[The training room was meant for Pokemon, but it turns out that there's no rules in place to stop humans from using it. Not that rules have ever provided adequate deterrent to Dirk Strider anyway.
Training under Dirk is like.... it's a lot like getting beaten up repeatedly with a fancy santa. But eventually, with hard work, determination, and enough brain cells and accompanying desire (or simple need) to actually fucking learn?
Yeah, you also get to punch Dirk Strider. And really, isn't that its own reward?
Hopefully that's worth the cuts, abrasions, and bruises that come with the learning curve.
Though apparently Dirk's cooldown drink of choice is... room temperature, flat orange soda? Which he stops downing (in one long, uninterrupted chug??) like 2/3 of the way through, raising his eyebrows in dramatic surprise.]
[Action; sometime AFTER the Jack's House... thing.]
Training under Dirk is like.... it's a lot like getting beaten up repeatedly with a fancy santa. But eventually, with hard work, determination, and enough brain cells and accompanying desire (or simple need) to actually fucking learn?
Yeah, you also get to punch Dirk Strider. And really, isn't that its own reward?
Hopefully that's worth the cuts, abrasions, and bruises that come with the learning curve.
Though apparently Dirk's cooldown drink of choice is... room temperature, flat orange soda? Which he stops downing (in one long, uninterrupted chug??) like 2/3 of the way through, raising his eyebrows in dramatic surprise.]
--oh. Shit. Almost forgot.
John's here.
[Pause.]
You know, the Heir?