[Closed] It's not a cry you can hear at night

[onlyasign]

Who: Sufferer, Dualscar, and Bro
Where: The Holy Bros and Dualscar hive
When: after this
What: Sufferer just found out Sola went home and needs a feeling jam/a beer
Style: I'll match

Sola is gone. Sent back home, back to his own world, where he's dead. Where he's still a replica, where he was convinced he didn't have a soul and would just be... gone. And someone is having a hard time accepting that.

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[onlyasign]

"I guess." Sufferer's interest is definitely piqued, almost in spite of himself, and he glances over at Bro. "I use staffkind. Have you ever fought anyone who used that before?"

Staffkind, and almost exclusively defensive. He relies on speed and the staff's long reach to keep himself out of danger's way. "I haven't been practicing lately. It could be fun."

[stridercentric]

Staffkind... To be honest, bladekind's pretty much the only kind Bro's actively fought before getting to Vatheon. Should be interesting to face something different again.

"Nah, staffkind's a new one, but I'm pretty sure I can still kick your butt. Better start practicin' asap, man."

[onlyasign]

Sufferer manages a sad little chuckle at that. "I'll get right on it." He sighs, leaning back in his chair. He's still sad, but Bro is doing an excellent job distracting him. "Thanks for coming over. I appreciate it."

[stridercentric]

Blunt as he is, there's a few times when Bro actually knows what he's doing in terms of helping other people. This is one of those times. "It's fine, man. Not like I had anything else planned for the afternoon."

With that, he drains his can and crumples it in his hand. Then he gets started on the second one, because hey, why wait?

[onlyasign]

Sufferer is going to wait awhile before drinking another can; his head is already swimming a little. "You seriously fought the Grand Highblood?"

[stridercentric]

"No lie." He sits back a bit more, tilting his head upwards to glance at the sky. "But I'll tell you this much, dude's one of the toughest douchebags I've ever faced."

Big, powerful and speedy? Deadly combination, right there. He can see why the grand juggalo's so notorious. Yet the Grand Highblood was still nothing compared to Bec Noir. That fucker could twist reality around him or some shit. It's like interdimensional cheating. Nobody could beat that.

[onlyasign]

"Only one of?" Sufferer shakes his head in disbelief. "Damn, Bro, who did you fight who was harder?"

With two beer's worth of alcohol singing in his veins, Sufferer doesn't realize that he may have just asked about whoever killed Bro.

[stridercentric]

Even with a can and a half of beer in his own veins, Bro manages to evade the question just fine. This is the sort of thing he doesn't even like thinking about, let alone talking about.

"You know. Final boss types of guys. I love a challenge."

[onlyasign]

"I guess." Sufferer kicks his feet out in front of him, crossing them at the ankles. "So, bladekind... why did you choose that one?"

[stridercentric]

"I have a thing for handling long slender objects and anything shiny. Seemed only natural." He's kidding. Maybe. Probably. Sufferer may never know and that's exactly how Bro wants it to be.

"'Sides, my katana is a righteous beauty. I can switch to other specibi, but I always keep coming back to bladekind."

[onlyasign]

"I have a feeling there's an innuendo in there somewhere." Sufferer is not nearly as innocent as he might seem, and he actually shoots a quick grin at Bro.

"May I see it? Your katana, not whatever else you were referencing."

[stridercentric]

"Sure." The unbreakable katana lands deftly in his hand after being summoned from within the strife deck. Bro's one of those guys who polishes and sharpens his swords every so often, and it shows.

"Just so you know, the whatever else is more impressive."

[onlyasign]

"Uh huh." Sufferer smirks. "Am I going to get to see that next?"

Then he turns his attention to the sword. It's a beautiful piece of craftsmanship to begin with, and it's obviously been very well cared for on top of that. He doesn't know much about blades, but he can tell a nice one when he sees it. "Beautiful."

[stridercentric]

"No, man. My whatever else is the stuff of legend. Only chosen heroes get to gaze upon its glory and risk being blinded by its greatness."

Now look what you've done, Sufferer. You've encouraged Bro to make even more dick jokes. He could go on like this for a while unless the topic's pulled back on track.

[onlyasign]

"It blinds people with its greatness, huh? Are you sure that isn't because it pokes them in the eye?" Oh no. Oh no, Bro, look what you've done.

Sufferer hands the katana back. "Would you like to see my staff? The one I fight with, not the other one."

[stridercentric]

Oh, so Sufferer is trained in the art of dick talk as well. It's interesting how many of the trolls are, now that Bro thinks about it. This certainly isn't the first time a conversation with a troll's derailed itself in this manner, after all.

"I wouldn't mind seein' either, but sure, let's have the fighting one."

[onlyasign]

Sufferer rolls his eyes, then gets his staff out of his sylladex. It's not nearly as nice as Bro's katana, but shows signs of being well used and well cared for. He gives it a quick spin before passing it to Bro.

"You're not ready to see the other one. It'd be too much for you to take."

[stridercentric]

He accepts the staff with a mildly impressed expression on his face. He's not a staff guy- fighting with one of these things doesn't feel right, but he can tell it's not just a cheap piece of shit. It's a professional weapon. He weighs it in his hands a bit while he talks.

"Too much to take, huh?" Oh, the follow ups he could give to that. A comment about baking grease comes to mind, but... Nah, let's not go quite that far. "Then I'll just have to keep training myself until you think I'm ready."

[onlyasign]

Sufferer rests Bro's katana across his lap, watching him examine his staff. He's enjoying this back and forth--come on, man, he grew up around Psii, of course he knows how to make a good dick joke!--and grins. "You'll be training for a long time, buddy. It's pretty magnificent."

[stridercentric]

"And I'm pretty magnificent too. Don't worry about me, man, I can keep it under control."

Bro twirls the staff around in his hands for a few seconds before holding it out to its owner again. If the Sufferer can wield this staff properly, he'll still be in for one hell of a strife, one way or the other.

[onlyasign]

"You just keep thinking that if it will help you sleep at night. You don't know control until you've seen what I'm packing."

What does that even mean? Sufferer accepts his staff back and hands Bro his katana. Of course he can wield it properly, that length of wood has saved his life more than once!

[stridercentric]

The katana disappears back into Bro's sylladex the moment he touches it. No need to leave this baby out any longer than necessary.

"Yeah? Better hope your dick's as big as your talk. There's truths and then there's desperate bragging."

[onlyasign]

"Who said anything about my dick?" Sufferer's eyebrows are going up and down so hard they look like they're going to jump off his face.

[stridercentric]

Ohoh, nice try, Sufferer. "I did. Just now. Pay attention, man."

With that, he goes back to sipping his beer. There's still much more can to drain.

[onlyasign]

Sufferer grins and sits back, getting another beer for himself.

"Thanks, Bro. I needed that."