Ah. And what happened?

[motivation]

He died.

[ not by her hand, but she doesn't mind byerly thinking otherwise. in the end, she hadn't wanted him to die anymore. somewhere along the way, she'd stopped hating khlyen and come to understand him instead. it isn't an excuse for any of the things he's done to her, but — she couldn't hate him anymore. ]

[vorrutyer]

Hm.

[ He pushes his hands into his pockets. ]

And so you became free.

[motivation]

Of him. Not of the Hullen.

[ did she tell him about those? no? ah well. ]

[vorrutyer]

[ Inevitably: ]

And who are the Hullen?

[motivation]

If you ask them? Humanity's replacement.

[vorrutyer]

And if I were to ask you, instead?

[motivation]

[ this talk is sobering; dutch hates it. ]

I'll tell you if you find me another drink.

[vorrutyer]

[ A press of his hand to his heart, and he bows without breaking stride. ]

I live to serve.

[ And a momentary quirk of his lips at his most amusing jape. Then he looks around for a likely doorway, something that looks sufficiently like a den of sin and illicit activity; he finds one in the next block, and tows her inside. ]

[motivation]

Good man.

[ maybe he is, maybe he isn't. right now, dutch doesn't much care, beyond the fact that she's still trying very hard to be drunk so that she doesn't have to think about johnny being gone.

but she said she'd tell him about the hullen and once they're both seated in a tiny nook of the den of sin and illicit activity he's so quickly found for them and she's ordered a glass of whiskey, dutch leans her arms on the table. ] The Hullen are parasites living in green plasma that can bond with humans, making them stronger, almost impossible to kill, and part of the Hullen hivemind.

[vorrutyer]

What a marvelous offer.

[ By takes a wry, sardonic sip of his wine, eyes fixed to see just how badly she'll be irritated by his quip. ]

Who would ever turn them down?

[motivation]

[ dutch knows where she came from, now, what pieces of her past khlyen has hidden from her for so long. she knows she was pulled from the green.

before finding out that much, she would have been more irritated. now, she's more ruthless. ] You'd lose everything that makes you you. [ her tone isn't sharp, but the words are still pointed. ]

[vorrutyer]

[ And he blinks innocently at her. ]

I'd retain my beautiful eyelashes, wouldn't I?

[motivation]

Sure. [ he's got her there. dutch leans over and punches his upper arm. not hard. ]