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 Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 7:19 pm
Jordan was alive. That was the main thing he was concerned about, Jordan was alive, Harrison was alive and they were back on the island.
The next huge thing for him was that Tracey was back too.
This meant training. As much training as he could get in between bedside time, he wouldn't be caught lacking again.
As it was, he was in the zone in the training fields, ipod blaring tinnily as he relentlessly hacked at one of the dummies. It was way too hot for a jacket and somewhere along the way he'd decided too hot for a shirt aswell - a grand total of no ******** were given for the sanctity of other people's eyes. He had s**t to do and they should be glad a bit of tattooed and freckled skin was the worst they had to see that day given the recent s**t that had gone down.
His muscled screamed their painful protests at getting up the momentum to swing the massive axe again, but the pain to him was a good thing. It was justification, it was proof he was combating the resistant and untrained weapon that was his own body. No pain no gain - it was the single consistent truth in his life, pain meant progress, pain meant you were doing s**t right.
But even pain had a saturation point, and as he slammed Tracey into the wrecked mess of one of the dummies, he got stuck and it became almost impossibly hard to pull him out again, exhaustion dictating he needed to take a break.
Still, he was nothing if not persistent and despite this, he kept trying to tug the blade out for a bit longer, swearing colourfully and loudly the entire time.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 7:48 pm
While everyone recovered, he decided to walk around the grounds and locate the training field needed to practice weapons. It was very clear by his discussion with Sydney that he had to learn how to use his weapon, and while he didn't get along with her, he didn't want to die or be seriously hurt come their next mission. He didn't know how often the hunters here went on missions, but if he was called up at any time, he knew he'd be very unprepared. If his over abundance of binders, mechanical pencils, and highlighters in the beginning of each new term showed, Melvin didn't like being unprepared.
Walking down the field, his preference for sweaters had to be set aside in order not to die of heat stroke, and he took it off halfway on his walk over, having lasted as long as he could in hopes of kidding himself that he could get away with a sweater in a tropical atmosphere boasting a high humidity. Now it was folded over his arm, his pen in his pocket and a bottle of water in one hand, when he heard someone swearing. A lot.
He had to wonder if someone stubbed his toe, but as he walked closer, he saw a shirtless man dressed up in more scars and tattoos than actual clothes, yanking on the biggest sword...ax....thing he had ever saw. Now logic said that you did not approach a pissed off man with a massive blade, but for here, he had to figure this was typical.
Slowly moving over, he decided to let the man be and set his sweater and water down neatly on a nearby wooden bench near a wooden dummy. There were no instructors here, and he had no idea how he could ask for proper training. For now, he figured he could wing things in private. He did like independent study over group work in the end.
Reaching for the pen, he glanced at the man that looked slightly familiar, before shrugging, adjusting the collar of his white, button-up shirt, and then looking at the pen.
"Change." He told her, and the weapon did nothing.
Did he do it wrong? He looked at the pen for some sort of button, and finding nothing, he shook it.
That's not how you do it. She huffed at him, and he knew that this was going to be such a headache.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 8:08 pm
Finally, with a crunch of splintered wood the massive blade came free of the dummy and momentum hurling it in a wide arc, it hit the ground behind him and stuck there. He made no effort this time to retrieve the axe but instead leant on the handle, panting hard as he tried to get his breath back. He was ******** out of shape, he thought to himself, out of shape and weak - barely worthy to be called a sun.
<< That not all there is to it and you ******** know it. I'm out of practice. >>
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The glazed look he generally wore while conversing with the fallen angel cleared as between songs, a voice nearby caught his attention. He wasn't used to an audience while he trained and immediately tensed up and turned on his heel, removing the ipod. Looking Melvin over critically there was a slow dawning recognition. He was the hunter he'd met in the bizarre television program world and then again in the cage afterwards. A newbie, he had to be, Rep was pretty sure he wouldn't miss such noticeable blond hair, even in a crowd of other trainees. Even if it was on a nerd.
thing for blonde hair don't you?> Tracey teased - something he hadn't done in a while.
He didn't even dignify the comment with an answer, instead kept his attention firmly on Melvin, drawling lazily. "Can I ********' help you?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 8:46 pm
If he could snap the pen in half, he would have, but he didn't have that sort of arm strength and was told that would put him in a lot of trouble if he even managed. Instead, he just looked at the pen in a "Are you kidding me?" manner and yet he felt the odd sensation that she was crossing her arms and looking just as sassy back at him. Whether this was all imagined up in his own head or something he could just sense, the message was still clear. This wasn't working.
"Then how?" He inquired.
You have to say, Will you please change into a weapon, my most precious d-
"No." Melvin flat out interrupted. He was not begging, groveling, or going over the top to please a pen. No, a pen that was a worm. "I'm not saying that."
Then stay there.
It was then he felt eyes on him, and he turned in time to see the red-haired man just staring at him - like a creeper. It was the look drunk men with a short fuse gave other men from across the room, almost willing them to give them any excuse to start something.
Melvin looked at the hunter, dressed in tattoos, scars, and muscles, then to the massive ax, and back. "No." He doubted the help he would provide would help any of his problems.
Turning, he moved over to the bench and sat down, looking out across the field and just waiting for his weapon to stop being stuck up and do some work.
You want his weapon, don't you?" She asked, and he glanced over to the massive ax stuck in the ground.
"It's a bit much." Not only was it too big, but it screamed the sort of raw aggression that just didn't match him. He was all for amazing weapons, but if he was presented with an ax or a pulsar gun, he'd go with the gun.
It's ugly as hell. It looks like a blacksmith was drunk and only had scrap metal to work with. She laughed and he winced, hearing her right in his ear. Like a itch in your eardrum you couldn't scratch.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 9:00 pm
Definitely a newbie Rep thought to himself as the guy went on to apparently have an out loud conversation with his weapon. The look of minor irritation curled into amusement as he watched, not even annoyed by the way he was dismissed - something that more often than not tripped his anger circuits and set him off. He was content for the time being just to see where this went, needing the break from training for the time being anyway.
"You know.." he practically crooned "Ye can like, ********' talk to your weapon in your head right? You don't need to say s**t out loud. Can get embarrassing sometimes when other people can guess what you are talking about."
He couldn't help but roll his eyes fleetingly.
"And what exactly is a bit much, by the ******** way?" In an instant his tone had gone from borderline friendly to one dripping with ice. He could live with his baiting coming up without a bite but when it came to even the suspicion of someone s**t talking Tracey, his hackles went up.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 9:29 pm
The advice was new to him and he looked at the sweat-soaked man for a moment before he thought to his weapon.
Is this true?
I'm sorry. I can't hear you. She responded, confirming this tip.
"Thanks. I didn't know." The fact he had another voice in his head made him feel crazy enough, but having an one-sided discussion with it made him feel even more aware of the other voice. Especially since he was mainly frustrated with the other voice that it tended to make him sound as if he was complaining or aggravated over nothing.
Thinking that the red-head already saw him looking at his weapon, he just went with it. It wasn't like this guy could kill him. "Your weapon.." That might still get him punched though. "...but that's because you're a Sun, right? Someone told me Sun's have massive weapons."
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 9:41 pm
Rep's first instinct was to go over and aquaint him forcibly with Tracey and how much he could really be. But the violent instincts were re-routed at the blonde hunter's statement that followed, on that that thanks to the phrasing rendered Rep with temporarily about all the mental maturity of a school kid.
"Oh aye. ******** massive weapons man. Most well endowed division in Deus. I suppose it'd be just a wee bit intimidating to a nerd. I mean the whole, never going to measure up thing."
He smirked toothily. "I'm used to the staring. Tracey isn't. And if you value your ******** well-being, you'll be careful what sort of comments you make about other people's weapons around here. It's a ******** raw nerve and one that might get you and whatever s**t you weild in trouble." His own advice clearly didn't apply all that closely to him.
"And especially don't ******** with Sun, cause Sun ******** hardest."
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 10:43 pm
This was high school and college all over again, and Melvin was very familiar with the guys who liked to measure dicks and flex muscles who referred to someone holding any textbook as being nerds. It didn't even hit any nerve with him as he looked over at the hunter who seemed awfully proud for others to look at his huge weapon.
"I'll try and remember that. Wouldn't want to get '******** hard' by such a big Sun, especially when you seem to have some trouble with getting it stuck in places. Does that happen with you a lot?" To which he glanced at the broken dummy and then ground where the ax was now sticking out of.
Like most of these conversations, the word 'gay' popped in his mind too many times to count, but if he wanted to go about d**k measuring, Melvin knew it was one part 'stroking' egos and another part standing your own ground. In short, he wasn't going to be this guy's b***h because he swung around a big axe. Meanwhile, Saliva was becoming offended, and he felt the weight in his hands change from the pen to a gun.
What a meathead! I'm prettier than that ugly, oversized butter knife. Bet that weapon is dumb as bricks.
I doubt this guy cares about intelligence or what you have to say. Seems size is what matters to him, and unless you are going to start growing 10 times as big, he's going to keep going.
That didn't stop his weapon from huffing, but at least this man served to get her changed to her actual weapon form. That was progress in one way or another.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 11:50 pm
Rep still couldn't wipe the smug as hell grin off his face, even as Melvin poked fun at him getting Tracey stuck in the dummy. Flattery outweighed the effect of insults on the sun hunter almost without fail, and he'd taken the probable sarcasm at face value.
"Well...Only when I've been working for a while and it gets harder to get it out again. Till you know, I just don't want to any more. Then it's time for a break."
As the pen shifted to the form of a gun, he laughed raucously. "Wow. That's...about as threatening as a ******** super soaker." It was a bluff - Rep was actually more intimidated by guns than anything else, deceptively small but often startlingly lethal - a blade at least could be deflected efficiently.
"And to think you were making ******** comments about Tracey."
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 12:34 am
If this was still following the double meaning they were going for, this conversation just got weird. Right now, he just let it pass as he wasn't much in the mood to comparing weapons to massive organs anyways. While he didn't take any offense to his weapon being insulted, Saliva was now swearing at the red-head in his mind, making it somewhat hard to hear anything between the Sun laughing and his weapon shouting.
When both sides seemed to quiet down, he examined the gun a bit more and shrugged. "Well I never said I was a Sun." He pointed out. "I guess my group doesn't go for massive weapons anyways. Not gonna lie, I wouldn't be able to lift that." Honestly, he would have to spend far too much time lifting weights just to be able to pick up the massive axe that the Sun referred to as Tracey. When it came to size, he preferred something less physically demanding, and while not as threatening, it was at least manageable. "It's the ammunition that has to be threatening in the end anyways rather than the actual gun." He just hoped it had something like a pulse blast or else he might get depressed. Part of the fun in being in a supernatural, fighting group was to the gadgets, and if he got some Cracker Jack pee-shooter, it would really kill the mood.
"As long as it keeps me from getting killed." The mission still flickered in the back of his mind, and he felt a flush of mixed emotions between fear and doubt.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 7:05 am
The usual emotional see-saw and Rep's minuscule attention span combined to mean that he hardly even noticed how he'd gone from innuendo to the literal, just forged right ahead on his tirade about the other man's weapon. In his head Tracey quietly dissaproved - he always did when insulting other people's weapons who couldn't argue their case in return.
Still, it was strange to Rep how impervious the other hunter seemed to be to his baiting, it wasn't often that he ran into people who responded with a sort of cold logic to his insults rather than the usual outrage and anger. It left the sun hunter feeling vaguely baffled with what else he could do to get a rise out of Melvin. "Well. What sort of s**t does your stupid gun shoot anyway?" he snorted dismissively, pretending not to be half as interested as he was.
Even as he said it, he hefted Tracey out of the ground and desummoned him in a flicker of black into gold as he returned to his place as earrings in Rep's ear.
"And have you sparred anyone yet?" he asked curiously.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 11:15 am
Even if the man had gone one way or another on his quick fuse, all Melvin was concerned about was avoiding any punches. There was little that the red-head could say that wasn't already said a thousand times before. Being a nerd. Saying he was a woman or a p***y. Yo Mamma jokes. These were all old news to him that they hardly made him raise a eyebrow, let alone a degree in his blood pressure. True, they might have caused him to shout when he was younger, but after a few years, they lost their potency. It was like getting used to a old poison. He'd just didn't come across a different breed of snake yet.
"I have no idea." He admitted honestly, not even caring if Rep called it stupid, despite the fact Saliva was becoming even more frustrated at him.
So you're just going to let him call me names. Is that it?
I got over it. Why not you?
Seeing she didn't have any ground with him, she just mopped, which was almost as annoying as her talking, but at least she was quiet.
Rising up, he examined the gun and looked to the dummies ahead. "I came here to see what it could do, so that would be a no to sparring too. I haven't been here that long." The idea of sparring didn't appeal to him. If it was weapons, maybe. If it was physical combat, he knew who the victor would be. Muscles over there could probably break him like a twig.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 12:27 pm
He couldn't help but raise a brow, who got handed a gun and didn't even bother to shoot it yet? Rep was one of life's push buttons and pull triggers first, ask questions later sort of people and it was an unfathomable demonstration of self control to him to run into someone who was holding something they'd never used and not firing it.
"You don't even ******** know?! Look there's dummies here dude, shoot it."
He snorted however at his comment on sparring. "I was fighting every ******** person who came my way when I got here, all the bitches on this shitheap wanted a piece of me. You have to just throw yourself in at the deep end man, and trust me, appearances are very ******** deceiving."
He shrugged. "One of the strongest ******** I know is a speccy skinny b*****d in Sun, his weapon's a bazooka thing. Doesn't matter if you are a ******** nerd around here. Its all in the weapon and how well you synch with it."
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 1:52 pm
"So you're saying even nerds are intimidating." He said, pointing out the obvious contradiction the man just presented. First he went by saying that the Sun's were the badass ******** with big weapons that caused the nerds to shake with terror, and yet said a nerd was intimidating to him. However, it was very clear that not only were weapons touchy, personal objects to people, but they also seemed to be a status symbol. You didn't do well with a weapon and you didn't earn any respect. Having never fired a handgun of this nature, this worried Melvin a bit.
"Alright. Alright. Give me a moment. I didn't exactly walk around with a gun in a holster before coming here, and this isn't a deer."
Any directions on how to shoot you?
I never fired a gun before. Go with what he's saying. Aim and shoot.
You sure are helpful. He responded, and was impressed he pulled off mental sarcasm.
Aiming at one of the dummies, he squinted one eye and felt the pressure of the watching hunter's eyes.
To his amazement, a green, glowing pod shot out and smacked the dummy, hitting a bit too low but hitting all the same. It was the kick back that made him step back once and then moving his gun to his other hand to shake the one that fired. It had kick.
"I guess it shoots....green things."
Eggs.
Wait. What?
That one was a dud.
He made a face as he looked out at the dud. "That's just disgusting."
How is that disgusting! Eggs are very natural.
Melvin was looking a bit green. Can you just stop?
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 5:03 pm
"Naw man. Nerds are never ******** intimidating, they..you guys are all punchable little twerps. But on the island you don't really need to be intimidating though to be a ******** hardcore fighter. Like when we fight, its the weapons. Not us really who do it. We just wield them. The shields and charges and s**t all come down to them."
He crossed his arms critically, watching the other man figure out his weapon with a keen sort of interest, there weren't many things that held his attention but weapons always did. He wasn't sure what he expected the gun to fire, bullets maybe, or green fire like Roar.
He didn't expect it to fire balls.
He stared.
And then rather unable to help himself he laughed raucously. "That is pretty ******** disgusting and just a bit ******** gay. What the hell are they?"
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