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_{[ Right. Bro has seen enough weird shit in his life, he can understand waking up in a basin of water and being told he's supposed to fight some sort of war— but this wasn't how things were meant to be.

This really was not what he had read up on when first issuing his copies of Sburb.
This wasn't how the game was meant to be played.

Once he saw his own sword bare into his body and fell to the ground, he knew it would be game over for him and can only hope all of the training he had given Dave was good enough.
He can only hope and wish that everything he had done was well enough.
However, to find himself in such a strange and foreign environment, Bro's instinctive reaction is to play it calm and cool and leech out as much information about this place as possible. Inquiring about the place was pointless; people told him to hush— it was the Emperor's business.

Whatever.

Understanding the mere gist of things isn't good enough for Bro Strider. He needs detail. Every single detail he can muster up and find out.
So, once he quickly understands how to work the console, he sends out the massive text with the most important question: ]}

yo keeliai.
a/s/l.

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[Bryn's eyebrows lift in surprise. It's not often she runs across a man who's quite so...particular and confident in his sewing skills. Actually it's not often she happens upon one who knows how to sew at all.]

Maybe I will. What kinds of things do you make?

[Because he says he needs a thing but he...hasn't described what it is. Other than needing it to outlast some brutal treatment.]

_{[ He doesn't even look like the type of guy who would sew— or play the mother role when raising a kid.

He could give her the honest answer and say he's spent a majority of his time by the sewing machine making bizarre sex toys for the public and for the videos he makes, but— ]}

Pretty much anything.
Also a mechanic.

_{[ which was true, but for whatever reason, Bro took more of a liking to puppets as opposed to robotics unlike his younger-alternate world self.
It'd certainly be something if Dirk ever showed up here. ]}

Way I see it, you were all sweet up in my grill with choice niceness, I can only return the favor.

_{[ —hopefully not with sex toys, but something else. ]}

My choice niceness, as you put it, isn't entirely selfless.

[She grins.]

After all, you could call this putting in an early bid for your patronage. But still, I appreciate the offer. I'll let you know if I need anything.

Why don't you tell me about yourself instead?

_{[ Talk about himself, huh. This girl was getting a bit nosy. Nobody said he really had to go into much detail, though. He didn't have to explain he made thousands of dollars off of pornography sites and sex toys, but for ironic purposes— lived in a shitty apartment with a pick up truck even though he has a Mercedes in his garage.

He could go about the game session and how he died at the hand of his own sword.

Best not. ]}

I'm 36, going on 21.
I like puppets and swords and ...

_{[ a beat. ]}

My Little Ponies.
I'm a father.
I make things.
And enjoy cooking.

_{[ ... yeah ok he'd suck at those dating site things. ]}

And I can move really, really fast.

_{[ ... ]}

I slashed a meteor in half once.

[Bryn had been hoping for something of a nutshell view of who he was and where he was from. Only what he was willing to share. What she gets seems...at a glance contradictory. Or perhaps unexpected. Yes, definitely unexpected.

Bryn opens her mouth to ask about his child (son or daughter?) when he continues. Moving fast okay. She opens her mouth again--and he says he slashed a meteor in half once. Bryn stares at him a moment, entirely distracted from everything else he's mentioned.]

You what?

[That's all she has to ask.]

Shit is exciting in Texas, missus.

_{[ Bro says, drawling his accent out a little with a bit of a half smirk. His cup reaches his lips again as he takes a sip. ]}

Hella exciting.
Never know when a meteor will strike, yo.
I'm too good for'm— had to save my little man.

_{[ He leans forward, curling his knuckles and resting his chin on them. His other hand slips his shades down slightly, finally revealing bright orange eyes. ]}

What of you.
What tricks can you do?

[He plays it off so casually, so knowingly casually it seems, that Bryn shakes that shocked look off her face and just grins. Fine, fine, this world is full of people who can do incredible things, and maybe none of the Gifted have ever slashed meteors in half but she's not without her own skills.

Bryn decides to play it down and just shrugs as well. Her feet push her away from the table as she looks down at their glasses.]

Nothing too exciting I guess. I can refill my drink.

[But rather than use any sort of elemental powers or telekinetic powers to lift bottles from the bar, she stands up.

Well, she stands up while another of her remains sitting, one version of her splitting off from the other. The one sitting remains looking at him as the second Bryn reaches for first Bryn's glass.]

Both if you'd like yours topped off.

[This comes from the second Bryn, who stands perfectly still and smiles at Bro while a third Bryn splits off and holds out her hand for his glass, if he would indeed like it refilled.]

_{[ As much as Bro enjoys alcohol and getting absolutely smashed, he holds a gloved hand up and waves her off. Bro also likes his mind as clear as possible when put in a new environment.
Deducting possibilities, analyzing the areas, finding weaknesses... information. ]}

Naw, chica. Knock yourself out.

_{[ He leans back in his chair a bit and folds his arms over his chest, his tongue idly rolling over his lips in a bit of thought. ]}

Before you owned this, what was your starting point?

[The complete lack of response to her little trick is shocking.

And then immediately off-putting. She manages to keep from making any facial reaction herself, but her movements are a little too awkward as she pulls her chair back to the table and reaches for what remains of her drink.]

Before this? I worked for Bruce Wayne at Wayne Enterprises. Managed a shop of his, worked the front, that sort of thing. He's a good boss, a fair man.

[She gestures around them.]

He's the one that gave me my first seed money when I told him what I was saving up to put together.

_{[ Bruce.. Wayne. ]}

Ok, that explains.

_{[ A beat. ]}

How many of yourselves can you produce like that?

_{[ Honestly, hardly anything surprises him. The Homestuck world.. a lot of shit happens that isn't normal at all. ]}

[She wonders if he knows of Mr. Wayne from back home, but when he asks about her copies, well, she's too pleased by the acknowledgment to bother with her question.]

That's it. Only three splits of myself allowed at any given point. Can't say I mind though. Three is a lot to keep track of sometimes, and the re-merging process would be a nightmare to juggle with more.

[If there were to be five of her? Seven? A dozen? Bryn doesn't even want to think of what a headache it would be to compile the memories of so many of herself in a way that makes sense. She'd probably be able to manage an hour at most in that case.]

We're all independently thinking, of course, which makes it a lot easier than it would be otherwise.

[And allows for multi-tasking, it seems, as the Bryn up at the counter seems to be flirting with one of her bartenders who's putting her drink together.]

_{[ Bro pushes himself back in his chair and watches the other Bryn, pulling his shades down even further and revealing more of his orange eyes.

Well, ok. ]}

Cool.

_{[ Nothing phases him much anymore, as I've stated. ]}

You fight as three?
You're your own damn posse.

[Bryn tilts her head at him, following his gaze, then back once more. She notes the eyes, but it's his reaction or...non-reaction that intrigues her most.]

Sure am. Last guy who had my ability was pretty well known for using it in that context.

[She doesn't talk about how he saved the whole damn country because, well, that always seems to be followed with a question or at least a look that asks, "So what are you doing with it then?"

Which is...not much.]

Though these days it's more that I'm my own sparring partner.

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