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victory_road2020-09-25 04:56 pm
hythlodaeus) wrote in victory_road2020-09-25 04:56 pm
[closed] Time to Rock his World
Who: Hythlodaeus, Dirk Strider, John Egbert
Where: Goldenrod Department Store
When: 10am, around September 25th
Summary: Ambushing Dirk Strider with a rock
Rating: Nothing depicted, but. It's Dirk Strider talking.
Hythlodaues did his due diligence, sort of. He has an idea, and it is quite the gambit, yet he knows the payoff could be worth it. Even if this goes absolutely abysmally, it will ensure future conversations between Dirk and Emet-Selch. Or ensure a restraining order. He trusted in Emet-Selch, but not so much that he didn't feel the need to interfere.
Hythlodaeus, seeming to still be taking Dirk's fashion advice to heart, is dressed for the slightly chillier weather, though even more so than the people around him. Perhaps he doesn't tolerate it well. His hair, braided and under-shaved, is shorter than it was before, but he he did cut it for his performance art, didn't he?
Speaking of that, there's still a visible pink line marking his skin. It looks fine, though. The effect of his clothes and hair together make him look even a little more "modern" than he is. He has spent the last several hours laying in wait for Dirk Strider, a bag of his purchases sitting untouched between his feet. He's rather conspicuous, but as the crowds seem to die down, he finds somewhere to sit sort of hunched. He holds the little orange stone tight in his hand. He has a few pokéballs in his pocket that he can use as leverage or bribes. Not all of them, though. That would defeat part of the purpose.
He's lucky, he thinks, that he didn't spoil the John well any earlier than this. He would have to offer his thanks and apology later, depending on how this all unfurled right in his workspace.
Though he is distinct in his height, Dirk is also very easy to spot in the crowd. He moves quietly out of his periphery, down behind some shelves and to the elevator. He releases the shiny ponyta to do as they rehearsed and steps into wait with his back against the front wall, body in front of the buttons. He presses the button to keep the door open as the ponyta trots around making little whines as if pitifully lost.
Where: Goldenrod Department Store
When: 10am, around September 25th
Summary: Ambushing Dirk Strider with a rock
Rating: Nothing depicted, but. It's Dirk Strider talking.
Hythlodaues did his due diligence, sort of. He has an idea, and it is quite the gambit, yet he knows the payoff could be worth it. Even if this goes absolutely abysmally, it will ensure future conversations between Dirk and Emet-Selch. Or ensure a restraining order. He trusted in Emet-Selch, but not so much that he didn't feel the need to interfere.
Hythlodaeus, seeming to still be taking Dirk's fashion advice to heart, is dressed for the slightly chillier weather, though even more so than the people around him. Perhaps he doesn't tolerate it well. His hair, braided and under-shaved, is shorter than it was before, but he he did cut it for his performance art, didn't he?
Speaking of that, there's still a visible pink line marking his skin. It looks fine, though. The effect of his clothes and hair together make him look even a little more "modern" than he is. He has spent the last several hours laying in wait for Dirk Strider, a bag of his purchases sitting untouched between his feet. He's rather conspicuous, but as the crowds seem to die down, he finds somewhere to sit sort of hunched. He holds the little orange stone tight in his hand. He has a few pokéballs in his pocket that he can use as leverage or bribes. Not all of them, though. That would defeat part of the purpose.
He's lucky, he thinks, that he didn't spoil the John well any earlier than this. He would have to offer his thanks and apology later, depending on how this all unfurled right in his workspace.
Though he is distinct in his height, Dirk is also very easy to spot in the crowd. He moves quietly out of his periphery, down behind some shelves and to the elevator. He releases the shiny ponyta to do as they rehearsed and steps into wait with his back against the front wall, body in front of the buttons. He presses the button to keep the door open as the ponyta trots around making little whines as if pitifully lost.