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 Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 1:12 am
There are a few Hunters already lounging in the resting quarters, though actual food and water supplies seem to be short and limited to a scant few juice packs and dried fruit. A Moon Hunter warns any trainees that supplies are very limited and that they should cherish and share what they already have.
Things look tough, grim, quiet. Noone else is willing to speak up. THE RESTING QUARTERS The Sahara Base is a modest base made of three tents, protected by extremely strong Barrier Daggers, customized to make Fear-warding fortresses. The trainees are currently inside the RESTING QUARTERS tent. This is where they can go if they take injuries (damage to their HP) and come to recover. Simply type in ENTER when entering this tent and EXIT when leaving it to the other tents.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 9:51 pm
[ clerise is entering ]
She had no need for supplies, but...Clerise just didn't feel up to patrolling. Not yet.
Instead, she curled up at the side of one of the tents, content to wallow in her misery now that the battle was done, for now.
Why now? Why did you have to break NOW? Clarice fractured you, you know. Why didn't you bother to tell me you were hurt?
"Bleh."
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 12:21 am
From her resting place, Clerise's phone buzzed. Quote: Text from Clarice:Sorry I didn't visit, I'll explain when I see you next, k? Sluggishly, she typed a return message, slowly determining what to say and...how. lizbot Text from Clerise to Clarice:ehh whatevs its probably for the best so its ok miss lady dont worry about it just figured you were busy cos this mission is of epic proportions like baby whale sized She typed out a " be careful for me please" and promptly erased it.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 2:02 pm
{Enter}
Otto came back from invading Jude's patrol party, looking like an excited child who just had a full day of fun.
The effects of Julie's cookies were still in effect, it seemed.
Otto came here with a purpose. Rest. Jude said it would be a good idea, and Jude would never lie! So without much of a word, the teen skipped to a corner and collapsed.
Nap time.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 3:24 pm
The redhead was getting restless, and was quashing her urge to pace like a caged tiger.
She left the resting tent, heading towards the infirmary.
[ clerise exiting ]
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 10:11 am
((Enter))
After fleeing from Jude and Otto, Deryk decided now was a good time to try and relax a bit. He wasn't really hurt, but his nerves were not all there right now. Tooley had been trying to get him to calm down as a whole, but he was still just about as antsy as he was when this whole thing started.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 10:13 am
((entering))
His patrol had gone quickly. Aside from that one bug-hole, the rest was simply his eyes playing tricks on him. Red flecks in the sand? The Misty shook his head and reached for his phone, only just now having read the text from Clarice. He allowed a genuine smile to pull at his lips, just for the moment and then he squirreled away all sense of happy and anger and disappointment.lizbot Thanks. That means a lot to me. Really.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 12:05 pm
[Enter] Bix came into the tent with red blossoming over his cheeks. Was he blushing? Nope. SUNBURN. It was setting on fast and he'd only just put on sunscreen. The albino hunter brightened up when he saw Before and threw himself down on the cot next to his bro. "Hey man." He turned his face to the other young man. "You alright?" He looked serious. More serious than he was used to. In fact Before hadn't seemed quite right for a while.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 7:26 am
The Misty turned to face his bro but he lacked the usual vibrant excitement of being with his best friend. There was a very subdued vibe about Before, something that had been developing ever since their trip to the Haunted House. "Hey Bro," he greeted, sitting up to rest his chin on the back of his hand. "Patrol duty got to you too, huh?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 8:47 am
"Yeah man. Those bugs are wicked." Bix flopped back on the cot but looked at Before carefully. "You okay? You're not... " he frowned. He didn't know the right words for it. "You haven't seemed to be yourself lately. I worry about you, bro."
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 8:54 am
Teal eyes studied Bix for a moment before he carefully picked his words, "No need to worry, Bro. This is for the best. I stop acting like a liability, things get done faster and better." Before could have expanded on the fact that Missions that involve large groups and division leaders tend to force him to shut down emotionally and store all his feelings away to deal with later. Either via baking-binging or going on a spar-spree. And with the kitchen still out of ******** commission, guess what was left?
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 9:02 am
"I wouldn't say liability." Bix frowned. "I kind of relied on your good mood." Before didn't need to explain about the division leaders at least. He understood how they liked to squash you, force you into the mold of your division as best he could. "I'm still worried. You're unique. You're awesome. I have Gale moping and trying to be some super hunter and.." He just sighed. How could he not sound like he was whining? Things changed Bix, get over it."Well you're like my best friend. I wanna be here for you. We could die and I just want... If we die I want us to be ourselves."
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 9:13 am
A heart-to-heart talk probably wasn't the best thing to have when the Misty was in Emo-Off mode. Instead he forced a smile on his face that had too much teeth and failed to reach his eyes, "You're the only one who'd rely on me. I can do okay in small groups, heck you've seen me in action during those external missions but this? Something of this scale and magnitude?"
He shook his head, leaning forward and letting his bangs fall into his eyes, "Don't think it's a good move to be Beta Four. For anyone. Bro, if you need good moodage, Jerry'd be a better choice. He sings with a good pitch, too." A beat. "And. I don't wanna be why you die. Not again. I don't got bandages on me this time. If you go all hero on me and-" Arms were suddenly winding tight around Bix as Before cut the rest of his words off.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 9:56 am
Bix hugged his friend tight. "Milton.. Before. Whoever." Bix didn't care what he called him. He felt like everyone he knew was changing and he wasn't. Was he clinging to people and ideas that were just gone? "Well how about Milton and me are bros too. And he's no drag. Even if he's serious. Even if he's some tough guy. If I die it's cause I'm a shitty hunter who doesn't take anything serious enough.. or maybe because I have a death wish and throw myself in front of bullets for everybody." He literally had a list a mile long of people he needed to protect. Not because they needed it, but because he needed it. He needed a purpose besides being a cog in the Deus machine. "Besides Jerry is shitty at good moods. He's more mentally unstable than pretty much anyone. So hey, if this is you now.. if this is what you want to be, I am okay with it. I'm still your bro." He couldn't help but hope there could be a middle ground between this serious-Before and the spastic crazy guy from previous lives. "Besides, we make the best team... me and you. Vanna is a sweet shield and Mina is our firepower. Us and our ladies." Their weapons were a good compliment. If he couldn't get his Before back, he'd force himself to accept this new on. It wouldn't stop him from looking out for him though.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 11:11 am
Before had his forehead pressed against Bix's shoulder, which given the albino's towering height wasn't too difficult a position to maintain. "Dude, you are totes an awesome hunter. You take things down easy-peasy. And lots of people like you, except maybe Marcus who likes to talk s**t about you but iunno if that's really just his way of showing he cares. You do more good for the God-machine than me," if his voice hadn't been muffled with Bix's coat, the Sunny might have heard the wavering.
But he kept his face against Bix, trying to hide the outright terror in his eyes and what may lead to tears. "Us and our ladies, huh? What about your other lady?" He kept his tone even, but maybe Bix felt the fabric of his clothes shift ever so slightly to hint that Before's mouth had cracked into a smile.
So much for shutting your emotions, silly Before. A face wrought from metal rolled her eyes, half in annoyance and half in affection.
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