TIME TO GET TO WORK && MINESHAFT EXCAVATION && OPEN

[DICK HOLIDAY.]

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/this was so rushed aksdjfs

Fortunately for Win's sanity, Dick wore weather appropriate clothing this time, layering himself in a shirt with a sweater over it, and one of his own scarcely seen jackets he hated because not only did it not smell of Win, but it made him look like a blue marshmallow. Practicality beat out appearances any day, sure, except he still disliked how puffed he was in it, thanks to the jacket being slightly too large and shaped that way on purpose in the first place. Maybe he was being overly critical simply due to the fact it wasn't one of Win's jackets, but he was wearing it- that had to win him some points, right? Chances were, it would come off eventually, if only because carrying heavy things would be inconvenient while clad in a stiff coat, so it was more or less a formality for the walk over. It was warm, though, and he could still feel his ears, surprisingly. Win would be proud of him, and a stupid, fond grin curved chilled lips as he trudged through the snow, warm now for more reasons than just how effective the jacket was at trapping body heat. It still hurt, sometimes, thinking of that day he'd woken up alone and the fights that followed Win's return, but they were better now. He got to wake up again this morning to the expansive heat of his partner's chest, keeping Dick warmer than the blankets themselves. On top of that, he'd managed to snatch a few moments of tracing the relaxed lines of his sleeping face, savoring how peaceful he looked. What was even better was how the expression didn't melt away when he awoke.

He could admit he was a sap, but could anyone really blame him? No, they couldn't.

Exhaling, and watching his breath freeze in the air, his grin faded, the dreaded, persistent "what if" haunting his mind with yet another entrance. His luck seemed to hold true today, however, because it didn't have time at all to stew before Dick made it to the site, Johannes and Rudolf along with Bruce and Stevie all gathered around the entrance. He was late, unfortunately, though he could see he hadn't missed all that much; he arrived just in time for Bruce and Stevie sniping at each other, apparently. Dick wouldn't want to miss that, if only because he could be on time to keep it from devolving into anything else. His focus shifted from Johannes to Win, who stood with his arms crossed despite his injuries that had to be agitated by the stance, and from him it went to Stevie, looking equally stubborn. He knew Win didn't want his state broadcasted to everyone, which was understandable, and he also knew that Stevie was asserting care- it really wasn't a difficult situation to read, at least with the right puzzle pieces.

Dick crossed the final bit of distance between him and Win, and he withdrew his gloved hand from its pocket to rest it in the middle of Win's back, fingers gently kneading the muscles there. "I can work with Win." As though it wasn't already painfully obvious. "Four hands are better than two." Pointedly, he looked in Stevie's direction, in partial reassurance and partial warning. She was worried, Dick got that; he was worried too, but there were better ways of going about it than making broad mentions in front of people Win wasn't entirely comfortable around.
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[spoiler=info (3/23)]GENERAL
-Richard "Dick" Holiday | 21 years old | Born October 25th | Flintlock Lodge
-Bisexual | Very much taken by Bruce Holloway | ½ Boysoldier (brotp to otp)
-Currently reconciling with Bruce; may be a bit moody but better than before

PHYSICALITY
-Stands at around 5'11 | Athletic build oriented around an acrobatic/aerial base (see next line)
-A bit thinner due to lack of proper nutrition, but musculature is still clearly defined and present
-Dark ebony hair that is always disheveled; currently a little shaggy and curling down over his ears
-Bright, vibrant cobalt eyes | Tends to wear baggier pants with tighter shirts when inside the building
-Occasionally wears Bruce's clothes (his hoodie, which is too big, but he won't wear it for a little bit)
-Always wearing a silver promise ring on his left hand's ring finger (reference)

PERSONALITY
-Stubborn and far from being a pushover | Polite, but will not take shit from people
-Typically friendly and outgoing; isn't difficult to get along with most of the time
-Prefers to see the brighter side of things, although he takes it all with a grain of salt
-Sets high standards for himself and strongly loathes the idea of failing/imperfection
-All in all, more of a lighter kind of person, except his extroversion acts as a concealer

[BRUCE H]

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/ just waffles around. skull, i'm.

Is it arrogant of him to say that he's used to people asking him what they should do? Maybe it's simply something about the way he carries himself, or his attitude. They're not mistaken in thinking that he probably has something to say; he's too thoroughly trained not to, but that doesn't mean that he's too willing to share what's on his mind in a gentle,constructive way. Things had been... Quiet, lately. The air a little softer when he breathes in. Maybe it's just all the attention his partner had been giving him. His birthday, their anniversary, Valentine's day. That's over now, but he would be lying to say that anything between them had died down. Still, the fight put everything into perspective, and things are starting to leave his chest with a bit more of a bite, a cold nip in the air that he never learned how to perfectly repress. If Bruce Holloway had an issue with you, generally you would know about it. His issue with Johannes isn't really an issue, and the guy's doing the best that he can so he'll take a step back, but — huh. There's not really a neat way to end that sentence. He'll step back. That's the end.

Even still, there's a sharp watchfulness to him. The Badlands hadn't been kind, though he wasn't too keen on sharing the experience with others as a way to heal. Thankfully, not many people here were the type to pressure you towards talking. His family was bad at it (aside from perhaps Meg), Johannes and Marauder were terrible. Rudolf seemed as if he would be a nice listener, but that's not what Bruce is looking for. He's looking to forget. And while he would love to laze around all day in this sort of weather, that's the exact sort of thing that would make this wound fester. It's already coiled tight and hot; his touch is too aggressive to make the ache stop. He can put it as logically as he wanted to — based on past experiences, based on assumed truths, based on this and that — but in the end it really just boils down to a quiet little whisper in his head. Maybe I do want to talk about it. Not now, though. Not like this. So Win's body language flirts with the line between casual and on guard, he avoids showing a particular preference for anyone here, and he puts on a front. He's gotten good at that over... Sixteen years of his life.

Don't believe his expressions, don't expect him to give out anything that's both honest and personal, and you're well on your way towards understanding him.

Maybe that's what makes him so nervous about the knowledge of his injury being tossed around like it's nothing. Stevie knows, sure, both he's only really let Dick see the full extent of them. At best, the rest got minor hints, a brief flash of green when he rolls his sleeves up. Adopted or not, he's been taking care of himself and Jason for over a decade now, at least until the dumbass decided he had something to prove and split off. In any case, even as his group of people expanded from Jason to — this, in this messy system of inter-family checks and balances, it always seems to either be that he's keeping them in line, or they're all working together to try and keep him in line. Which is likely necessary, because letting him get pissed off is not a good idea, but that doesn't mean he has to like it. "I think that I could." The threat written into the words is vague at best, coiling through a lower-than-normal voice like some kind of poison as he stares unblinkingly back at her. Hurting her is one of the last things on his mind, but anyone who only partially understood their conversations might only catch the aggression.

Thankfully, Dick has been dealing with this crap for a few years now. He's the most useful blue marshmallow on the planet, not to mention adorable in every fucking way except when he stopped being the one dragging Win back from a fight and ended up instigating it. Then he was terrifying, in a sort of awe-inspiring way. Not quite cute, but as impressive as ever. This world isn't kind to kind people,it has a way of tearing you down to where Win himself is, broadly pessimistic and cynical, worn down a million different ways, but he still tries to be kind. He tries to help people. That's worth more than he accepts, because he's an asshole in his own way, though it's mostly aimed towards himself. "It's never enough" seems to be his favorite phrase. Does he ever look at what he's done for everyone else around him? Does he even know?

Example number one: upon seeing him, even having just ended up snapping at one of his closest friends, Bruce is already biting his cheek to keep from smiling. It's strange to see him wearing his own clothes, and that only serves to add to the building amusement. He really does look like a marshmallow. A cute one, mind you. And it was just another example of what he could do that Win is relaxing when his hand settles against his back, albeit reluctantly. The touch is muted through three layers of clothing and then Dick's gloves, but he can still feel it, just enough to turn his blinks lethargic for a moment or two. Pride still surges up to argue with him when he says that he'll work with him, as it always does — he's not missing the meaning here, Dick — but hey, at least it would be easier to keep the full extent of those aches hidden when he had someone doing the work with him. Instead of starting even more trouble with those who had that much power over him, he makes a low grumbling sound as some childish expression of mixed irritation and acceptance. Mostly acceptance in his heart, mostly irritation in his voice. That's usually how things went with him. It should probably annoy most people he's around.

"I doubt that a whole five feet of muscle can do much," his voice has calmed to teasing by the time he speaks to Stevie again, but he's still prepared for said de-ankling attempts, "but the present would be a good time to figure this out. Not much getting accomplished standing here."

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‣ Gray-Biromantic Bisexual / 89% Monogamous / Possessive / Taken by Dick Holiday
‣ ½ Boysoldier [OTP] / Father & ⅙ of the Batfam [Dick, Damian, Camael, Meg, Stevie]
‣ Twenty-Four / Feb. 19 / NPC x NPC; Deceased / Brother to Jason / Father of Damian
‣ Commander of Flintlock Lodge / Sometimes Wanders?? / Biography / Pinterest Board

‣ Important Tropes: Death Glare, Disapproving Look, and Faces Death with Dignity
‣ 6'3 & 180-210 lbs. | Muscular, solid build, well-defined and heavy but not overwhelming.
‣ Slightly wavy hair, between dark brown and soft black. A bit shorter on the sides. messy.
‣ Pale steely blue eyes. | Usually scowling or at least looking unhappy. Smiles very rarely.
‣ Warm but pale skin with the cold. Usually tanner and lightly freckled from sun exposure.
‣ Wears layers. Achromatic undershirt, long sleeved overshirt, and a hoodie or field jacket.
‣ Always wears a black promise ring on the ring finger of his left hand. Reference.
‣ 9mm pistol; carries holster on left thigh. | Strider SMF Framelock Folding Knife; favored

‣ HEAVILY INJURED & STRUGGLING TO RECOVER; RESTLESS AND RECKLESS.
‣ Various cuts and bruises over his torso, mostly the front. Almost all stitched and healing.
‣ One long cut across his left thigh, recently stitched. This makes walking tiring and tough.
‣ Broken and bruised ribs, healing fracture; his left arm. Green, fading bruise; right cheek.

‣ ATTITUDE. [b]Broken Ace, Friend to Children, Deadpan Snarker, Defiant to the End.
‣ Abrasive and domineering, tends to dislike taking orders from anyone he doesn't trust.
‣ Disciplined, seems calm. Can sometimes seem blank or may hyperfocus on one thing.
‣ Oddly gentle, particularly with young kids who have been through some sort of trauma.
‣ Borderline playful with people that he actually likes; tends to smile only around them.
‣ Measured, collected, steady. Holds himself and those around him to high standards.
‣ Would die for a stranger, but particularly overprotective of his family and close friends.
‣ Can be incredibly charismatic when he needs to be. Typically can't hold a conversation.
‣ Struggling to get his life back together. More paranoid than usual, and may self-isolate.

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                  Johannes Angelicus
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Stevie, Johannes decided, was someone who would do something she couldn't just to prove she could. And somehow, he thought to himself, she'd do it successfully. By the grace of the gods, or something. She didn't look like she planned on giving any leeway to Win or to the task at hand. In the latter case, at least, that was probably a good thing. Hard workers were good. He should know; it was why he was in this position. Which had yet to really prove itself good or bad, actually, so who knew. Maybe it wasn't so great. So long as Stevie didn't kill herself, this job would go faster with her help.

He saw Dick, the name finally sticking better in his mind--though the man still only existed in Johannes' brain as an association with Win. He looked ridiculous, but warm, hopefully. Johannes held in a snort and turned to Win once more, hearing his last words with a bit of a pink tinge to his cheeks. He had a point--as usual. Though Johannes didn't want to come across as incapable, he already knew that in general, Win had the right idea and shouldn't be ignored out of spite or pride. "Right. Dick, Win, you're going to be hauling debris from the entrance. Ah--Stevie, I want you in charge of using the wheelbarrow." He turned to his friend, and signed what he knew as he spoke. "Rudolf--you and I are going to work on loosening these rocks--make sure they don't collapse." He wondered if the division was a smart one. in all honesty, he'd rather be hauling rocks than just making sure they were easy to haul, and keeping the mine from collapsing--or at least warning if it did--but he didn't want to tell Stevie to do it if she took that as a slight against her strength, and he knew that Win and Dick were at least as well-equipped to haul rocks as he was--and they were two. Not to mention, working with Rudolf was the best arrangement as far as he was concerned here.

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★ JOHANNES ANGELICUS | JO| amab male
★ ace| aro
★ 28| dec/3 | real time
★ flintlock lodge | dictator

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ has ASPD
★ has severe issues with self-control and anger
★

PHYSICAL:
★ human [10.15/main] | health: 100%
— 5'10'' & 170 lbs;
— [i]major injuries: none

PERSONALITY:
-wip wop


RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ npc x npc| generation 1
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest

INTERACTION:
★ stony and antisocial, will be courteous, often awkward
★ difficulty: 8/10 in battle | + strength,  stamina | - speed, agility
★ he won't hesitate to make the first move, and sometimes he can be recklessly angry
★ attack in bold #2E5C6B
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
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[BRUCE H]

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If there was one thing to say about Stevonna Jones, it was just that. That was something that could be said of everyone in their little family of five (adults) within the Lodge. Hell, it was how they'd ended up together, right? Told Dick to fuck off, in vaguer terms, and now they were inseparable. Stevie drops in on their conversation, literally, he tells her to back off, she ended up one of his closest friends. Huh. Looking back on his life, most of his relationships were formed because he was a stubborn asshole who met other stubborn sort-of-assholes. But they were good at what they did, no matter what it was. Even if he was overly fond of making fun of Stevie's stature and attitude, she wasn't going to back down just because. This place seemed to attract everyone like that. He doesn't know much about the others here, mostly because he kind of doesn't give a shit (socialization is not for him), but they're just as goddamn stubborn. His family is just closer to him, and even though he's... Sort of the one in charge of the ragtag bunch, in the sense that he knows what the fuck he's doing and for some reason they listen to him when he's making sense, he hates the way that people look at them and see him. They're far more interesting to talk to than he is, and he would be half the person he is without them.

The pink tinge on the dictator's face doesn't escape his attention, and sometimes Win forgets that this is sort of his job now, acting as an adviser or whatever, making sure that things run smoothly. Not really his thing either, but he's adaptable. He'll do what's needed, no matter what it costs. Self-sacrificing. His stomach churns, and Bruce turns his attention to their assignments instead, bumping into his partner's shoulder with a smile. "Come on then. Sooner begun, sooner done." Bruce manages to flash the same smile to Stevie, and then offer Rudolph a quiet nod and a short sign of good luck. Hopefully nobody would need it. If this went wrong... Best case scenario, it's a morale drop. Worst case scenario, they die. Brilliant, right? But hell, he needs the work. Too long spent nursing injuries he's sick of having, so safety be damned, he's working.

It doesn't look too bad, really. He searches for a place to start before he's even settled fully in front of it, sigh ghosting in the frozen air. Sooner begun, sooner done. That's what he'll keep telling himself. Even the [i]idea of lifting these is pissing off his ribs, but whatever. Whatever. Bruce sighs and starts displacing one of the looser sections, one that wouldn't cause a gigantic mess later. "Anything to make this more entertaining?"

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‣ Gray-Biromantic Bisexual / 89% Monogamous / Very Possessive / Taken by Dick Holiday
‣ ½ Boysoldier [OTP] / Father and ⅙ of the Batfam [Dick, Damian, Camael, Megaera, Stevie]
‣ 24 Years / Feb. 19 / NPC x NPC; Deceased / Brother to Jason / Adoptive Father of Damian
‣ Commander of Flintlock Lodge / Sometimes Wanders?? / Biography [WIP] / Pinterest Board
‣ Main Character Tropes: Death Glare, Disapproving Look, and Faces Death with Dignity

‣ 6'3 & 180-210 lbs. | Muscular, solid build, well-defined and imposing but not overwhelming.
‣ Slightly wavy hair, between dark brown and soft black. A bit shorter on the sides and messy.
‣ Pale steely blue eyes. | Usually scowling or at least looking irritated. Will smile around family.
‣ Pale but overwhelmingly warm skin. Usually tanner and lightly freckled if exposed to the sun.
‣ Wears layers. Achromatic undershirt, long-sleeved work shirt, and a hoodie/black field jacket.
‣ Will ALWAYS wear a black promise ring on the ring finger of his left hand. Reference.
‣ 9mm pistol; carries holstered on his left thigh. | Strider SMF Framelock Folding Knife; favored

‣ Recently removed the stitches from his body and is now relatively healed. Sore, but healing.
‣ The long cut across his left thigh is mostly healed now, but may still tear with a lot of motion.
‣ Broken/bruised ribs that may make strenuous effort difficult. Fractured left arm; slow healing.

‣ Overall Attitude. [b]Broken Ace, Friend to Children, Deadpan Snarker, Defiant to the End.
‣ Abrasive, domineering, irritable. Tends to dislike taking orders from anyone he doesn't trust.
‣ Disciplined, and typically calm. Can sometimes seem blank or may hyper-focus on one thing.
‣ Oddly gentle, particularly with kids or teenagers who have been through some sort of trauma.
‣ Borderline playful with people that he actually likes; will tease and playing games with them.
‣ Measured, collected, steady. Holds himself and those around him to very high standards.
‣ Would die for a stranger, but can be particularly overprotective of his family and close friends.
‣ Can be incredibly charismatic when he wants something. Typically can't hold a conversation.
‣ Struggling to get his life back together. Paranoid, kind of bitter, and may self-isolate at times.