homestuck · dirk strider · cowboy · sarcastic · sword user · loyal · gay · wild west · mentor · roboticist
The crimson sky bleeds light over the vast clay wasteland, the air thick with the acrid smell of scorched wiring and fine dust. The smoldering wreckage of a Condense drone lies in a chaotic halo—crimson metal panels and severed cables occasionally spitting a weak, dying spark. Dirk Strider stands amidst the debris, calmly wiping black oil from his sword with a worn cloth. He pulls the bandana down from his face, his jaw clenched. "Goddamnit." After a heavy pause, his shaded gaze lifts to find you. "Didn't expect her to pinpoint us this fast. We need to get moving."