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Date & Time: March 6
Location: Rooftops
Characters: Dirk and Dave Strider
Summary: Dirk has spent the past month or so holed away and building something... that something has turned on him and onto Dave.
Warnings: language, mostly.

[Dirk hasn't been the most social guy since he got to Exsilium, partly because he's not used to so many people and partly because of the awkward feelings he's been left with from home. He can't escape himself and so he put all of his energy into building a fighting robot and today he's putting it to the test. Only... the test has gone wrong, and the bot is viciously trying to kill him. He may have put too much power into it's body. He's dodging and dancing around the thing, trying to reach it's off button when it manages to pin him to the ground and at the present moment he's wrestling with it with gritted teeth.]

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[It should be noted that the first thing Dave saw was what inherently looked like a robot either in midst of some human-cyborg romance, or an attack. While the first would be as horrifying as it would be amusing, it's also the least likely.

He hasn't quite noticed the second thing, which is who the fellow wrestling (or romancing) the robot looks like. So, for a moment, he just watches from the safety of a low-hanging rooftop.]

Who even starts a fight with a robot... [He asks the question to no one in particular, watching as the robot starts to wrestle the poor guy to the ground, and he heaves a sigh. He's going to have to bail this guy out, isn't he?] Son of a...

[Yeah, he's going to have to bail this guy out.

Caledscratch's handle is familiar in his palm, and he struggles to pull at its Time (damn this place, limiting what used to come so naturally to him) to bring the sword to a point in which it had been broken. A half-sword meant he's less likely to wind up accidentally stabbing the tool he's about to rescue like some damsel in robotic distress.

So he swoops forward, shoes pounding pavement as he starts rushing toward the robot.]

[Dirk is majorly regretting some of the designs he thought would be a good idea to include in this bot for some reason. He's probably a masochist. No, he is a masochist, that's something he needs to remember and keep in check. In any case, he kicks the robot off of him with all his strength and leaps to his feet, bracing himself for another assault of attempts to kill him.

But the robot is looking past him and seems to be zeroing in on another target. Oh, fuck. He whips his head around just as the bot whizzes past him and towards Dave. Dirk doesn't have time to assess who is approaching and subsequently in imminent danger of having his head ripped off, so he flash steps after the robot, a few steps behind. But he does notice that the person has a sword and seems to be trying to help.

Dirk rolls his eyes a little as he goes. What kind of hero complex douchebaggery drove this dude to want to pick a fight with an overpowered robot clearly on a homicidal spree?]

[The kind of douchebaggery that comes with being a Strider. Duh.

If he is terribly concerned about how fast the robot is careening toward him, he doesn't show it. At the last moment Dave flashes past the thing, swinging the sword at one of its legs.]

[True enough.

The bot dodges the swipe to its leg and spins around to face Dave, using rocket power on its back to immediately alter its direction. Dirk comes up next to Dave, pulling out his unbreakable katana and continues on to get to the robot on its left side. He had been avoiding using his sword because he didn't want to damage his work so soon and during what was supposed to be a simple test run. But now that another person in involved, no matter how skilled he seems to be, Dirk doesn't want to fuck around.]

Son of a bitch!

[There is a distinct twang in the word. Something that sounds more like bee-itch. Dave spins on his heel and flashsteps backward to put just enough distance in order to gather himself again.

Oh, hey. Sword. That's cool. Where was the goddamn word when this tool was wrestling with Mister Roboto??

So while Samurai Jack takes the left side, Dave goes right to trap the robot between them...... or at the very least distract the robot enough so the other chump can take the thing from behind.]

[Part of Dirk registers the twang in the other guy's voice, noting that it sounds familiar at least, but he's busy going after his bot. He's pleased to see that the wannabe knight in shining armor went to the other side like he'd hoped he would. It was a good chance he would and Dirk had taken it.

He bends his knees and swipes at the bot's middle. He has not yet had the chance to equip it with sufficient armor, most of its insides being exposed, so he goes for a particular part that should quickly put it out of commission.]

[So, in one moment there's a robot trying to pummel him, and in the next moment it's just a pile of pieces and parts.

Cool.

Dave brings himself to his full height and nudges something that looks like an arm with the toe of his shoe -- listen closely, and you'll hear him mumble something under his breath about Doctor Frankenstein and robots -- before looking up at Dirk, and--

Oh.

(Bro?)

Everything about him falls still, taking an immediate defensive stance with knees bent slightly, and fingers gripping the sword a little more tightly.

(No, it's Kidbro.)

Wow.

This is awkward.]

Sup.

[Dirk is focused down on the heap of robot for a few moments longer, not noticing Dave's recognition of him. What he does notice is the tension in the air and out of the corner of his eye, Dave bending his knees. He looks up, grip tightening on the hilt of his sword and then freezes, staring at Dave.

His reaction isn't as intense as Dave's, most likely. Dirk never knew Dave in his world and he has been waiting for the younger version to show his face in his session for five months. But shit, when did he get here?

Awkward indeed. Dirk can feel it. And some self-consciousness bubbles in him, but he does his best to play it cool.]

Hey. [He doesn't know what else to say, so he looks down at his wrecked creation with a small frown. Then he returns his gaze to Dave.] Thanks for the help... even if this ended in a way I was hoping it wouldn't.

It's cool.

[He's still a little tense, almost like he's waiting for an ambush. It's not until Dirk looks down at the robot that he looks down at it again.]

Test drive?

[Dirk raises his eyebrows.] Good guess.

[He looks a little awkward for a moment, his lips twitching into a small frown. Then he crouches down to examine the damage he's done, turning over one part with his finger.]

It'll take a week to fix. No big.

Well my next guess is cyborg BDSM.

[Dave hoists Caledscratch onto his shoulder. The movement is idle and casual, but his eyes are locked on Kidbro's face, studying his features very closely. It's one thing, to only get a quick glimpse of your ectobiological-parent-slash-brother-slash-ectobiology-shenanigans before he absconds like the elusive motherfucker he is. It's an entirely different thing to actually stand (as in, with your feet on solid ground) next to him while he picks and pokes at robot parts.

He takes a step backward, and his posture relaxes; loose and ready to react in case Kidbro decided to make the ambush Dave can clearly visualize.

(Accompanied by a robot Lil' Cal. Holy shit, he has never been more scared out of his fucking mind.)

Completely deadpan:]

Cool. I can rest easy for a week knowin' I won't be whisked away by a wayward robotic lover and carted off to the furthest corner of this hellhole for some sweet, sweet botlove like some sort of fucked up Isaac Asimov novel.

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