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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]

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?

[motivation]

[ 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?

[motivation]

[ 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.

[motivation]

Ha fucking ha.

[ funny, by. except it isn't; she was forced to kill all of her childhood and youth. of course she wanted to stop when she ran away from khlyen. ]

[vorrutyer]

[ He spreads his hands innocently. ]

What - do you hear me laughing? It does. But don't get offended - I take fairy-tales quite seriously. I myself spent the first ten years of my life frightened into obedience by the prospect of an iron-toothed witch whose hut stood on chicken legs. A fairy-tale princess has far more power than a human woman does.