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 Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 6:19 pm
Jordan hadn't been around, that much was for sure. The few times he stopped by the room no one had responded, usually Ro could tell from twitter that Rep was off somewhere getting into his seemingly usual arguments with others, Harrison never posted and Jordan well, Jordan had a page but like his door it was never updated.
Standing by the door he gave another series of knocks. "Rep? You in here? C'mon open up man. You've been all over the place and I haven't been able to catch you for a second."
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 6:32 pm
Rep was alone in the room for a change, reclining on the bed in just an old pair of denims, typing various abuse on his phone. It was entertainment, he had to concede that much. And it kept his mind off of the vast void of anxiousness and worry that had been left behind by Jordan.
He got up when the door was knocked and swung it open lazily, not bothering to don a shirt as he heard Ro's voice, he didn't throw effort in when the newbie was concerned.
He leaned on the door frame.
"Problem, runt?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 6:45 pm
<< ...... EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE >>
The voice cut through his head like a hot knife as the ghoul let out a squeal of delight at topless Rep. At once she was fussing over muscles, scars, freckles. Every bit of his body was ran through in extreme detail that Ro would have liked to avoid thinking about in a matter of seconds. It was more emotion then words as the banshee revealed in her wish from the first day.
"E-er yes and now." He stuffed a knuckle in his left ear as if trying to poke the voice quiet.
"I"ve uh... I stopped by a few times, looking for you and Jordan, but uh you weren't around and Jordan had gotten quiet.... so I was just checking really to see if you guys where okay and around." He offered a weak shrug, "Kill time? Hang out? That sort of thing?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 6:52 pm
Rep had no idea of the internal commentary Ro was experiencing or he might well have put on a shirt before he answered the door, as it was, he was completely void of his usual self conciousness. Around most people the scars all over him were an embarrassment and a mark of his failures - the new guy couldn't have any idea where he'd gotten them, so he gave a grand total of no ******** about them in this instance.
"Well. Jordan's out. Presumably on a mission. No I don't know when he'll be back, no I'm not saying a single other ******** thing about it." He looked the other man over. "Hang out? Where? There's not a lot of places around the facility that are interesting. I'm not doing s**t so I can come with." he scratched his beard and looked thoughtful.
"Maybe training area and you can show me how much of a p***y you hit like on the dummies."
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 7:21 pm
Thankfully it was internal, and Ro was hiding it rather well minus the flinching for no reason once or twice. After a while he did take note of the scars. He didn't know where they came from no, so he respected them humble with the knowledge that it's not exactly a small feat to have so many and not be dead.
Sylvia romanticized each one with a long story of battle that she sang in his head.
"Okay, he's on a mission, I won't ask about his return, and I won't ask anything else, just let me know or have him send a text when he does?" He shrugged a bit at the very plain fact that 'hanging out' was more like 'lets go to work together' more then anything.
"If you want to I'm fine with that." He figured that was the easiest way to put it, he didn't want to point out that Rep seemed very irritable when it came to mentioning ones weapon. "I'm ready when ever you are."
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 7:31 pm
Rep wandered over to the bed, leaving the door wide open and fished out his shoes from under it, putting them on, grabbed and donned his tie dye shirt and tugged on his jacket. With a final flourish he tied his scarf around his upper arm. It took no time at all, clearly living on the island was practising him in getting dressed at the absolute drop of a hat. Cael texts could leave a critically short leeway to get there.
Stepping into the corridor, he shut the door and locked it before finally stating. "Good. Lets go."
He didn't wait to see if Ro would follow, simply swept off down the corridor at a brisk walk, coat billowing behind him.
"And I'll text you if I hear s**t about it."
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 8:00 pm
While Rep dressed Ro leaned on the door frame arms crossed as he took a moment to inspect his own coat. Simple jeans and a white shirt where all he wore besides his own jacket.
He didn't respond just simply turned and followed after him once he was done locking the door, his own coats twin tails swaying with each step as he walked along.
"Thanks, I appreciate that considering how chill he was." Eventually they emerged at the field moving towards the dummies. "So beyond trolling twitter, whats up with you man?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 8:11 pm
"Killing time mostly. There's not much s**t to do around here, other than train, and even that's ******** hard now Tracey's locked up in my head." He found himself mentally reaching out to the fallen angel, who responded affectionately.
He sat down on an unused bench normally used to hold various maintenance materials.
"Twitter is a good way of wasting time and keeping busy while winding up the bastards around here." he felt like a tightly coiled spring of anger, looking ferally for an outlet. "What about you? You been corrupted by the ******** mists yet?"
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Miliardo Kason rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 8
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 8:51 pm
"How can you get him back? Is it like probation time?" He continued to walk beside him though he hadn't summoned his own weapon yet. It felt like it was in bad taste still.
"I've noticed you have a fondness for that including with me." He rolled his eyes a little bit shaking his head. "No they haven't corrupted me, Candace was just... positive. She's not as negative or angry as some other people I've met. At least so far." Holding out his left hand he focused for a moment, Sylvia appearing in his grasp before resting her over his shoulder.
"Well, nothing more then to begin I guess?" He turned towards the first dummy hefting his weapon high before grabbing with both hands midway down the body to bring himself closer as he slashed at the target, it wasn't the quickest or hardest of blows; but it worked.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 9:27 pm
"I don't know how I can get him back. I need to do something about my shitty attitude apparently, I dunno. Prove myself worth getting out of probation. Its a mystery how I'll manage that." he shrugged matter of facly.
"And aye, it comes naturally. Sometimes you have to scare the s**t out of someone a bit before they respect you." He raised a brow. "Calling me negative and angry I guess? Its a fair ******** point, but I don't see how that makes Candace any better. She's just buttering you up. The girl's a stone cold psycho, not even joking man. She'll seem nice till you realise it probably." he shrugged, twirling the bracelet with a frown before watching him swing at the dummy.
Watching other people fight was always an attempt to somehow live through their weapons. It almost scared him that he was forgetting what Tracey felt like in his hands, the weight of the axe, the faintly warm touch of new summoned metal.
"She's a nice weapon." he said, honestly.
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Miliardo Kason rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 8
Total: 16 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 9:57 pm
"So maybe lay off the twitter, you can spar with fists... we'll fight with that. Just... don't piss people off for a little bit I dun know."
He stood up again holding Silvya at his side tilting his head slightly. "You don't need fear for respect. Not always." He offered a slight shrug at his raised eyebrow. "What I'm saying is she had a much more positive outlook, less 'yall gona die soon' that I've seen in others. If she's a psycho, or you're a psycho, I don't know how deep it goes."
He spun quickly rotating around bringing the scythe along the neck of the dummy the already damaged head lopping right off as he finished the rotation planting Sylvia's blade in the dirt with the follow through.
He looked up pausing for a moment. "Thank you." It was a simple response for a simple compliment but in a way it somewhat meant a lot more to him then he wanted to let on.
<< .... he's really not so bad all the time is he? Cute without a shirt too. Now please get me out of the dirt. >>
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 10:58 pm
"I can't really spar with fists much. My shield's pretty fragile, I'd still get whooped. There's no level playing field. Don't worry about it though, its a lot of shite. Its just a matter of time before I'm back and kicking a** again like a master." He nodded assertively. "And able to show you how ******** amazing Tracey is. He's HUGE."
Ro got a critical look as he mentioned not knowing who were psychos. "I'm not a ******** psycho right. She doesn't care about people. Like she'll pretend and stuff but when it comes down to it, she doesn't. She can be positive because she's still alive and in her little world, that's all that ******** matters. I care too ******** MUCH about people. All the time. s**t that's probably not my business I want to fix. If that's crazy then I dunno. I am just ******** sick of watching every guy on this island be made into a simpering little ******** woman's pet. "
He sighed. "I'm trying to save you from that. Not enough newbies ever get the chance to be proper men. When I say negative s**t, its a warning. Its not trying to be a downer."
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Miliardo Kason rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 11:20 pm
"No I mean like we both use fists, I'm not going to wail on you with Sylvia while you have no weapon. That's just low and wrong on so many levels." He tugged Sylvia once, twice, popping her blade free from the dirt taking a moment to run the sleeve of his coat along it to clean it up. "An axe should be huge, they don't make them any other way do they? Less its like some little throwing thing like vikings had."
At the critical look he waved a hand, "No, no, I'm not saying. That you, or Candace, or Sasha, none of you are psycho okay? Just... stressed? Maybe? Candace was in a good mood, she didn't yell, she didn't talk down, maybe its not always like that. But for the time being? It was nice okay?"
<< You just liked her coat because her tits perked up in them nicely >> Sylvia added in a lazy manner causing Ro to flush slightly. That was besides the point.
"I'm not some girls pet Rep, I'm just new and... trying to learn a lot? I have to talk to people who've been around and that includes mists and dare I say it girls too." He paused at the proper men line. He wasn't sure what that meant, it might be in regards to never living long enough to be a quote on quote man.
"Oh no there's a difference between warning and downer. Downer is talking the statistic numbers. A warning is when someone kicks you in the ribs a few times for falling down during a spar as a wake up call..." Turning to the side he lashed out with Sylvia, the tip of her blade only grazing the dummy with how he was holding her.
"I really need to get used to the whole range thing with you."
<< Yes. Yes you do, now can I go back to sleep? I want to dream about the red head topless again. >>
"No."
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 6:10 am
"I know. I just mean my shield won't be as up to scratch as yours is. The weapons make sure we don't take direct dangerous hits right? Well mine tends to break in no ******** time at all. Still, might be a good way to let off steam regardless, there's only so much tension the gym can help." His grin broadened all the more. "Well aye they are meant to be huge but like..well. I suppose seeing him is the only way to explain what I mean. Maybe some time when I'm not a ******** runic guinea pig."
He sighed heavily at his protests about Candace and the mists. He wasn't going to get through to him on that one he figured, and it was a shame. He told himself it'd be easy enough to drop him like a bad habit if he went sissy on him, but wasn't keen to lose the fight either. "Do what you ******** want, I'm just saying that there's more to them all than you might see."
Eyeing his swing with a curious air he stated. "You'll get used to the range the more you wield her. I think Tracey's range is about eh, seven foot or something. She's probably less but she's still an arc weapon. You need to get a handle on your sweep area and the only way to do that is to practice the ******** out of it really I guess. " he looked her over intently. "You'll have a blind spot like me too, a dead zone. You don't want people getting too close to you, work on finding ways to use her handle to trip people or to vault away from them too. People getting too close'll murder the ******** out of you."
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Miliardo Kason rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 1
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 6:46 am
"Ah... yeah the shield..." He remembered the lecture of that from Ceres, that shield and the healing properties of the weapons where the only reason he wasn't hobbling around with a pair of broken ribs. Instead he got off with a light scratch and Ceres wasn't ever impaled on the end of Sylvia's longest blade. "Could always just punch the dummies too if you don't want to risk the shield. You look like you have enough scars for one life time." He shrugged at the huge comment and went about following up on his other suggestions twisting Sylvia around to poke at the dummy with the butt of her hilt as they spoke.
"We'll see what they are when I get there, it takes time to get to know people and I haven't met most of these people more then but once considering how much more busy they are compared to me."
Pausing again he placed Sylvia in the ground looking up at the way she extended a good foot above his own head tilting her slightly side to side. "I'd say maybe 6'5 or 6 shorter depending how I hold her maybe seven if I swing while holding her from the very end plus arm length?" He lifted her up just by the end to try it and found she was much heavier when held from just one end like that.
"Never mind, make that a five foot reach up to maybe six, I'm not really sure." He took a few slow swings feeling the arc of the weapons path all while Sylvia hummed idle tunes in his mind.
<< Actually your blind spots are only open post swing, if someone is in range of you... >>
The thought crossed his mind and he reached out with the scythe wrapping the curved blade around the back of a target before tugging hard... well, not too hard, rather then cut through the dummy the blade stuck in its back causing him to grumble as he tried to tug her out.
<< ... Ten seeds says if Rep tried that the dummy would be cut clean in two. You really are tiny Roland. >>
"Shut up Sylvia I'm still learn...ing... how to.. do this!" Each pause was punctuated with a slight grunt as he worked to get the blade free again.
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