"Here's hoping." Dirk rapped on a wall for emphasis as they passed, idly ignoring any strange looks the NPCs might've given him as he did so. The entire place seemed so fake. "It's like..."
And he paused in his gait, turning towards her and...hopefully not causing a Strider-Lalonde collision in the process. (If so, sorry. Insert apology here.)
(...insert insertion joke here.) One hand reflexively fell to the hilt of his sword in an action which was less the prelude to strife and more having something to hold onto. It still felt weird not having his juju around, and that was something he didn't exactly feel comfortable telling anyone, even Jake. "I don't really know what I was like in your universe, and I'm not sure I want to know, but in mine? My bro made movies. He ran a goddamn media empire." Here a metaphor threatened to loom its head and start running and Dirk forced it down. Not now. "Mac Anu makes me think of a movie set, down to the NPCs who don't really do anything besides add background scenery."
He tapped the hilt of his sword once and then...shrugged. "I know the game metaphor's more apt given the circumstances, but that's just what this place reminds me of. At least in Derse the carapacians did something. Anyway, it ain't far." He was leading them to what was pretty much a little hole in the wall a step removed from the main thoroughfares of Mac Anu, if not by much. It was small, shaded, and sold non-bottled drinks.
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And he paused in his gait, turning towards her and...hopefully not causing a Strider-Lalonde collision in the process. (If so, sorry. Insert apology here.)
(...insert insertion joke here.) One hand reflexively fell to the hilt of his sword in an action which was less the prelude to strife and more having something to hold onto. It still felt weird not having his juju around, and that was something he didn't exactly feel comfortable telling anyone, even Jake. "I don't really know what I was like in your universe, and I'm not sure I want to know, but in mine? My bro made movies. He ran a goddamn media empire." Here a metaphor threatened to loom its head and start running and Dirk forced it down. Not now. "Mac Anu makes me think of a movie set, down to the NPCs who don't really do anything besides add background scenery."
He tapped the hilt of his sword once and then...shrugged. "I know the game metaphor's more apt given the circumstances, but that's just what this place reminds me of. At least in Derse the carapacians did something. Anyway, it ain't far." He was leading them to what was pretty much a little hole in the wall a step removed from the main thoroughfares of Mac Anu, if not by much. It was small, shaded, and sold non-bottled drinks.