That's fairly normal for a person too, Kirk. Seeing people hangry is a thing that exists, it's just that yours is a touch more dramatic because it involves blood.
That's fine. I'm preparing for that, don't worry. I have you covered.
[Vander is too good at calling out Kirk. It takes a bit before Kirk replies back again as he needed to think about this. Vander's good at reading people and he probably won't permanently drop the issue. Then there was the matter of Kirk's cure and why this has been such a complicated issue for so many years.
Kirk is supposed to trust Vander, right? Wasn't this part of it?]
[Vander took that as an invitation of course. He wasn't working today, so he made his way over to the giant Justice building that Kirk and Hernan lived in. By this point, he knew to knock first, wait a few seconds then just wandered in to satisfy Hernan with that silly rule for control. No matter, he made his way to where he expected Kirk to be: the lab.
He knocked on that door after walking the half-marathon it was to navigate the building corridors. Then he entered without waiting particularly long. He expected Kirk knew it was one of two people, and his presence should be expected.]
[As usual, Kirk smelled Vander first before the man came in and again, Kirk isn't wearing his goggles or helmet. He still has the rest of his Batman suit on though. He looks away from his computer when Vander enters his lab]
I was glad to hear back from you after the last time we talked.
[Vander moved himself over to Kirk's computer terminal and came to lean his hip against the nearby bench as he examined the other man. The dim light did mask some of the finer details for body language, but this wasn't his first rodeo having to read people in dim light. Welcome to the undercity where that was normal.]
Ah well, appreciate the check in. It was potentially going to be hairy there, but apparently someone managed to convince the kid that it's a bad idea to steal from poor people.
Yes, it's probably a rather prudent lesson to know.
[Kirk will never understand what was the mentality behind what Damian tried. Meanwhile, his body language is neutral and he's speaking in his usual monotone]
I'm not convinced the kid learned it, what with previously attacking Hernan. Time will tell, I suppose.
[Vander wasn't that interested in fighting that particular family, but he would if it came down to defending their property and rights to the technology that they had. He ran his fingers through some of his hair, though at this point, it was long enough that he tied it in a manbun.]
Ha, will things ever be quiet? Who knows. I doubt it.
Look, you have to understand: my people have spent lifetimes having things taken away from us forcibly and we've been subjugated for close to two hundred years. When something like this happens, we close ranks. It's like stepping on a mud hornet's nest.
[He shrugged his shoulders, tension obvious. Maybe he should focus more on Kirk... but no, that wasn't fair.]
Others of my world are likely preparing their own defenses, and we tend to go... the violent route. It will calm down, but it will take time.
Understandable. Years of oppression and broken promises would cause a need to be defensive of outsiders. And here, when none of us arrived by choice and come from a wide range of worlds, there are bound to be conflicts at times.
There are. I'll do what I can to manage the conflicts as they come up, but... people who are brought here tend to be headstrong to say the least.
[And most of them had no reason to trust him or what he had to say. He had not built years of reputation here yet, and that was problematic. No matter, they would persist. They had to.
He looked at Kirk, seeing opportunity in the wane of the conversation topic.]
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You'll need to pack the right foods too in that case, if I'm going to keep drinking your blood.
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That's fine. I'm preparing for that, don't worry. I have you covered.
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Spoiling me as always. Even if you don't feel like it is.
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You always call it spoiling you. It does make me wonder about your friends in the past. Were they crappy to you?
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[Short answer: Yes]
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[Who needs to process grief properly when there's always science to be done???]
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[Grief is just background noise, Vander understands. That's how he lives his life right now.]
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[In other words, the latter]
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[Sorry, you have to deal with a socially intelligent person who picks on nuance, but also isn't keen to share in return.]
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There isn't a point. What was done back home has long past.
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[Sorry Kirk, this seems important and he likes to help.]
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Kirk is supposed to trust Vander, right? Wasn't this part of it?]
Stop by the lab whenever you want
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[Vander took that as an invitation of course. He wasn't working today, so he made his way over to the giant Justice building that Kirk and Hernan lived in. By this point, he knew to knock first, wait a few seconds then just wandered in to satisfy Hernan with that silly rule for control. No matter, he made his way to where he expected Kirk to be: the lab.
He knocked on that door after walking the half-marathon it was to navigate the building corridors. Then he entered without waiting particularly long. He expected Kirk knew it was one of two people, and his presence should be expected.]
Hey Kirk. Miss me?
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I was glad to hear back from you after the last time we talked.
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Ah well, appreciate the check in. It was potentially going to be hairy there, but apparently someone managed to convince the kid that it's a bad idea to steal from poor people.
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Yes, it's probably a rather prudent lesson to know.
[Kirk will never understand what was the mentality behind what Damian tried. Meanwhile, his body language is neutral and he's speaking in his usual monotone]
So things will be quiet for a while?
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[Vander wasn't that interested in fighting that particular family, but he would if it came down to defending their property and rights to the technology that they had. He ran his fingers through some of his hair, though at this point, it was long enough that he tied it in a manbun.]
Ha, will things ever be quiet? Who knows. I doubt it.
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[Kirk isn't the type to revel in drama]
Did you at least get something of a break after that was settled?
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[To be fair, next month was a mission month, so that wasn't shaping up to be quiet. Whatever, he could sleep when he was dead.]
No. Damian stirred up my side, and that's going to take work to calm down again.
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What happened?
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[He shrugged his shoulders, tension obvious. Maybe he should focus more on Kirk... but no, that wasn't fair.]
Others of my world are likely preparing their own defenses, and we tend to go... the violent route. It will calm down, but it will take time.
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Understandable. Years of oppression and broken promises would cause a need to be defensive of outsiders. And here, when none of us arrived by choice and come from a wide range of worlds, there are bound to be conflicts at times.
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[And most of them had no reason to trust him or what he had to say. He had not built years of reputation here yet, and that was problematic. No matter, they would persist. They had to.
He looked at Kirk, seeing opportunity in the wane of the conversation topic.]
So, friends, huh?
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What about them?
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