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 Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 11:48 am
He was looking for Caelius. Granted he wasn't looking for the Lead Hunter very hard seeing as every time the blonde haired youth saw that Caelius wasn't in he just shrugged and walked back toward his dorm or just generally did something else. Jude didn't wait because he simply didn't look forward to the possible outcomes of the interaction.
Run most things that were at least emotionally unpleasant always seemed to be his motto but he needed to change that or it would hurt him (and others) in the end.
Thus Jude wandered into a classroom, slid into a seat, and folded his hands on top of the flat surface of the table before him. He just waited. He'd wait a reasonable amount of time before he'd get up and try again later.
If that failed he'd probably make an offhand comment about Caelius that would probably bring the man suddenly looming over his shoulder but that was a last ditch effort option.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 12:12 pm
If Caelius was simply around every single time someone on Deus Ex made an off-hand comment on him, he would have most likely also invented a successful cloning machine. However, the sheer horror of having possibly more than one of the Death Hunter leader seemed to greatly outweigh the sheer horror of having him around every single time there was a comment about him, thus making this train of thought one of the most unpopular remarks to comment about of all time. Of all time.
Jude waited nearly two hours and thirty-three minutes before Caelius arrived, two Hunters in tow as he yelled something to them about "restraining orders" and "reindeer headbands". Had he lost it? When had he not.
A slam as he placed several large and possibly biblical texts down on the table, the chair pulling out with a small scrape, the Death Hunter folding his coat behind him as he sat down, opened his notebook, and simply glowered at it. Fortunately the notebook had not combusted to flames quite yet. In fact it was questionable as to whether or note Caelius actually noticed the other occupant in the room as he finally flipped through a few pages, pulled out one of the aforementioned biblical texts, and began to compare a few pages back and forth. This continued on for about ten minutes until he got to an empty notebook page.
"Are you looking for something, trainee?" It sounded like the Death Hunter leader had just not had his morning coffee today, if he didn't pretty much sound always sound like that. Maybe he just never had the experience of having a good morning coffee.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 12:37 pm
He waited the entire time and he had been about to shuffle off again when suddenly there was Caelius being harassed by others that Jude did not quite see but he didn't feel he had to since it didn't pertain to him at the moment. When Caelius settled into his seat and started looking into the books he'd brought Jude just sat there and waited patiently to be addressed.
Jude had sat up a bit straighter when Caelius did talk to him but his response was a simple, "You."
It was true. It was blunt but perhaps approaching informality but then again Caelius didn't exactly seem in the mood to dance around any bushes.
"I wanted to talk to you and ask about a couple of things and possibly see if there is a penalty for missing out on missions..." Jude would at least take punishment without complaint if there is punishment to be put forth.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 5:28 pm
One could literally see the gears in Caelius's brain tick as he stopped shuffling pages on the word "you" from Jude. 'No s**t you are looking for me trainee', was probably what it said very clearly from the unimpressed expression he gave them, 'Now will you please get the ******** out before I lose another Death Hunter trainee to unfortunate accidents again.'
Unfortunately, Jude was most likely not a mind reader - or Death Hunter division leader whisperer. "You will earn the right to ask me questions," Caelius corrected, "Especially seeing you are in my division, I would hope that my subordinates do not have the gall to talk back to me. And yet, here you are, informing me that not only do you lack self-preservation but also general ******** competence." Slam went his fist on the table. "There is a penalty for everything, but it all depends on what you earn now, doesn't it?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 12:53 am
Even if Jude could read minds it was hard to say if he would have been very impressed by them or at least adequately frightened but that might have pissed off the Division Leader that much more.
When Caelius responded Jude just sat still when very 'gently' corrected that he would earn this and earn that and so on and so forth. He folded his hands upon the desk with great difficulty only blinked when the fist slammed on the desk. The young man didn't seem to have much in self preservation as he tilted his head, "Odd to earn the right to be punished, though the rest I could see why I must earn the right for."
He looked down at his hands and then looked up at Caelius quietly, "I am well aware that there are consequences for things. I am also aware that I must earn what I want to know from you but how can I earn anything if I do not come to you and ask what I must do, Sir?"
Seriously. How?
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 8:34 pm
"You might be unaware of this little piece of information, trainee, but contrary to popular belief I am not the only ******** Death Hunter in the entire division." The last words escalated to his usual 'stage voice', a couple of aforementioned 'Death Hunters' - non Caelius, non division leader variety - who were lingering at the doorway, no doubt ready to ask more questions about The Holiday That Must Not Be Named, taking silent bets with each other as to how long Jude would last.
"Mark, Sandra, please take this trainee somewhere ******** else and keep them occupied." The two lingering Hunters were also, unbeknownst to their faction leader, playing 'The Caelius Game'. Any time he said anything, simply add the words 'Because I have PMS again' and try not to laugh too hard in front of his presence. "You are dismissed, trainee." - '(Because I have PMS again)'
Before Jude could say another word, the female Death Hunter, Sandra, clamped her hands around the trainee's shoulders and navigated him out the door with another word. Mark whispered something to her and they both sniggered, before straightening up.
"Okay, before we get started with well 'Keeping you Occupied'"- air quotes - "You really must answer a burning question we have been dying to know. Are you a dude or a chick?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 1:32 am
"If I wanted to talk to the other Death Hunters I would have," Jude responded firmly not backing down from Caelius' bad temper but then suddenly (and probably luckily) there was a bit of a movement behind him as Division Leader called on two other Hunters who saw fit to come and collect him away before Jude could further dig his own grave. There was an unsaid 'I am not done with you' as Jude was dragged away.
He was dismissed certainly but he wasn't going to go away the way Caelius might prefer him to do.
As he tensely walked with the two Hunters that had collected him to 'occupy' him and as he just walked along he heard them snigger and then suddenly there was a question. Briefly his insides went oddly chilled yet seething hot with anger and frustration, there was a small eye twitch before he suddenly smiled, "Wouldn't you like to know? Want me to strip down so you can both see for yourself? Or would you take my word for it if I said so?"
Might as well bluff them. He had nothing to prove to either of them, honestly. If they had to question his gender they might not believe whatever he had said in response.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 1:25 pm
Thankfully Caelius simply did what he did best and ignored the three as they moved out of earshot.
Mark and Sandra traded each other a sort of look once they were past the classrooms wing into the main hallway. "Sandy, put this trainee down as 'both' on our Holiday list, that list is looking so bare, our Head Honcho is the only other person on it..."
"Yes sir!" The other Hunter grinned as she did so, moving her free hand to lock elbows with Jude, in a sort of too-friendly manner. She tapped her pin thoughtfully against her clipboard. "Gender: both. Fairly long hair. Nice skin. Sort of young. Hmmm.... what's your name, Sir Grouchy Junior?" She was clearly referring to Jude. "See, we're compiling a match-making list for the Holidays, just a part of our contribution to this esteemed facility. Oh, your mission is to help us with the decorations, of course."
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 7:35 pm
Jaw clenched.
Posture ridgid.
Oh he was beyond pissed off for a brief moment as all he saw was red. Blood red. Visions of their blood smeared against the walls the screams of torment as he ripped out their innards and decorated the halls with it quite gleefully. Yes. It was time to do some interior decora--
What?
He found himself locked arm-in-arm with the female called 'Sandy' and he arched an eyebrow, "Theven," he replied simply. It was his fake name. They can waste their time looking for his real name all they want but for now all they were getting was his 'Island Name'.
Jude almost made an observation on being called 'sir' but soon saw the slippery slope of further teasing and thus he just let it drop. Yes. Let them call him Sir. That was better than ma'am.
"What do you mean...'matchmaking'?" He raised an eyebrow. Jude already knew what he wanted to use for decorations though much of his rage had floundered by now.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 12:51 pm
"Well, you see," Mark continued, "Every Christmas, we make this list, and the naughty and nice-"
-"Mark! Hold on a second!" Sandy promptly let go of Jude and pulled the other Hunter to one side, whispering something that really was more of a stage whisper than anything else, intentional or not. "I think you pissed her off. Let's not use titles okay, just vague pronouns. It's hard enough getting a volunteer as-is."
They two of them nodded in solemn agreement before turning back towards Jude. "So uh, Theven," Sandy finally cut in, trying to break the awkward silence. "We're just making a list for the Christmas Ball of eligible bachelors and bachelorettes. Woe to those, who are alone during those very special events, never to be loved-"
"- to bake their own fruit cakes alone-" Mark added helpfully.
"- And to eat them too." Another solemn nod. "But we promised, the two of us, that this will not happen again this year. Everyone will have a date this Christmas. Which leads us to your mission, if you so accept it, Theven, to go out into the bright Deus world, and ask these simple survey questions to anyone you might find." A clipboard was shoved at Jude. "Anyway, ask questions, tick off their answers, and bring them back to us, and you shall be rewarded for your efforts."
Both of them looked at the trainee expectantly.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 12:08 pm
He was getting an explanation but then it was briefly interrupted as the two suddenly were 'whispering' at each other. His eye gave a small twitch as his arms crossed over his chest, "
When they seemed to be focusing more on him he raised an eyebrow and then suddenly he had a clipboard shoved at him which he wrapped his arms around simply based on the fact that he didn't want it to fall for some odd reason. The mission seemed stupid.
So stupid. What did he care if others were lonely and dateless for Christmas. He barely even cared about the holiday itself since it never really brought him any great joy. The prospect of a reward, however, enticed him just enough.
"..Alright." he muttered quietly.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 2:33 pm
"See, I told you he was a - mrph!" Was all that Mark managed to get out before Sandy literally shoved the clipboard at Jude and kicked the other Hunter in the shin.
"Excellent," she concluded, "Then we'll see you back here in an hour. Have fun!"
Mark was dragged by the arm the entire way out, leaving Jude thankfully, alone with a clipboard. THE CLIPBOARD There are four standard questions to answer on the clipboard: 1) What is your name 2) How old are you 3) What do you look for in an idea guy/girl 4) Are you single? THE MISSION Jude must interview at least 5 other trainees. Simply quote them (make sure to somehow contact the player too!) to summon a trainee into the thread, one or several trainees at a time, and ask them those questions. - When done, simply quote Zoomutt
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 4:39 pm
Jude held the clipboard and watched as the other two disappeared from sight. He stared down at questionnaire attached to the clipboard and he felt doom rain down upon him somehow and the only way to avoid rain was to keep moving. Picking a random direction he started walking and soon headed up at the Cafeteria.
Yes it would be the best place to pounce on people, force answers out of them, and then leave when he had all the questionnaires done. Most excellent.
Eenie-Meanie-Miney...
He walked over to a random he didn't recognize, "Hey, you busy right now?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 5:22 pm
The crabby blond boy called Otto was sitting in the cafeteria with the intent to have himself some food. Why? He was hungry. Duh.
He was mid bite of a questionable looking sandwich when Jude interrupted him. His teeth sunk into the bread, froze there, and his eyes flicked up to glare at Jude from beneath his brows.
"Myff." He grumbled. Apparently he had tried to say 'yes' with a mouthful of sandwich.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 5:29 pm
Jude smirked just a little bit and then moved to sit next to the blonde hunter that was now going to be his best friend for the next few minutes. Misery loves company.
"Well I'll wait until you're done." He said simply and tilted his head to look elsewhere for a few moments so Otto could eat in peace without a creeper staring at him taking each and every bite.
He was a brat but he wasn't completely rude.
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