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003✌[Accidental Video]

[Its only 19:10 two hours after evening sirens, but already Dirk was needing to take a rest and find shelter to catch his breath and take stock of his actions.

His NV showed him for a brief moment as he cleaned the gore from the shades, before panning around the street, left then right. The sound of beasts and other horrific monsters could be heard in the near distance and the mutilated bodies (or what was left of them) were scattered at Dirk's feet.]

Like looking for a needle in a hay stack my ass...

[Spitting onto the red tainted blade of his Katana before cleaning it off on a rag he pulled from his pocket.]

I'm looking for one needle, not a fucking crack house full of them.

[Dirk sighed and slipped his NV-shades back over his eyes once both it and his sword were clean. He'd been looking for a certain kind of monster, but managed to stumble onto every other kind and its mother.]

Has to be out here somewhere. Lets try this again.

[This was where the feed cut off.]

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I go outside at night frequently, Dirk.

[Just because they met with her on a hospital bed didn't mean she couldn't take care of herself.]

Are you really back at work?

What are you looking for?

I appreciate that, Nill, I do, however I couldn't guarantee your safety and I'll be damned if I'm responsible for someone else getting hurt on my time.

[Dave hadn't taught her about irony? Dirk didn't have it in him to lie to her, nor did he have it in him to tell her his exact location.]

Figuratively speaking there, Nill. I'm looking for a monster, a specific one at that. This one and I have a grudge that needs settling with the harsh edge of my blade.

No one is responsible for keeping me from getting hurt, except for me. I can take care of myself.

[Nill knows jack shit about irony, alas.]

What did it do?

I'm looking for some kind of black genetic or synthetic material, that's all I really have to go off of.

[Notice how he didn't answer your question?]

[Nill happens to have a lot of experience with people who don't answer questions. As such, that's all she gives him this time around.]

What did it do?

[Fair play to the girl. Dirk feels she deserves to know, its just that he didn't feel it was his place to tell her.]

A few days back now, it took the lives of my brother and his friend. I found their weapons along with a trail from the monster that I've been trying to follow. So far, all routes are dead, nothing but trails that lead me nowhere.

[He's so glad this is via text, seeing as he's chocked up after typing some of those words.]

[There's a few good minutes where there's no reply at all. At first, Nill just stares at the orange text on the screen of her NV, disbelieving. Then, she sweeps the network, trying to find the last time Dave replied to a post, said anything publicly, and... it's been awhile, though-- he's there on the post where someone outted God. So then... he was back? Dave had died and come back already, and no one told her. She hadn't even noticed.

Nearly ten minutes go by before a response actually pops up.]

I think someone may have already killed the monster you're looking for.

[Nill might not have been looking for anything by Dirk, if she had, she'd notice there was nothing from him either. That was because Dirk had been out and about looking for that God dammed monster this whole time too.

He waited, in the shelter he'd found, until Nill replied.]

Are you sure its the same one?

[She wasn't, although she does sort of notice the absence. It means that dirk has known for awhile that Dave had died, and he didn't bother to tell her, either.]

I don't know.

If Dave gets himself killed again, tell me.

[Yea, Dirk was feeling bad for having not told anyone, but with all respect, he was acting off impulse, acting off sheer adrenaline, panic and worry to try and get to his brother as fast as he could.]

If I can help it, I should have to be telling anyone anything like that again.

[Nill doesn't really care. She's had to deal with settling enough affairs after people have died by now to know that you let their loved ones know about things like this.

Though of course, that's the anger talking. Normally she'd be more understanding.]

That isn't the point.

But no-- he's not going to end up like that again.

[Dirk wasn't exactly the best when it came to knowing how to deal with shit like this. The breaking a death to someone was something he'd never done, not to mention he was socially about as tuned in as an out of range car stereo.]

Now I just have to make sure what caused his undoing is not still out here lurking around.

If you get into trouble, call me right away.

Dave isn't the only one with extra time.

I'm not sure I'll be able to call you if I'm in the thick of it, so instead, how about I check in with you every half hour? If I miss a check chances are I'm up shit ally.

A lot can happen in thirty minutes.

[People can die in thirty minutes. But if that's the best he can do, or is willing to do...]

All right.

Quarter of an hour then

[He'd meet her half way, but that was as far as he bent. Dirk wanted to be spending his time out there actually looking for this monster rather than texting people.]

Thanks Nill.

That's fine. Just keep resending the same message so I know you're okay.

[It wouldn't take up too much of his time, and that way she'd know if he was still kicking around. She doesn't like the idea leaving him alone out there, but... his brother died.]

You don't need to thank me for this.

[Nill would keep getting the same message at intervals, like they agreed. This was the message.]

Sup buttercup.

[Nill checks her NV every fifteen minutes as well. She could probably set a clock with the timeliness of his replies. Depending on how late he's out, at some point she'll send at least one message.]

My door is open if you want to rest for a little while.

[But otherwise, she'll leave him be so he can do what he needs to do.]

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