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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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[vorrutyer]

Is that really it?

[ He settles back in his chair. ]

Giving into the path you were set on as a child? That would be bitterly ironic - free will being preserved by a woman with none of her own. Doesn't seem quite right.

[motivation]

[ it prompts a laugh from dutch. she'd run away from khlyen thinking her choices would be her own from that moment on, and then she'd found, years later, that khlyen had never truly let her go. she'd tried to kill him and then she'd come to understand him and even after his death (not at her hand but at his own, a sacrifice for her), his influence on her is still great.

she doesn't hate him anymore. now, in some fucked-up way, she wants to make him proud. to prove that she's the better daughter. (aneela and her are two sides of the same coin, two wolves. those were aneela's words when she made dutch, weren't they? their dna's identical but mirrored.) ]

Don't worry. I wasn't doing it alone.

[vorrutyer]

No? Then who else was there?

[ Dutch's glass of whiskey is topped off. ]

[motivation]

[ she promptly takes another sip. her head's swimming a little. ]

You don't know any of them. Except maybe Johnny. Did you know Johnny?

[vorrutyer]

[ Did? By's wine has been untouched for the past few minutes, now that she's clearly drunk enough not to notice that he's not drinking. ]

I met him, yes.

[motivation]

He's there. Was there. His brother bought him a piece of land with robo-goats.

[ for a moment, her tone is soft. fond, nostalgic. then it tips into bitterness. ] He was fighting because he's too bloody good for his own good.

[ johnny's been dutch moral's compass ever since she met him. ]

[vorrutyer]

And so...he inspired you?

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[ dutch downs the whiskey in one go, closing her eyes and leaning back. ]

He's gone, you know.

[ not an answer. very much one at the same time. ]

[vorrutyer]

I guessed.

[ He smooths down his moustache. ]

Hence your remarkable unhappiness.

[motivation]

I'm not unhappy.

[ that's laughable. ] I'm angry. [ she is. she's trying hard to be. ]

[vorrutyer]

Heavens. If that's what anger looks like on you, I shudder to imagine what you look like sad.

[motivation]

Shut up.

[vorrutyer]

[ He raises his hands in surrender. ]

Don't mean to offend. [ Then, lowering them again: ] Why is it better to be angry than to be sad?

[motivation]

Is there more whiskey?

[ she doesn't tip to the side, though she almost wants to. after a moment, she admits: ] Anger hurts less.

[vorrutyer]

Ah.

[ He ignores the first comment; he can tell she's on the verge of too-drunk-to-talk. ]

Or at least it just hurts others. [ He turns his head very slightly to the side. ] So is he back in stasis?

[motivation]

Yes.

[ the word is sharp, and an answer to both his comment and his question. if it's a question of being hurt or hurting, dutch will almost always choose the latter. ]

[vorrutyer]

Mm. So he might return to you.

[motivation]

He better.

[vorrutyer]

So how will you be coping with your misery, dear Dutch?

[motivation]

[ dutch touches a finger idly to the rim of her now-empty whiskey glass. ]

How do you think?

[vorrutyer]

[ He hums a bit. ]

Drink is only a delaying tactic, though. A wonderful one, but...

[motivation]

Got a better suggestion?

[vorrutyer]

Hm. [ He tilts his head to the side. ] Well, knowing your career - perhaps it would be cathartic to kill something?

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[ dutch drops her head forward, eyes closing for a moment. ]

I don't do that anymore. Killing people. [ unless it's self-defence. or necessary. or they're hullen. or all of the above. but she tries. ]

[vorrutyer]

[ Just the slightest arch to his eyebrow - ]

A mercenary who avoids dealing death? It does sound like something out of a fairy-tale.