[Accidental Audio][Forward-dated to the 29th/post-event]

[brotimaeus]

[[ooc: Because things are fucked up enough for him without his little bro being a sword]]

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[He's not running, but his footsteps are quick, breathing heavy and not panicked, not panicked, because Bro Strider doesn't panic, not even when he wakes up in a hospital bed with the last memories he has still fresh in his mind being told by someone who sounds too calm that he's fictional. Or was.

Under his breath, he's talking to himself.]

Okay, okay, just. Calm down. Take it easy, Bro. This ain't the most fucked up thing you ever got yourself into, just.. Okay. Priorities. One. Find out where the fuck I am and what the hell is really goin' on here 'cause I ain't down with all this 'you ain't real' bullshit.

Two. Two.. find a fuckin' bar.

[His footsteps pause, then resume. The audio cuts off.]

Comments

[kantstoppfantstopp]

<sub>[Gilbert hasn't a clue of who or what he's looking for, but if this Strider guy is in the same mental state as he is, or worse, he can guess the guy'd be as close to the bottles as he possible. When he enters though, he doesn't see anyone sitting at the bar. His eyes skirt over the taps and he decides there is hope yet--there are familiar beer brands here and fuck yes, they aren't Bavarian.

He orders a litre of Warsteiner and a chaser, then glances around the bar. There aren't too many people, and most of the patrons are drinking beer. Apparently it's too early for some people to drink harder stuff. Shame.

But look, there is a guy with a shot of something.]</sub>

Are you Herr Strider?

[brotimaeus]

Just Strider.

[He recognises the accent, glancing up under the peak of his cap. A chair is pushed out from under the table as an invitation to sit.

In a way, he's glad for the company. He'd been starting to think too hard about things.]

[kantstoppfantstopp]

Alright, Strider.

<sub>[That breaks etiquette for him, traditionally speaking, but you know what? He doesn't care at all. The familiarity does a man some good, even if they're strangers.

He sits down and occupies himself taking a long drink for a moment. He's capable of being an extremely talkative person, but for now there really isn't a need for words.]</sub>

[brotimaeus]

[He couldn't really give a shit about etiquette right now and probably wouldn't have even corrected the guy if he'd insisted on the honorific. Bro's.. not sure how to deal with things right now, how he's able to breathe and feel his heart beating again without thinking about which one might be his last.]

Beilschmidt, yeah? That's a mouthful.

[kantstoppfantstopp]

_{[It's all cool, bro. You know, when in Rome and whatnot. Nevermind there's an addendum that says Germans are Germans no matter where they are.]}

It's not that bad. It'd probably take you thirty seconds if I had you address me by title! _{[And he totally wouldn't have you address him as the Almighty Kingdom of Prussia even though it's not really a thing anymore.]}

Strider's a weird name too, isn't it.

[brotimaeus]

Huh. I reckon I'll pass on doin' that, then.

[He lifts his glass up, but then appears to reconsider and sets it back down.]

... Never met anyone else with it.

[kantstoppfantstopp]

_{[Gilbert raises an eyebrow and drinks more of his beer.]}

We can save the prost-ing for a more auspicious occasion, ja?

Uniqueness is great. Do you wear your name with pride, Strider?

[brotimaeus]

[There's a soft noise almost like a snort, and a small roll of orange eyes.]

With as much pride as anyone's gonna wear their name, bro. Sometimes I'm feelin' it, sometimes I ain't, but there's no denying who I am.

[kantstoppfantstopp]

Haha, good man! I know exactly what you mean, except I always feel it!

_{[Not true.]}

But that's normal for a man instilled with as much awesomeness as me. Kesesese

[brotimaeus]

[Excuse the odd look he gives you. What the hell is that laugh?]

Always good to meet a guy with a healthy ego.

[kantstoppfantstopp]

_{[Sir, you have just been introduced to the most obnoxious and egotistical laugh in the history of every universe.]}

Likewise! Where do you hail from, Strider?

[brotimaeus]

[Well he sure hasn't heard worse. He knocks back the last of his drink before he responds.]

Texas.

[kantstoppfantstopp]

_{[Gilbert pulls on his chin. You know, stroking that beard he doesn't have.]}

They say everything is bigger in Texas, though I haven't ventured out there in ages. _{[If ever.]} Is it true?

[brotimaeus]

[There's a pause, then a smirk, and then Bro laughs shortly.]

I'd be tellin' a lie if I said it ain't. Texas likes it big.

[Smirk.]

If you catch my drift.

[kantstoppfantstopp]

_{[Have a hearty laugh in response.]}

Oh, I do. I know all about big.

[brotimaeus]

[Another smirk. Bro lifts his glass in a silent toast.]

That a fact?

[kantstoppfantstopp]

_{[He tips his glass.]}

Hell yes.