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 Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 8:39 am
If he wasn't going to eat, Harrison figured now was as good a time as any to give B0nez a good polishing. He always wiped him down before they slept, but with the cramped space and the barrack lights constantly off, he hadn't had time for a thorough cleaning.
The meditation room seemed like a good option. Somebody had left a lady singing on loop, but it was empty, and there was enough space for meditative activities. Like sword cleaning.
He hauled Killer's tank over too, setting him against a wall. Killer was curled up in one corner of the tank, asleep.
Then he arranged his supplies and sent Rep a text. It was probably okay, he figured, in spite of earlier conversations. They wouldn't get into too much trouble.
Baneful hey come to the beanbag room
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 8:45 am
Rep had been fretting a bit since he hung up on the discussion between Rin and Harrison, not able to make out much of what was being said, presumably because someone had covered the mouthpiece. So when he got a text to head over to the ******** weird Enya room from Harrison curiosity meant he inevitably would, pulling a beanbag over to flop onto next to him and try to get a handle on what he was up to.
"So now you are done presumably like, traumatising my friend. Sup?" he smirked though, he really didn't do scolding.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 9:04 am
"Yeah, sorry, guess that wasn't too nice. Could have warned me you were sending her over. ...Jordan would have handled it better."
It had been funny, sure. But not nice.
"This," Harrison said, tapping a fancy-looking bottle of oil, "is what I was telling you about earlier. I got a couple of t-shirts too, since Tracey's got a lot of blade to cover."
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 9:12 am
"I have no ******** idea how I would have warned you. "Sending my friend over because she insists on giving you a talking to, look out" And eh, it didn't go great. s**t happens." he shrugged, he just wasn't the kind of person to fixate too much on things he couldn't change. Especially not when he was feeling curious about what Harrison was up to right now. The past was ten minutes ago.
He eyed the oil curiously, for just a few moments letting his brain run to catch up on exactly which earlier Harrison meant. The mention of Tracey though set him straight.
"Ahh. Polishing."
the hopefulness in the angel's tone was unmistakable to Rep.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 1:18 pm
Harrison grinned. "Maybe you shoulda warned her, then."
He took the USB out of his pocket.
B0nez was going just as nuts down here as he was. There'd been plenty of fighitng, but they hadn't been on a computer in a month.
IRL has boring graphics. This better be getting you a lot of heart points, because we've been waiting forever," B0nez said peevishly.
Hold your horses, Harrison thought.
B0nez cackled at that particular turn of phrase.
"Yep," Harrison said. "Polishing. We fought a giant dragon and B0nez was feeling sick for a while after. Neither of us were getting any sleep. This was an okay workaround. Kinda the...weapon equivalent of a backrub, I guess."
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 1:25 pm
"I probably should have, you can have quite the ******** tongue on you." he shrugged
he furrowed his brow slightly irritably. If there was one ******** thing he hated, it was nagging. So he did, just to shut the damn angel up. As soon as he had it summoned, he laid the massive axe flat on the floor in front of them both.
<>
"And it works and s**t?" he asked, eyeing Tracey as if seeing him for the first time in a while. It was so easy to just assume he was part of him when he had him summoned, like an arm or a leg, just another extension. But when he had the weapon flat on the floor he could really see how dull and scuffed up he was looking, the glowing red runes dimmer than he remembered.
"I thought they'd just.. always stay like shiny and s**t."
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 5:44 pm
"I'll own to that," Harrison said, still grinning and summoning B0nez too. He lay the larger blade beside him on the floor.
"Maybe some of them do. Don't know. B0nez gets all sorts of s**t on him."
Enemy health points.
Harrison picked up a dry cloth. "Okay. First things first. Got to wipe all the gunk off him before you put any new gunk on."
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 5:52 pm
He was very rarely a good student, generally being taught things felt like some sort of insult on his intelligence, as if he should already know all there was to know. But for whatever reason, he wasn't in the mood to be difficult today and obligingly mimicked Harrison.
It was just unfortunate Rep had never really cleaned anything much in his life, and was leery of scrubbing too hard in case he somehow damaged Tracey.
Apparently when it came to attacking things he was ruthless, when it came scrubbing, he made most women look good at it.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 6:04 pm
It was easy for Harrison to get into the routine, but when he looked over, Rep looked more like he was trying to dust a shelf than polish an axe. He raised an eyebrow. "Longer strokes," he suggested.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 6:10 pm
"Won't I scratch the metal? Like. I don't want to mess him up." he frowned uncertainly and tried to increase the width of the sweeps, at least starting to get some of the surface dirt off the blade.
He sighed with the impatience of someone who didn't like it when he wasn't amazing at a task right away. "There's too much blade and too much dirt."
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 6:25 pm
"Here, hand me the shirt for a second," Harrison said, putting B0nez in his lap.
Oh come on, he can figure it out, B0nez said.
Harrison folded the shirt over a few times, keeping clear of the tag and making sure there was an even triangle of cloth left. The folds drew it tight and kept it stable. "Grip it here, at the top. That'll make it smoother, and keep it from bunching up. ...I can do a Millwall Brick too, but now that I can summon a pair of swords anytime, it's a pretty ******** useless skillset."
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 6:39 pm
Rep handed the shirt over and looked on impressed as he made it that much more efficient. Taking it back as directed before getting back to the task at hand, a good bit more efficiently this time, he didn't say thanks but then again he rarely did.
"Haha. Millwall brick. What a last resort. Though, I dunno so much about it being useless, can't always count on being armed, can't always count on these guys-" he drummed his fingers on the steel "-being around. Always good to have some kind of backup plan" he smirked, looking pleased at making progress, Tracey making approving little sounds in his head
"Never had to do anything like that myself though, I got away with carrying my machete generally, security was ******** lax sometimes." He bit his tongue when he concentrated, furrowing his brow. "******** hell why do I need to be stuck with the weapon as big as this. I'll be here all day just cleaning it."
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 6:54 pm
"A machete? s**t. We got trained on how to look for concealed weapons, but if I guy pulled a machete on me I would have shot his a**. ...What do they give your security officers over there, nightsticks? " Harrison's knowledge on international gun laws was shaky. He moved on to the longer blade. Harrison cleaned B0nez pretty regularly, but he also wasn't the size of a canoe.
"...Tracey deserves a ******** spa day for keeping you together. I really thought you'd bought it in that last battle."
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 7:12 pm
"Aye actually. No guns. Just batons." he smirked wolfishly "Gun squad only go out to gun crime. Our police are ******** hopelessly under-armed. Some of them have maybe tasers, but even those are ******** uncommon." he paused polishing to glance over. "You'd have shot me? Aw, I'm flattered."
As he got back to work, the question of Tracey's abilities came up "Yeah, pretty ******** amazing. I thought I was due to kick it a few times." Not to mention the small miracle that he still had both arms.
<>
"When you are done there want to give me a hand here? I haven't even ******** finished one side yet."
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 8:11 pm
"Your guys get a s**t deal," Harrison said. If that had been the case in the States, he wouldn't have bothered.
He went slow with the non-oiled strokes. B0nez had been settling comfortably into the e-stroking session, but went on alert at Rep's question.
Hey. HEY. That was not part of the deal. We're in the middle of something here, B0nez whined.
I'm gonna finish with you. He needs to get through it one time so he can do it on his own.
Ugh, Tutorial Mode off, por favor.
Yeah, yeah. I forgot who I was talking to. But The Grand High Master of Winning and High Scores could stand a little waiting, for once. ...I'll make it up to you later.
You owe me 168 hours, B0nez replied. Harrison thought he replied a little too fast.
"Is that...okay? I mean, does he mind?" He asked aloud.
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