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 Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 11:02 am
Sure, fetch this, hey says. Fetch that. I need a mission that requires some sort of surveillance thing and more fetching and fetching stuff because I am clearly superior and will just sit and gloat and be an unreasonable and effeminate evil overlord and ARGGGGG-
- Mark threw all the folders into the air, which sort of looked stupid considering he was taking a shortcut through the training fields, several folders soaring into the sky only to have its contents smack him in the head and face.
A few seconds later, she started to sheepishly collect them all up again. Revenge would be his, minion revenge.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 11:08 am
Dakota was oddly training...in the training fileds. Like....He liked training, and then somedays he said ******** training.
Today was a special day though, It was the day he took his dummy training doll that he had dubbed..."Mark" and set it up for some serious slash and hacking. The poor trainee had never quite gotten over being the only male admist Double D's. It was beautiful, the bounce and rise of giant breast.
And terrifying. He shuddered. Remembering Mark as the one who called out, demanding he be captured, then brutally beaten and carried over the portal like a rag doll. And not to mention the break up of a great bromance.
Dakota had decided that if he ever saw Mark...He'd kill him. Slowly...Painfully. Yes.
As he was attacking the dummy, A piece of paper flew into his face, the trainee cursing before pulling it back, following the sight of hundreds of papers and one figure admist them all.
"Yo dude, Lose something?" He held a handful of collected papers....this guy though...he looked familiar?
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 11:15 am
"AND THAT'S SIR TO YOU!" The Death assist huffed as he snatched the papers from Dakota's hand rudely. A pause. That trainee sure looked familiar, it was almost like he had like you know, met them before.
Maybe in another timeline. Or another alternate universe. Or maybe he traveled back in time to meet this person in another timeline alternate universe, ooooooooooooh. Deep in the process of thinking about wormholes and proper time travel quantum physics in relation to potential Runic technology, Mark totally missed his moment.
You know, the moment where something should have clued in.
About the fact that he had left his Runic alternate dimension wormhole testing device back at the Life labs still incubating. A few hours later would find several Life Hunters in another dimension that involved Deus Ex situation in southern gangster United States: only pure survival instincts and interaction with southern gangster H ("Yo homie, I can totally zap you back, but you gotta feel your soul, bro") would bring the traumatized Hunters back severely traumatized.
Being Hunter was suffering.
Needless to say, the Death assist just stood there, looking extremely spaced out.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 11:30 am
"Excuse Me?" Dakota blinked at the hunter and grinned, "I don't think your my boss-" He looked at the jacket and frowned. Death hunter? "Oh man, no way would I take orders from a Death hunter. No offense but your whole team is lead by shitty leaders..." Dakota stared again as the hunter was....
Was he staring into the distance? What the hell?
He took that moment to study the hunter longer. The features clicking into place. The only thing that was missing was Double D boobs....
Holy balls on a stick of justice Batman, he was blessed.
"Hey...your name Mark?" Dakota snapped his fingers in front of the hunters face to bring him back to reality, shoving papers at him with the other hand. "Yo, Dude, Your name Mark? The Death lead assistant?" Ohhhhh man, He knew it was, It was all a matter know of verification and then...
Mark today was your day to die.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 11:47 am
Dakota clearly did not understand the complexities of converting proper formula into Runic formulas - as Runes were infinite glyphs, not actual letters, making them volatile to work with as there were plenty of Runes that-
- Thankfully he at least heard his name. The Death assistant sniffled and then wiped his nose with the back of his (free) hand. "I don't like the word assistant, it makes me feel inferior. And fat. Can you just call me like, Mark the Exalted One or something, its a lot cooler you know."
A pause as he scrutinized Dakota again. No, no, no wait for it-
- "Actually I prefer, Mark the Exalted Master Ruler of the Universe And All Cosmic Powers, come to think about it."
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 3
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 11:56 am
Dakota's grin just got wider as he sheathed Chama, The weapon's flame dying down. Oh Mark, He had so much to say to you...So much to say.
And his fist would be the first influential thing he'd say all day.
"There is no way in hell..." Dakota repeated, "That I would call you anything that raises you from your pedestal. Look, You might not remember me Mark..." Dakota drawled, his hand raising up..."But I sure as hell remember you!"
And then he threw the fist right at Mark's face. Landing a hit.
"Thanks for no double D's and setting PMS women and man women on me a*****e, Oh great overlord of shitty situations and being a jackass."
Damage: 6 (I rolled cause I wanna make sure its a actual hit >_>)
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 12:03 pm
"OW." Mark visibly scuttled back, one hand still clinging to a quarter of his folders. "What was that for? Look, I'm uh, sorry if I wronged you with... those... double D's," here, his eyes glazed over slightly, as if trying to repress a traumatic incident, "But it wasn't my fault okay. See, Dwight was like 'hey man, we should make all the ladies like real ladies and not pmsy ladies' and I was like 'omg yeah what a great idea Dwight, hi five Jackie Chan', and then Dwight was like 'Dude, I'm not Jackie Chan, I'm more like Tony Stark', and then I was like 'No you can't be Tony Stark, I'M Tony Stark', and then Edith made me spill the coke and coors light."
A moment where he took a very deep breath. "So technically it was Dwight's fault. Or Edith's!"
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 1:36 pm
Dakota shook his hand. Visibly. He was pleased. Invisibly...or like, emotionally, he was still extremely upset. Almost killed...AND LOST HIS BRO. A PUNCH WAS NOT ENOUGH JUSTICE.
His knuckle sandwich was not enough servings for the Death assist. And he looked hungry.
"I could really care less about who was Tony Stark and who was Jackie Chan, Mark." Again refusing to acknowledge the hunter as anything more then..Mark.
"Edith MADE you? What the hell, she came up and like flash her your tits and you just dropped your coke on to whatever piece of s**t you were working on that made all of my friends Double D PMSy women? And how the HELL was I the only one that was still a guy?"
Dwight...he knew Dwight too. So there was TWO masterminds. Well Mark was the first, maybe if Dakota beat the s**t out of Dwight, he'd feel satisfaction from the whole event. Cuffing the hunter around the neck, and hold the smaller hunter strong, Dakota started strolling off the Training Fields.
"Shall we go pay a visit then to you dear friend Dwight?" Dakota mumbled. He was sure being brave for taking on a assistant lead and a higher up life Tech.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 11:12 am
Fortunately for Dakota, Mark and Dwight weren't exactly known for being extremely muscular, intimidating, or you any adjective of the trainee's choice when it came to asserting a certain aura. Oh they had a certain aura all-right, but it sure was not, in any lose sense of the term, 'intimidating'.
The Death assist rubbed his jaw, testing it by miming random words as Dakota threatened him, more relieved that his tongue hadn't been bitten off or something, cuz then he might have swallowed it and then choked on it and that would have been like, you know, really bad and stuff.
"Um, no," Mark corrected, half-gagging as he tried to free himself from the half-chokehold, managing to wriggle himself into a more talkable position, "You got it all wrong, god. Edith is the antichrist and we were simply the saviours of the world and she came in and cast her dark mojo through my headset and made me spill my drink over my stuff and that is how it happened, geez. And Dwight isn't even my friend, he's my archenemesis, we're like mortal enemies and stuff, he even has a red Sith Lord lightsaber. I'm totally not visiting my mortal enemy archnemesis unless I am equipped with the proper gear which I am totally, like, not because I was doing important things and stuff."
A pause as they continued to take a merry stroll down the Training Fields. "So like, where are we going any way?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 11:31 pm
"Excuse you, but Edith happens to be my Division leader. And no offense, I've met her. She's pretty nice and damn hot Mark." His hold only tightened. "She cast her dark mojo? Dude did you sneak some weed on to the isle? How many brownies have you eaten today? Please tell me that your high off something and this isn't how you USUALLY are." Dakota was flabbergasted, from what he knew of the death assist....he had just sent a death warrant out for Dakota after all.
"Sorry, We should still see your archnemesis because, pretty sure he would tell me the truth...." The truth being that it was all Mark's fault. "You do important stuff besides being a absolute ******** nerd dude?"
Dakota just couldn't take this guy seriously..."I told you, visiting Dwight. I know the dude hangs in the life labs, we can just...pay him that small visit and have our little chat about why I got the bloody ******** pulp beat out of me by Double D breasted women...and women men."
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