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 Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 8:20 pm
Well, Rep thought as he put away his phone. That just happened. A civil conversation with Candace of all people, and she had actually volunteered to help him out. Maybe he was starting to get the hang of this apology business.
He was still hopeful as he got himself dressed in civilian gear - which unfortunately included his precious but very loud tie dye shirt. He had at least made a decent effort to conceal the rune emblazoned bracelet by borrowing - entirely without asking - Harrison's jacket aswell. The result was mismatched and eye searing but at least it looked civilian.
Happy he was kitted up to a respectable level, he tied his hair out of his face and headed for the portal, giving Candace a lazy wave as he arrived. "Sup. Ready to go?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 8:50 pm
Unlike Rep, Candace wasn't quiet as surprised by the civil conversation. Because unlike some people she was capable of a bit of I don't give a ******** who you are you're not worth my anger-ness. She had dressed quickly, though practically considering the weather in most parts of the world was summer heat and ungodly hot, their own island included. Stupid bahamas. She hated this heat. The fog didn't help any. At least it gave her an excuse to wear less clothing, a breezy babydoll styled tank top and a pair of fitted tan pants with heeled sandals that clicked as she walked through the Deus facility to the portal room.
She was leaning against a wall and checking her debit card and passport when she heard Rep arrive, looking up. Her initial reaction was to cringe; it wasn't Rep himself, it was his clothes. She resisted the urge to hiss with dislike at the very sight of it.
Note to self: See if you can coax him into something reasonable.
"Yeah.." Her lips pursed as she looked to his jacket again. "You're going to get hot..." Was that..mothering? Candace pushed off the wall, adjusting the strap of her purse. She actually smiled. "I already told the technician where we want to go so we can just head out whenever you're good. It's been awhile since I went shopping, I could use the stress relief." Even if it was with Rep. Shopping was shopping as long as he didn't start bitching and commenting on a 'b***h shopping' or some s**t like that.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 9:02 pm
Rep couldn't help but frown to himself subtly as Candace cringed, immediately assuming in his typical way that it was merely because it was him, versus the clothes he'd picked up.
"Maybe I will man." he shrugged. "Don't have an option though cause of this stupid cuff." He slipped the arm it was on out of the jacket's sleeve to show her the rather brightly glowing thing. "No other way to hide it and I doubt many people normalside are wearing runic tech." He shrugged it back on. "So I'll have to swelter and apologise to Ace later."
He trotted along behind her, apparently in a better mood now he wasn't focused quite so hard on throwing hostile barriers around himself. "******** yeah man I used to go shopping all the time. I was ******** loaded. My house was full of all the best gear. I wouldn't even ******** buy trainers that cost less than ninety and all the best ******** trackys. Loads of gold too. Gotta show the wealth."
He sighed weakly. "Was harder leaving my s**t behind than the people."
"Where we off to?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 9:38 pm
Ah, right. The cuff. Candace was actually very curious about it, even opening her mouth to ask about it until Rep showed it off himself. She blinked, reaching out to just take his hand without any word of warning and turn it this way and that to get a good look at his wrist. A cuff that locked one's weapon? That was...kind of scary. She frowned, eyes darting to her own rings. "I can't imagine...I went ten minutes with Aria holding Atropos while I did the shadow run with only a pair of runic sickles and that alone was enough to make me uncomfortable." She traced a finger along the runes, tilting her head to one side. "There was a time where I couldn't summon Atropos, you know. Or well, I could, but she would revert back out of spite. She was angry at me..perfectly justified, mind you. I did a bad, bad thing..." She let go of Rep with a small frown. "You could say it's a beta test for an upcoming Apple product~. Make people lose their s**t..." A shrug followed her comment as she turned to head toward the portal. This wasn't so bad. So far things were going pleasantly! Was it the fact that his weapon was locked, maybe? A bit of humble pie shoved down his throat?
An entire pie, maybe?
..Or three?
Candace arched a brow as Rep explained he was loaded and...he used to shop. Way to sound 'like a ******** girl', Rep. "Oh yeah? Price didn't really matter to me. If it's cute, but only ten bucks? Sure, I'll get it. These shoes I'm wearing?" She lifted a foot to show off the heeled sandal that wrapped around her foot and ankle. "Only fifty. I have a couple pairs of shoes for well over a hundred but...nothing too grand. Limited budget and all that. I wasn't loaded but...I'm an only child, so I usually was able to get whatever I wanted." She chuckled, shaking her head and grinning at Rep. She understood that feeling. She had no hesitation with leaving her life behind but she had packed as much of her stuff into suitcases as she could. All her clothes, all her shoes, jewelry, makeup. Important things, okay? She was a very material woman.
"I didn't think twice about leaving the people I knew behind. Every now and then I miss my dad, but other than that..." A shrug. "Relationships are a...distraction." Candace's lips turned down into a small frown as she said that. She wanted them, sure...but...some of them just weren't worth the trouble sometimes. Candace shook her head, resisting the urge to ruffle her hair.
"It's not terribly exotic. A nice mall in California. A bunch of us went here in December to get Christmas presents, so I already know it has a nice music store with selection of instruments." She had a fond smile as she gestured to the portal. "After you."
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 10:01 pm
Rep's initial reaction to having his wrist seized was to tense up, but he really couldn't resist her having a look at it if he'd wanted to, his weapon drawn strength was still well and truly locked out by the cuff. He fought the urge to be aggressive and demand her to let to, and instead just replied passively.
"For me, it's pretty s**t let me tell you. I can still hear him, that's the only up side to it. I don't have any runics either right now though. Long story. So if we get attacked, I'm about as useful as a ******** condom machine in a nunnery."
At least he couldn't help but smirk at the suggestion that he call it an apple product. "And aye, the new apple <********> "
As the topic turned to shopping, his mood took a definite upswing. He loved things. Possessions were what it was all about. He eyed the shoes with a vague level of interest, they were nothing he would ever wear as things stood, but after the female switch not so long ago he just couldn't discount women's shoes as something he'd never ******** be stuck wearing at some point.
"I sold DVDs and games. Hash too. Plus money from the government. Told em I was disabled. So I had a good bit of ******** disposable income. And I used every damn penny. Living it ******** large. I deserved it, things had been s**t enough as a kid, I didn't feel even slightly ******** sorry." he grinned, screwing over the system was something he had been and still was proud of. "Shame I'm ******** skint here. Wearing other people's clothes, getting wages taken away for breaking s**t. Its like prison."
Even living with other men was, he thought with a serious look, a bit like the traditional view of prison too.
"My friends were all ******** mongs, I didn't really know them. I don't miss them, never had a dad, mum died when I was younger. Downer eh?" he smirked to himself, and headed through the portal before he was tempted to say anything more than that about his family or lack thereof.
As he stepped out, he was immediately reminded why wearing a jacket probably wasn't a good idea in this heat.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 10:42 pm
As useful...as a condom machine in a nunnery. Candace actually laughed. "I won't let anything kill you." She said with a smile, leaving it at that. Nothing more needed to be said on the topic; Candace was very curious about why his weapon was locked but it was none of her business. She wouldn't ask, but she wouldn't say no to being told. He ******** up. What did he do? She hadn't gotten a cuff when she nearly killed four people with Circe, she hadn't gotten a cuff when she had a stupid slap fight with Clerise during a mission, she hadn't gotten a cuff when two hunters were captured under her care. What had he done?
Candace blinked, looking very surprised to hear of how Rep earned his money. "You cheeky little s**t." She grinned. "I actually kind of prefer this life, to be honest. It's...got its perks. Plus, most distractions are taken away. I'm not as stressed out over making things on time, or getting the right answers on an exam, or what firm will accept me to intern or work for them." She shrugged a bit. "Could be worse. You could be traded for cigarettes and a** ra--oh wait." Candace gave Rep a sly smirk, arching a brow. "Guess it can't be rape if it's willing. Naughty boy."
Wait.. "What's a mong...?" The smile she gave Rep as he spoke of his parents was fairly strained. "Yes, terribly. My parents...are all still alive as far as I'm aware." Wait, all? Not both?
Candace was quiet as she followed Rep through the portal, stepping out on the other side with a pleased sigh. Okay, so the sun felt nice after all that time in the fog. She reached into her purse and produced a pair of sunglasses, putting them on with a cheerful hum and guiding Rep out of the alley they had arrived in. "Last time I was here it was all snow. I think I prefer this, really. Let's see...where is the--oh, there it is. This way." She began walking down the sidewalk toward the mall entrance, a large glass dome welcoming customers inside and opening right into the main part of the mall itself. Candace made a happy little noise. Now she was in her element. "Okay! So...instruments. Did you have something in mind?" Candace asked as she approached a large board with the mall's layout spread out for full view, tracing her finger along the list of stores to find the one she needed.
Ohh that salon you liked is close by. Atropos purred. You did like what they did with your nails. Candy~. Candace frowned.
Not today...Rep's an a**, he'll comment on it.
I thought he wasn't worth it.
Doesn't mean I'd rather not deal with it if I can avoid it. Candace was suddenly made a little noise and turned back to Rep. "Found it~. It's..on the other side of the mall. No big, right? I've got all day if you do."
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 10:59 pm
He wasn't too keen on the idea of being babied but at least Candace had had the good grace not to rub his nose in the fact he would have to rely on her to defend him if a fight broke out. He was glad at least she didn't seem to object to it, after all, she had no reason at all to give a s**t if he got murdered or not, he had been nothing but malicious to her for months.
"I prefer it because of the people." he said "Some of them anyway. And feeling more than human. Like I can ******** destroy anything. Not that I feel like that right now but you get the idea."
He gave her a very nonplussed expression for the comment on being traded off for smokes, the old instincts to go for the metaphorical throat were still there. It was a touchy subject for him. He reminded himself this was part of a mission, the mantra in his head what kept him calm lately. It was business, and that meant not being a ******** idiot and getting stranded without an instrument. He relaxed visibly and stated. "I'm worth more than all the fags in all the world man." He cringed as he remembered, yeah, you didn't USE that damn word in America. "CIGS." He gruffly corrected.
"And a mong's a mongo. Someone stupid."
He wandered along by her side, curiously checking the place out, it was very different from what he was used to, and he didn't think he'd ever really get used to the sudden shift in scenery from the island to wherever the hell the portals took them.
"Hmph. Well..." he said, scratching his beard as he thought it over. "Jerry said no synth. Cause that's cheating. I dunno. I was thinking a bass guitar maybe, I hear those are easy and I'm ******** useless with music. "
He looked over her shoulder at the board, checking out the names of the various stores, the old instincts to buy everything stirring awake.
<........ no you can't steal things.>
"We don't need to go like, straight to the music shop right? Like you say, all ******** day."
haircut, you are beyond scruffy.>
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 11:18 pm
Candace paused, arching a brow and giving Rep a very curious look. Jerry said? Cheating? "Is Jerry demanding you pick up an instrument? Huh..." She chuckled. "I'm surprised you're doing what he asks. A bass is okay, I don't really know much about music other than that I like it. Let's see..you've got Molly's violin, Sasha's flute, Jerry's guitar...I don't see why you couldn't pick up a bass." She was completely unaware of his deal with Jerry. Candace would have probably suggested something with a higher difficulty level, something that would really impress Jerry.
At Rep's oh so subtle suggestion Candace smirked. "Exactly. It'd be a shame not to see what this place has to offer, right? Plus, we're going to get hungry at some point. Maybe I can find some ideas on what to do with my new room, too. And.." She gave Rep's attire a pointed look. "We could buy some clothes." Some real ********' clothes. Being California he didn't get many looks, thankfully. It was a relief...but he still looked like a ginger bum.
Or a stoner.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 11:35 pm
"Aye man. Part of a deal of sorts I guess. I owe him after dragging him on the mission that got me locked... as well as all the other s**t I've done to him I guess." he cleared his throat. "Again, long story. But I just don't want to play anything too ******** gay, like a harp or a violin or something." He shrugged. "Can have a look around and see if there's anything decent."
His grin just got wider and wider as she listed off the possible things to do. "Aye. Very much ********' agreed man. Clothes though, I'm not so good at. Like at all. If you want to pick them out and NOT stupid silly s**t then I don't care. I don't have any clothes of my own. I just steal Ace's and I can't wear my Vegas gear casual-like."
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 11:55 pm
It just got more and more intriguing! Candace wanted to know. She needed to know. It was driving her insane. What had he done on this mission? "Violin playing can actually be pretty awesome. Electric ones, especially. Oh well~. We'll see what they have."
To be honest Candace was genuinely surprised Rep didn't mock her suggestion of shopping for clothes. He agreed with her.
Wait. Rep agreed with her.
...Candace had to take a moment to check her phone. No..nope. None. No texts informing them the end of the world was coming and they needed to report to a mission debriefing.
This was happening.
"I'll help you. If you actually ******** wear them." Rep was given a narrow-eyed look. "Tired of buying clothes for people that they don't wear. Who's Ace, by the way? Is it Harrison or..?" It had to be Harrison. Jordan had way better taste than that. The shirt was given a look before Candace finally started walking. She was headed in the direction of the music store but she was in no hurry. This was her element. Battlefields were nice, sure...but shopping was where she felt happiest. She felt calm here.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 12:07 am
"Its just not manly, standing with it under your chin and like flailing your arm around and s**t. Its just really undignified. I'd look like a tit." He shook his head, no violins were not acceptable. "And I doubt Jerry'd be awright with percussion. Besides, its going to be ******** hard enough coming up with lyrics for a guitar, I can't even ******** imagine trying to sing with a triangle or a ******** tambourine. I'm not the ******** tambourine man."
Well, he decided, there'd be time to think about instruments while they perused other places, he could do with finding some unattainable items to lust after, it gave goals to strive towards, put up with all the s**t Deus threw at him, hope for some eventual gadget at the end. Goals.
"Of course I'd wear em. There's a difference between wearing Ace's shirt." he gestured. "Which is mine because its mine. And having to steal his good jacket because I have to." It was a subtle difference, but it meant a great deal to Rep. "I don't like having to be a scrounger much. If I have clothes that just belong to me and no one else, I'll wear them."
Rep followed along, peering in shop windows as they passed. "I'm ******** gutted I wrecked most of my wages for this month by ******** up the bunk room. But hell, I'm surprised I get leave at all. I'm not even technically a ******** trainee right now. Lower I guess."
"And oh! Aye. Ace. Ace Moon, Master of the ******** Sarcastic Arts. "
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 12:46 am
"Hey man don't knock tambourines, they can be really fun to play with...you even have to come up with a song? Last time you wrote a song you called me a man and told me to ******** off." Candace looked doubtful now. Could Rep be trusted with something like that? Candace wasn't so sure.
She was glad to hear he'd actually wear clothes if she paid for them. Finally, someone who would dress nicely because of her. Finally. Maybe if Rep wore his clothes Harrison would take the ********' hint. Probably not, but she could dream. She wondered if he even kept the clothes, really. "Mm..I can understand. I sometimes take shirts from my...ah..lovers. I have a couple that I sleep in sometimes because they're comfortable. I gave back a sweater I, um, borrowed from Jerry. But I have one of H's shirts...think of borrowing his clothes less as scrounging and more as..they're his clothes? They're him, they probably even smell like him, and they make you think of him. Why wouldn't you want that?" Because Candace is totally the leading expert on how relationships work. Spoiler: She's not, and she'll be the first to admit to that. She didn't do relationships. The one with Jerry had been...nice..but she couldn't do it. It wasn't for her. Monogamy wasn't something she could see herself wanting ever again, or at least not for a very long time. It'd been nice while it lasted, at least? Kind of..
They were better off not...together.
"You should really get a handle on that temper." Candace frowned, looking up at Rep. "They'll only put up with s**t for so long, as I'm sure you know by now.." A look was given to his wrist. "Lower than a trainee? That's...like..you might as well be dead. How the ******** are you going to...I don't...the hell did you do?" There. She did it. She asked. She hadn't meant to, it'd just slipped out, but she'd finally done it. Candace sighed, rubbing the back of her neck and rubbing her lips together as she stopped to look into the window display of a shoe store.
...Shoes. She'd be back for you later. Rep needed clothes that didn't remind her of someone's 'I paint houses in this' clothing. Or, again, a stoner.
She continued on. There was a men's clothing store a few doors down. "Mm, he is the master huh. Cute though! I used to call Jordan Steaksauce, y'know? Been awhile since it was brought up though. Maybe I should say it again and see what he does..heh." It was a stupid name but it worked with his candidate identity. Jordan was Jordan, not Alpha 1...but it was still funny.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 5:11 am
"I know." he stated with another grunt. "This time I have to apologise, its not just for fun, so not allowed any insults." It was a sad state of affairs, there were probably a lot of musical insults he could come up with for Jerry in a purely joking sense. He would take it personally as things were though, so there was not a chance in hell Rep was going to risk it, the apology would be as nice as he could make it without wanting to punch himself too hard.
He nodded grudgingly at her comments about the shirt, she had at least that much right. "Aye. It does. And it is." It was nice to wear and be aware of very visible statements of ownership and belonging, it was reassuring. He shrugged and added lazily. "Its not something I've ever really done before. The shirts and that." Because it was his first real serious relationship, he mentally added, but decided strongly against phrasing it like that, that definitely wasn't very manly. "Most of my "girlfriends" were always hookers. The most demanding girlfriends right?"
At her comment about sub-trainee being as good as dead, he smirked. "I know right? I'm lucky they didn't kill me after the mission. I got called in and Simon was even right there glaring at me. Was only by virtue of Killzone asking your Doctor to intervene that I'm even here to tell the ******** tale. Tough times man. Earned it though by ******** up." He considered for a moment evading the question, lying about what happened on the damn mission. But that had never actually helped solve anything, he needed to just be honest as part of moving on with this self improvement s**t.
"Long story short, I got called for my promotion from Allan. Took a team with me. The guys, Rin and Jerry. We were told to stay on a path, but I was in charge, I didn't. We found Halloween ********. Little kids or some s**t, I told people to follow them, we found them living with some old lady, we didn't know if she was dangerous.." he lowered his voice a fraction so as not to get funny looks with his loud talking from passing shoppers. "The others wouldn't listen, so I runic gunned them and killed her for their safety. Turns out she was pretty human. Do you know how messy a charge attack is on a normal human? I do."
He waved a hand vaguely. "I disobeyed orders, ******** over my team. Got the backlash of it, think it was probably the last straw for Jerry." He trailed off distantly, eyeing the shoe shop window, most of the stuff was either women's or the kind of thing a guy might wear to a job interview, it wasn't his usual fare, so it held limited interest for him. "So I'm making it up to him on his own terms."
He picked up his pace a little towards the men's store. "Steaksauce?" He wasn't sure why someone would call Jordan that for a nickname, and the mental images of potential reasons were not helpful. "I've never been able to come up with a nickname for Jordan. He's a hard guy to ******** define." Maybe one day he'd come up with something that somehow stuck, but for the time being calling him Jordan was still a mark that to Rep, no matter what, he was the person, not just the leader everyone else demanded him be. Maybe he could call him enabler, he thought with a fleeting fond smirk, after all it was thanks to him it was being so easy to just set aside all the old familiar anger, and he hadn't been fully shot down by anyone yet.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 8:45 am
She was right. Rep's only experience was with whores. Candace snorted. "No wonder your views on women are absolute s**t." She muttered, rolling her eyes a bit as well. So the jokes they'd made at him only having experience with prostitutes hadn't been entirely false. Dumbass. Of course he was going to call them all bitches when it was all he had experience with.
Candace listened quietly to Rep explaining what happened. So the cuff was because of H and Killzone. It had to be, Simon seemed the type to just kill someone outright. Good on them, really. But when Rep actually got into the actual story of what happened Candace's face grew...unreadable. She wasn't sure how to react. Initially? She wanted to hit him. She wanted to tell him how ******** stupid he was and how he deserved death, but he was well aware of that already and was already being punished. Now she understood, he deserved this. Candace was quiet for a long time, taking in the information. How to react. What to do. She couldn't hit him even if she wanted to, they were in a public place. Candace was certainly not happy with what she was hearing though. "..You did ******** up." Candace finally said, her voice surprisingly gentle for the news she just heard. Or perhaps surprising for Rep who thought she was just some heartless b***h? Either way, she saw no reason to cause any kind of scene. Candace apparently also didn't give a s**t about the volume of her voice, not bothering to hush herself. She continued speaking at her normal volume. "But now you know you can't do s**t like that, right?" She asked seriously, hooking her thumbs in the belt loops of her pants as they walked. "Leading a group isn't about just telling them what to do and expecting them to follow your orders. They have to trust you, too...unless you're Caelius or H then you just instill the fear of god into them." She chuckled. "You can't just kill without thinking, okay? Not unless someone tries to kill you first...I've never used a charged attack on a regular person before. The only time I've ever used Atropos against one it was just to knock a gun out of his hand." She was given a strange look by a passing teenager but paid him no mind. "You've learned your lesson, right? You know what you desperately need to work on now? No hostility or defensiveness if someone points out a flaw that needs to be fixed? It's fine to have them just...don't let them bring you down."
The last straw for Jerry. She knew exactly what that was like. Candace fell quiet again after that, eyes cast down and a small frown on her face. She stopped in front of the clothing store, sighing softly and looking away. "That's...that's good, yeah." She frowned more. "At least he's giving you the chance to do that. I went about it all the wrong way. It was ******** embarrassing, I'm never doing that again." She gestured into the store before stepping into it. Candace looked around, humming quietly. There was a good selection here. It'd do.
And then she'd make Rep change his ******** shirt for the rest of the day.
At the question of Jordan's nickname she grinned. "In our testing groups, we were divided into squads. Harrison, Eva, Aleister and I were Epsilons together. Jerry and Petra were Zetas..annnnnd Robert and Jordan were Alphas. All I can remember from that. Anyway, Jordan was 'Alpha one'. A-one for short, like the steak sauce." She chuckled, shaking her head. It was stupid. "You could call him professor~. Teach me, Jordan." Candace purred and gave Rep a teasing smirk before she walked away to check out a display with a selection of shirts stacked on it. Okay, so Candace may have been slightly biased in thinking that education was hot. Slightly. But it was her thing, okay? She acknowledged it happily. There was nothing wrong with it.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 11:18 am
Rep couldn't help but roll his eyes at the statement that the whores explained his attitudes on women. "Based on a lot more than that, let me tell you." He wasn't sure if it even was more than that or if he'd never given "normal" women a chance after dealing with very cold and wily working ladies.
He wasn't sure how he expected her to react to the news of the mission, gloating perhaps, anger like everyone else. He wasn't expecting the gentleness in her tone, it did indeed surprise him at first. But surprise quickly metamorphosed into that lurking and poisonous anger as he took her suggestions as slights rather than as helpful as they were intended. It was very easy for him to feel talked down to, and he reacted horrendously to it.
Clenching his hands into fists so hard his nails bit into his palms helped, passing the entire gesture off as a stretch. No he wouldn't rise to it, she was trying to be nice, and she was right, he needed to work on the hostility - and intended to.
"I know." he grunted. "And I didn't kill her without thinking. I think a lot. Too ******** much even." he snorted. "Not that anyone would think I did at all."
"And Jerry's a weirdo. He is. Its just like, a ******** fact. But I don't really mind the guy. I just can't seem to ******** see eye to eye with him. Kind of expected given that I'm a weirdo too and probably a different breed from him. If this s**t is how he finally accepts an apology then I'll do it. Rin had me make a ******** sandwich for hers." In a pink apron no less. "But aye, I'm glad I get the chance to make it up, I don't want to have the guy with a bazooka at my back hating me."
He wandered over to the racks and had a look through, more out of curiosity than intent to pick something, aware after Vegas that maybe his tastes were just a little bit off kilter with the rest of the world, not perhaps as badly as Harrison but still tuned very firmly due badass rather than due fashionable.
"Pfft. Professor. School teachers are boring. Jordan isn't." He permitted himself a very private wolfish smirk as he ducked down to have a look at the lower racks.
"I was Omega in my testing." he said in a low mutter. "******** typical. Always last."
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