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 Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 11:06 am
This game sucked.
Idly, Mark clicked his mouse again, and again, and again.... who the hell invented clickable online minipets? Was this supposed to be entertaining? Number one, the art was well, kind of crap, and number two, the interface was annoying, and number three, his pets kept on glitching and he wasn't getting enough rare pets, like, he had totally just spent all his time clicking just to battle some stupid pet up to level 60 to battle in the arena only to have the boss totally defeat him, if this was actually real his minipet would have totally owned any other minipet, Snuggums was serious business in reality and-
- His cell phone buzzed once, twice, three times. Meh. The Death assist decided to spend his time in the Life labs instead, filing a complaint on the forums about his 404saurus.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 11:28 am
Deryk was actually lingering outside of those labs right now, peeking in. He was trying to see if anyone was inside. Why? Well... he always did wonder what was on those computers and whatnot. Being a Death trainee though, he didn't exactly have clearance. Such restrictions never really stopped him in the past though. Sure, the computers on the island might run a little differently from what he was used to but he figured if he did this enough, he might be able to figure out how to go about it.
In any case, it looked like the coast may be clear. And so he went on to try and quietly enter.
... And hoped Clarice wasn't nearby. He didn't need to give her more reason to be calling him 'Death Spy'.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 11:42 am
Sorry Deryk, Mark couldn't hear you over the clicking of his mouse as he wrote a complaint about how his custom minipet was taking way too long.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 11:46 am
Once inside, Deryk realized that he wasn't alone in here. There was a very obvious sound of clicking going on. Oh s**t. What if that was Clarice? ... Why is she clicking so hardcore? Curiosity overcame his fear, and he went on to see what the hell was going on.
To his relief, it wasn't Clarice. He wasn't really sure who it was just going off of the back of their head, but the trainee quickly saw what was on the screen.
"... Are those... minipets?" he blurted out.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 11:51 am
"No," Mark sounded extremely miffed, typing out an angry message to the owner of the site - clearly they needed to know how upset he was at by waiting, nevermind that they were probably a Hunter and had real life mission and stuff, he was more important okay, "This is a cheap imitation of what should be actual minipets reduced to a two-dimensional, awkwardly coded screen!"
The Death assist suddenly turned around on his swivel chair, giving Deryk a wide-eyed stare. "Did you know they used RHP instead of Rjax, I mean who even does that these days? I could totally like, do better in a second, if I wanted to. But clearly, I don't because I, like, have better things to do." The last of the sentence concluded with the Death assist clicking the "send message" button.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 12:05 pm
Wait. That voice. Suddenly Deryk found himself facing the death assistant. And for a moment, he thought he might be scolded or shooed out of the lab because he technically wasn't supposed to be here. Nope didn't happen. In fact, Mark was just... complaining about the site. Granted the terminology threw him off for a moment. Right. Runic tech. They sounded similar to two types from the not-hunter world.
"Wait. What really? Kinda backwards isn't it?" he blinked, assuming that they were pretty much the runic equivalents of php and ajax, then paused, "...So you know runic code then?"
There might have been a bit of hope and interest in his voice there.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 12:09 pm
"What kind of question is that, do you even know who you're talking to?" Clearly, Deryk did not, but Mark obviously also as clearly, did not quite catch up on that. He waved at the screen. "That stuff is like, for babies, if you want the really good stuff you'd need a real mentor, someone charming, handsome, suave, kinda like Tony Stark you know, and extremely extremely handsome, um, did I mention handsome?"
He waited expectantly.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 12:41 pm
"...The.. Death assist?" Deryk answered slowly. Aside from that, no, he really didn't know who Mark was. He saw him around, and he remembered the things he said during the whole stupid double D fiasco, but that was about it.
But in any case, either he was really full of himself or he really did know what he was dealing with here.
Maybe both.
"You can teach me these things? Hacked stuff at home all the time but.. stuff here's a bit different. Does Tony Stark even take er... mentorees?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 11:16 am
There was a really sort of dangerous absolutely no-good twinkle in Mark's eye that usually ended up with problems such as PMS and double D's or that one time when the Death assist had accidentally turned all weapons into light sabers - well it was kind of intentional okay - which was all fun and games until people got ungrateful and did not appreciate their new weapons shape and god, this whole island was just full of unhappy, ungrateful people who just did not appreciate his talent and efforts.
"I might take mentors," Mark sniffled, feeling just a little dejected thinking of all the things he had done for everyone else those ungrateful people, "But it depends. I don't talk to people who like, don't appreciate all the work I do."
Nevermind that he was technically, still talking to Deryk.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 11:34 am
"Well uh... what sort of work have you done exactly? Mean kinda hard to appreciate what I dun know," Deryk blinked as he scratched his head. He really did not know these things. He didn't know he was behind the double d fiasco and he had never heard anything of LIGHTSABERS.
On a side note, lightsaber hidden blade sounds pretty badass.
But he didn't know that just yet.
Also what was with that look Mark was giving right now?
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 11:41 am
"THAT'S EXACTLY THE PROBLEM!" Mark concluded, standing up straight from his chair, rather dramatically, the swivelly chair hitting the desk and then rebounding back to hit him hard on the back. The Death assist glared at the chair - why you betray me like this chair? - kicked it a few times, and then sat back down. "Noone appreciates me for the genius I am, I mean look at you, random trainee person, you don't even know what I did! My genius is lost to the world, alone, so alone... unloved.... farewell bright world.... perhaps in death I'll be like Shakespeare or something and people will remember how awesome I am...."
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 11:53 am
"Er. Bond. Sir. Deryk Bond," Deryk offered due to the random trainee person comment.
"But seriously. What did you do? If you don't say anything no one will know right? Sure you might have done some awesome things but if never said, then... well yeah. You get what I'm sayin' right? Yes?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 10:28 am
A very long, poignant pause, Mark still caught in mid-gesture.
And then, a shift in expression. Why, it seemed almost-
Friendly.
Like the mouse-caught-in-a-cat's-trap friendly. Well, Mark personally thought it was more like when he had the Life labs boggled and altogether frustrated by his spectacular genius, like the one time he reprogrammed everything in Four Clans language, that was a freaking hoot.
Oh right, back to the subject. Being friendly.
"I am," he held out one finger, "Willing to make exceptions. I understand you, Mister Bond, very well. We are not not unalike, you and I, two peas in a pod, red herrings in an ocean. Perhaps we have the power to salvage the world or like, bring it into destruction, if you know what I mean?"
It was kind of hard to know what Mark meant.
"Anyway," the Death assist pressed on. "You are in my division-" Actually, he was in theory, in Caelius divisi- "So I feel obligated to help you. But at a price!" Mark though very long and carefully. What would Clarice do? "So like, I'm gonna flash you my boobie- wait no! I mean, how about we sit down and talk about it over feelings and stuff, and you can pay for my lunch and then maybe I will teach you my ways, young padawan."
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 11:01 am
That shift in expression. At first Deryk wasn't sure what to make of it since there seemed to be something slightly... off. Or maybe that was just his imagination. He was having trouble figuring that out right now. He just listened as Mark switched gears regarding him. As for what he was talking about, he might have had somewhat of an idea, but it was really hard to say. "Uh.. thinkso," he murmured quickly as the Death Assistant continued on. And well. The trainee might have actually looked a little horrified when he said he was going to flash him. What?! Oh. That wasn't what he meant. Ok. Crisis averted. "Oh that's it? Yeah sure. Can pay for your lunch. Not a problem," he nodded, grinning as Mark called him young padawan. That was a good start.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 5:15 pm
And suddenly, Mark had a new minio- err, best friend. Mark rolled his chair around and propped one elbow on the table, trying to look cool. "You know, young padawan, I like you, there's something about you I just can't put my finger on, I think- I think-"
A thoughtful expression. "You got any beer on you? Cuz padawans totally bring their Jedi master's a full six pack of beer too, you know."
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