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video | timaeusTestified (cw: casual violence towards child-shaped entity)
(The video opens to Dirk's studio which is filled with various metal parts and the occasional plush rump. Dirk is sitting at his desk, and hiding behind his desk chair is what appears to be a little boy in rabbit-themed knight's outfit. The little tuft of blonde hair sticking out from the hood and the familiar orange glasses might be an indicator of who the little kid is.
Dirk is focused on the video feed, paying the kid no mind just yet.)
Howdy. (Dirk sounds like he hasn't slept in...a while...That or maybe he's just overexerted himself?) I been fuckin' around with my abilities. Some of you already know I can splint my soul. I was just wonderin' how range this place allowed me with that combined with darkblood.
(He turns his chair and the kid tries to hide again. Dirk doesn't let him. Instead, he grabs him and heaves him up through the air to plop onto his lap. The kid looks exactly like Dirk if Dirk was a seven-year-old. Same freckles, same spiky hair, same nose. He could be his clone. Oh wait-.)
This is me. Or at least 10% of me, anyway. I know it looks like a kid, but this is just some core part of me that wants to keep people safe. That's the theory. He's completely mute and kinda shy.
(Like Dirk was at that age. He stands up then, holding the kid under his armpits like a sack of potatoes rather than an actual child. He sets him down. The kid looks up at him silently.)
But he's actually a little tank. I've programmed him...well...Programmed isn't really the right word. I replicated a specific part of myself and manifested it so his only real function is to guide and protect. Theoretically, if you're lost, he will help you find a way out. And provably, if something attacks you or him, he will defend until the opponent has been defeated or safety has been achieved. Simple goals. Check it out.
(Dirk flashsteps away from the kid and grabs a few throwing knives out of the wall. He doesn't hesitate to whip them right at the kid. It's alarming for about three seconds before the kid deflects every single knife with flashing motions and a sword he can apparently conjure out of thin air. Once the threat is over, the sword vanishes and the kid looks meek once again.
Dirk puts his hands on his hips, looking mildly proud of himself, but damn. This was exhausting.)
It really is like lookin' at myself when I was that age. Anyway, you can call him Lil D and if you ever need him, you can shoot me a text askin' for him and he'll find you. (Most likely... Dirk shrugs, sitting back down at his desk.) I'll probably have him just roam the city and keep people safe all the time. He doesn't sleep or eat. But he can die, so, try not to let that happen. It's a bitch when parts of me die.
Okay. That's it for now. See ya. (He holds up his fingers in a peace sign and the video feed ends.)
Dirk is focused on the video feed, paying the kid no mind just yet.)
Howdy. (Dirk sounds like he hasn't slept in...a while...That or maybe he's just overexerted himself?) I been fuckin' around with my abilities. Some of you already know I can splint my soul. I was just wonderin' how range this place allowed me with that combined with darkblood.
(He turns his chair and the kid tries to hide again. Dirk doesn't let him. Instead, he grabs him and heaves him up through the air to plop onto his lap. The kid looks exactly like Dirk if Dirk was a seven-year-old. Same freckles, same spiky hair, same nose. He could be his clone. Oh wait-.)
This is me. Or at least 10% of me, anyway. I know it looks like a kid, but this is just some core part of me that wants to keep people safe. That's the theory. He's completely mute and kinda shy.
(Like Dirk was at that age. He stands up then, holding the kid under his armpits like a sack of potatoes rather than an actual child. He sets him down. The kid looks up at him silently.)
But he's actually a little tank. I've programmed him...well...Programmed isn't really the right word. I replicated a specific part of myself and manifested it so his only real function is to guide and protect. Theoretically, if you're lost, he will help you find a way out. And provably, if something attacks you or him, he will defend until the opponent has been defeated or safety has been achieved. Simple goals. Check it out.
(Dirk flashsteps away from the kid and grabs a few throwing knives out of the wall. He doesn't hesitate to whip them right at the kid. It's alarming for about three seconds before the kid deflects every single knife with flashing motions and a sword he can apparently conjure out of thin air. Once the threat is over, the sword vanishes and the kid looks meek once again.
Dirk puts his hands on his hips, looking mildly proud of himself, but damn. This was exhausting.)
It really is like lookin' at myself when I was that age. Anyway, you can call him Lil D and if you ever need him, you can shoot me a text askin' for him and he'll find you. (Most likely... Dirk shrugs, sitting back down at his desk.) I'll probably have him just roam the city and keep people safe all the time. He doesn't sleep or eat. But he can die, so, try not to let that happen. It's a bitch when parts of me die.
Okay. That's it for now. See ya. (He holds up his fingers in a peace sign and the video feed ends.)
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There is no such thing as being more suited. Your life is important, every piece of it: what you have seen, what you have touched and what you've felt. You can ask those people Lil D is meant to keep safe how important you are, they probably will have a better answer than I do.
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Okay. (He's gonna die. What the hell.)
You seem to feel very passionately about the essence of a soul. Poetic as fuck, man.
(How do you even tell someone that you've barely seen, barely felt, barely experienced life?)
You're kind of sweet. Which means you're probably extra vulnerable. Please tell me you know how to fight. (Yup!!! Instead of properly acknowledging what Ken just said, Dirk's just gonna..............Worry over him, apparently.)
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[ Kaneki himself isn't entirely sure why this matters so much. Or perhaps he does, he just doesn't want to admit to it. He is someone who was turned into something awful and is struggling to justify his own existence, so when he sees someone so willing to lose his own it... just feels all wrong.
He has no idea how explain that, but then again, kaneki also doesn't want to admit to that. But he realizes he is probably pushing his own ideals onto someone and that's not fair either, he has done that before and it was wrong of him too. ]
I just think that, specially in a place like this, every part of us is important.
I apologize if I sound pushy. I'm just a stranger, of course.
But I know how to fight a little.