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[He's chosen the backdrop and everything about this strategically. Behind him is the wall of the bubble, the ocean beyond visible as schools of fish and perhaps some ominous larger shapes dart past behind him.

Dualscar himself is resplendent in his full armour, emblazoned with the Aquarius symbol across his chest in Royal purple and his laser rifle slung over his shoulder, as well as his sword belted at his waist. His cloak spreads out like a fan behind his head and his gold rings gleam. Overall, he's an impressive figure of a troll.]

People of Vvatheon.

I am Orphaner Dualscar, a military leader amongst the trolls, many a wwhom livve in this city. Wwhatevver wwe may feel about havvin' been brought here, or about the city itself, wwe do for noww call this place our home, and it's a fragile bubble a life wwith nothin' but fathoms a ocean all around it.

I'm recordin' this today because I understand that this bubble may be under threat from monsters that livve in the deeps. I don't knoww wwhen another monster wwill strike, but I wwant to do my part in makin' sure wwe're ready to fight back wwhen and if the threat appears.

I'vve already been wworkin' wwith the leaders a the existing militia. Minato an I have agreed that I'll put together and organize a group wwhose specific purpose is to defend the city from attack. I'm lookin' for those wwith fightin' experience - Calvalreapers, Archeradicators, an the like. Most important wwould be those wwho can survvivve outside the bubble, either alone or wwith the assistance a equipment. From them I'll put together a Ninjaquatic strike team, to be lead directly by me.

Contact me if you're interested.

[After the video ends, a few specific people get text messages]

Vvantas.
I need to talk to you.

Eridan, can I count on you? I might havve a leadership position for you if you provve yourself.
At least I knoww you havve gills.

Expatriot, a wword.

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[...What. No.]

D --> Is there a time you are partial to sir?

Meet me at sevven.
That's just past the usual evvening meal time for these diurnal aliens, am I right?

[At least that means he'll have enough time to make dinner for the children.]

D --> That is correct
D --> I will make sure to appear on time sir

I wwill be wwaiting.

[And, unfortunately for Darkleer, he is. He found a table in a corner where they'd have privacy, and is already drinking a glass of human wine, which he's a little unsure about.

It's a pretty nice place, and dimly lit, which is good for trolls. Overall, he rather likes the ambience. He looks up at Darkleer's approach and nods]

Darkleer.

[Yes. Privacy. That is what they need. Only it really, really isn't.]

[Darkleer can feel his body want to turn right around, his stomach churning at this entire situation, but he forces himself to remain as cold and professional as he usually is. Yes, this is an awkward situation, but he's been through worse in his life, hasn't he?]

[Besides. Right now, if only in this moment, Dualscar is an important piece. Darkleer cannot afford to abandon him.]

[With a polite nod, he extends a greeting of his own.]

Hello, sir.

[Only then does he take a seat as well, taking a napkin onto his lap and then folding his hands on the tabletop.]

Did you wish to dine first or discuss what you were speaking of on the network?

Wwe might as wwell do both. [With a smile, Dualscar lifts the bottle of wine in offer, moving to fill the Expatriot's glass, then opening his menu.

Honestly, he's a little nervous. He's not even really sure in his own mind what he's doing or why he's doing it. The blueblood, to his mind, indicated some interest in him and though Dualscar gave him several opportunities to retract it, he is here, at what is unmistakably some kind of flushed date. So he has to assume that Darkleer does indeed want him, and there's been little indication that his interest is black.

On the other hand, Dualscar has to admit that he scarcely knows the other troll, and all he really does know about him is that he's completely uncertain of where his loyalties really lie. The blueblood plays the soldier decently well, but there is defiance there, and that indiscretion that got him banished in the first place.

Worse, Dualscar really has no idea how to go about a flushed relationship. But he figures it has something to do with dating and not trying to hurt each other, so he's starting there and hoping to pick it up as he goes along.]

Ah, sir, you don't have to-

[The nervousness is only amplified at the generous gesture and Darkleer just keeps his hand near the glass uncertainly. Wine glasses. Always so fragile. Then the liquid which normally went into it, enough to make grown trolls positively ridiculous... This is looking to be a long night.]

[In all honesty, he's not sure how to proceed. He doesn't want to offend the seadweller, not with his hold on the Helmsman and with the information he needs to find from him. Those matter more than his own personal feelings. However, this is now considerably different then when he had first proposed a meeting. Now, Darkleer has finally settled all his ridiculous flushed drama and...]

[He's a taken troll. This makes him feel on edge more than it normally would.]

[Going through the menu, he immediately begins to search for any dishes lacking meat and tries to figure out how to get through the night as calmly as possible.]

Is there something in particular you had in mind regarding my abilities in battle, sir?

Really, in this setting I think wwe can agree that there's no need to be so formal.

[He says this with a little caution, actually. He's still not entirely sure about all of this, and he's uncertain if he wants to give Darkleer license. But at the same time, he wants to sort of subtly indicate that further action by Darkleer is welcome, and he can't think of any other way]

I'd heard you were an accomplished Archeradicator. Havve you evver gone after...big game? [Lusi, and the like, he means. Or any alien monsters that might be large in size]

Ah... Of course. Dualscar... then?

[He's unsure exactly what to do with this allowance and it is a relief to go into talk of work and what he's done in his time in the Archeradicators. That? That is something Darkleer knows about. Shutting the menu, he leans across the table slightly as he begins to speak.]

Yes, I have. It is actually very common for new recruits to be sent off on such missions, making sure that dangerous beasts do not disrupt towns and trading routes. Of course, some things are outside what a rookie could even possibly dream of doing, so the more dire a situation, the more experienced an Archeradicator you would send out. That is something I learned as I was given more responsibility and permitted to lead squadrons before I was given the title of Executor.

Dualscar wworks, yes.

[He's interested when Darkleer actually finally seems to engage with him. He listens to what he says, but also watches him. He's so precise and cold, and yet when they kissed at the fountain he was so different from the stiffness he's showing right now. Dualscar wonders if there's some way he can get him to loosen up again.]

That's wwhat I expected, and it's good to hear. Can you swwim?

Not very well, I admit.

[For obvious reasons. With a few exceptions, most landwellers weren't ones for swimming. In many places, as far as he knew, it was rather discouraged. The sea was the domain of seatrolls like Dualscar; Darkleer is rather certain they didn't want lowbloods- in other words, every other troll on the spectrum besides them- dirtying their realm, so to speak.]

The only reason I know how to at all is because I was an auspitice for a seadweller captain, and she insisted I learn.

[Dualscar knows this, but he needs to ask, rather than to assume. He nods with approval. Even poor swimming is better than he expected.]

You auspitized a sea dwweller? I didn't knoww that. There's a person here wwho can magic your clothes so you can breathe under wwater. I'd like to havve you amongst my soldiers, if possible.

Yes, I did. [Darkleer looks quietly pleased at this, finally taking the wine glass in his fingers. He doesn't take a drink yet, simply swirls the liquid about somewhat.] She requested me when I initially became the Executor. I doubt you would care to hear much of the details.

[Not to mention continuing that would leave suggestions he'd rather not give.]

I am unsure of how well I could assist you underwater, sir, but I shall do my best if you require it.

[Dualscar does take a drink, congratulating himself a little. This conversation is going so well, compared to the barely-civil conversations they had before the ball. He must be doing something right.]

I wwouldn't wwant to force you to givve privvate details of a romance that's not really relevvant to anything at the moment. But it pleases me that you do havve a bit a swwimmin experience. I don't knoww much a the capabilities of these aliens who'vve vvolunteered, and I need a few trusted trolls in key positions.

If you're not sure a your swwimmin prowwess bein' up to the task, I could givve you a few pointers sometime?

[...Oh. Dear.]

It would be an... honor, Dualscar, but I am certain that you have a great deal more to focus on than wasting any time on myself. You are very busy, after all, considering the things you are attempting to do. I would not want to be a burden.

[He shrugs and smiles indulgently. Really, when Darkleer is being so agreeable it's so much nicer dealing with him. He's properly subservient without being irritating about it, and it makes Dualscar feel good]

It wwouldn't be for my owwn pleasure, Darkleer. It wwould be to ensure wwe had a strong, experienced troll wworking under me, wwho wwould havve the flexibility to take a phalanx of soldiers and wwork semi-independently. There just aren't enough sea dwwellers here for me to rely solely on them.

[...Darnit.]

Of course, Dualscar. You're right. [To his misfortune.]

Have you decided on what you wish to order, then?

[A change of topic sounds lovely right now. He knows he won't be able to escape this, but at least he can prolong that meet up.]

[Gosh, Darkleer, what does he even have to do? Isn't he being nice enough?

He nods with satisfaction. Of course he's right. He looks down at his menu]

Good, then wwe'll havve a lesson or twwo, from the beach perhaps, wwhen it's convvenient for us.

There's a shellfish steww I wwas eyeing. And yourself?

[He is being surprisingly nice! But he is a taken troll! So clearly this means that Dualscar needs to develop the ability to read minds. Duh. God.]

Hmm. There is a salad that caught my attention. I believe I shall have that.

[He taps his finger over its place, the Ahi Poke Salad. He's not one for meat, but there's not much he can do in this kind of place. He's sure that the vegetables will be more than enough to sate him. Perhaps Dural will like the meat.]

[He'll get right on that. NO WAIT. Instead he'll get right on wooing the fuck out of Darkleer]

Salad?

[His eyes widen a little. Fuck. He quickly looks at the menu. Nope, nope, nope, it's pretty much all meat.]

You don't eat meat? Wwhy didn't you fuckin' say so?

[Darkleer just deals with the sudden surprise rather calmly, folding the menu shut and tilting his head to the side.]

Because my habits are unimportant, particularly when I can work around any minor difficulties. This isn't the first time I've had to deal with such a situation and I'll doubt it will be the last, since few trolls decide to have my kind of diet.

[A shrug.]

I knew that when I made this choice.

[Really, it is inconvenient of him. What kind of troll eats only vegetables? Dualscar gives him an odd look, then glances down at the menu, then up, beginning to scowl.]

You should havve told me about your preferences wwhen I proposed the restaurant. I didn't--

[He stops, giving a soft growl, and continuing in a less accusatory tone.]

This wwasn't meant to be a professional meeting, I thought you understood that. You're allowwed to tell me about preferences like that, or wwe wwon't both enjoy the experience.

[It's a good thing he does loosen up on the accusatory tone, because Darkleer had been slowly been stiffening up again, head starting to bow in acceptance. When he hears the tone change, he pauses and chooses his words carefully.]

My apologies. I did not believe it would cause much trouble. It would take more than a simple meal to change my mood so completely.

[Oh, well that's heartening. He smiles and reaches across the table, fingering a lock of hair that fell forward when Darkleer began to bow his head.]

Wwell, remember that for next time. I'm wwillin' to listen, especially about somethin' small like this. If you could a said something in the first place, wwe could a gone to a restaurant that suited both of us. Do wwe havve a deal?

Ah...

[Sorry, Dualscar, Darkleer just needs a brief second here. Having someone toy with his hair is kind of a... thing for him. A very intimate thing, and he certainly hadn't expected Dualscar to get this intimate this quickly.]

Of course. I won't make the same mistake twice.

[Still doing his best to keep his expression straight, Darkleer can't quite stop the way the tips of his ears flush blue.]

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