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 Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 11:13 pm
Clerise banged on Allan-Tai-Jo's door. "OI," she yelled, kicking the bottom of it with her shoe. "Are you in there, dude! I got this weird text, and I like. I don't get it! At all! And no one understood it either, dude, you are full of like, sixteen levels of nonsense-- are you even listening! There is so much bullshit music that sounds like candypop but for asians coming from in there--" The redhead banged on the door a few more times, huffing. She dug around in her phone, and decided to call him, instead. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Quote: we're doing this, we're making this happen
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 11:26 pm
It had just been a couple of days after what people were calling the incident. A vicious sort of rumour had spread throughout Deus Ex about the Haunted House survivors, a place that was quickly gaining a reputation equal if not greater than the Sahara.
Things were somber, now was a time for recovery, healing-
-And a loud shout from behind the door that sounded like the Sun Division lead. Followed by the most obnoxious blast of music and then - was that sobbing?
"Oh Madoka," Came a very familiar Allan sort of voice from the other side of the door, "You truly know true suffering."
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 11:41 pm
"I AM OPENING THIS DOOR," Clerise yelled into the phone, eyeballing the knob. Was it even locked?! She left that yelling as a message to him, hitting the end call button. "ALLAN!!" Clerise kicked the door open, her lower eyelid twitch. He was sitting in front of the tv watching...something with colourful lights. And. Music. And tiny girls, with big eyes, and ... what was going on??? "You! Hi! You sent me a text, and I didn't get it and--" The redhead stopped. She flipped open her phone, and went back to the text she'd been sent: Madoka was definitely one of the words amidst the emotes. As well as the word cosplay, even if she didn't know what that meant. "Who's Madoka? Why do I have to be her? Is this an animes?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 11:56 pm
Clerise was grabbed faster than she could say the word contract and placed im front of the TV to witness to unravelling of cute slightly deformed cartoon girls wearing over-the-top skirts prancing around.
Somehow despite the noise, Allan managed to grab her attention. His eyes were still slightly teary. "Clerise-chan." And then there was that look. "Do you know what true suffering is?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 12:22 am
Clerise yelped, staring bug-eyed at Allan, then the TV, then at Allan again. God DAMN he was like one of those NINJAS or something. She leaned as far away as she could from the screen, making a horrible face at it. "I am not a channel, also, suffering? Is that a serious question? Are we having hug-times-now, because I don't want a hug, I am fine. I am low on the suffering totem pole, I got my weapon back, we're all cool, so really, I have walked through the valley of the shadow of death and have returned TRIUMPHANT, so, I'd like to go now." Clerise made another face at the girls in all those SKIRTS and elaborate OUTFITS and that-- what was that?? "What in the WORLD is that little, like, white ratmouserabbit thing? What the ******** is coming out of its ears, are those party streamers?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 8:13 pm
Silence.
And then Clerise was rewarded with the look. 'The look' being that sort of look Allan gave someone when they didn't know what an extremely mainstream anime reference was - how could they not know - which, when one actually came to think about it, was actually pretty common. Maybe he just always looked like that.
Both of Clerise's hands were clasped tightly, a little too tightly. Soulful eyes gazed straight into her, one of pity. "It is time, Clerise-chan."
Wait time for what?
Thankfully Allan answered the invisible question, as he turned around, there was a quiet zip, and as he turned back again, in his hands was one beautiful pink ensemble. Yes, complete with the bow. And the wig. And the shoes. It was all shoved into her arms in place of where his hands had been a second ago.
"This is a mission, Clerise-chan, a mission for you to find your kokoro, learn true suffering, and become stronger. Now, more than ever, the kokoro of many of our comrades hurt deep, the darkness threatens to take over them, but before we move them to the light, we must learn to understand their suffering, which is why I, along with you of course, will embark on a quest to learn true suffering."
There was practically holy music playing in the background, the light seemed a little too bright as Allan dramatically raised one arm in the air. "Now, put on your costume of suffering and let us embark on a-" He finally noticed his cellphone ringing - "Oh, hi, what's up?" Pause. "Not now, Mark-kun, Clerise-chan and I are on a mission to understand true suffering, for without it, we cannot understand the kokoro of those in pai- hello? Are you still there?"
He shrugged and put away his phone, gave Clerise an expectant look, and then realized that she might need some privacy. Oh yes, of course. With a wink, the Sun lead turned the other way.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2012 11:51 pm
The silence from Allan, in conjunction with the continuing anime in the background, was almost worse than his constant prattle. Especially once he gave Clerise this look: "Time for wha-ow!" She leaned away a bit, squinting her red eyes in the Sun leader's direction. "Time for--" Clerise blinked. "Oh HELL no, I am NOT helping you put on, that, you are too big for it, where would your ARMS go, that's like, a gun show, what the--" Clothes to the face, and shoes, and fake hair and???? "Wait WHAT?" She stared in horror as Allan called her a chan. And said something about finding cocoa auras. And... And.... "Dude, my weapon broke, doesn't that count as true suffering--" He wasn't listening. Oh my god. Now he was talking to Mark, maybe she could just-- slink away-- She held the costume and articles in hand, and tried to slowly ...edge...to the door...Maybe...she could be free...
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 12:05 am
"DO NOT STRAY FROM THE DARKNESS!" Allan's loud, booming voice would travel a good portion down the hallway though the (remaining) division leads have rather resignedly gotten used to this by now. Was the Sun Lead talking to Clerise? Was he not? Upon chancing a glance at him-
- He was currently somehow doing handstands with one arm, while still staying glued on the TV making strange strangled noises-
-"Oh Madoka," Allan suddenly sobbed, "Suffering is difficult, if only you had others there for you. If only you knew that H-kun could-" He somehow managed (while still upside down doing handstands with one arm) to blow his nose.
A couple of Sun Hunters who had all intentions of reporting present day news to their lead, took one look at Allan and then back at the escaping Clerise. The look they gave her followed by the invisible hand motion of a finger slowly cutting across the neck and then something about a stabbing to the chest was nothing short of a threat that sounded very much like, 'If you dissapoint Allan we will cutt off your head, slice open your heart, and chop you to pieces and you know we can do it because we are Sun Hunters and have nothing better to do with our time. And oh, we'll also break all your expensive equipment and stuff it down your shirt.'
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 5:27 pm
Clerise was out the door in a flash, almost tempted to weep in relief as she escaped the clutches of a certain division lead. But there were some other Sun hunters that had turned to her, a demonic glint in their eyes. The woman froze with a grimace, and oh my god one of them was starting to summon their weapon, and it was a big one, why did the Sun hunters always have weapons that were so BIG, were they COMPENSATING for something, oh christ. Clerise firmly marched back into Allan's room and closed the door, heart racing. She heard the menacing voices through the door, just barely audible over the horrifically loud show that was making Allan weep like a newborn child devoid of their mother. Reluctantly, but without shame, the redheaded huntress stripped down to her skivvies, muttering expletives to herself as she yanked the goddamned outfit on. The dress, gloves, socks, shoes, collar, necklace, ribbons...and then the wig. Clerise grimaced, shutting her eyes. "YO. IT'S ON. OR. Something. Ugh. THIS ITCHES. MY HEAD ITCHES."
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 11:45 pm
Allan turned around -
- As his eyes lit up like the world's biggest fanboy, the Sun lead running over to give Clerise the biggest, happiest, bone-crushing hug ever.
He also didn't let go, and for some reason, was now sobbing onto Clerise's shoulder. "Clerise-chan," Sniff, sob, "I am so happy for you. Now you understand true suffering."
Finally, after more sobbing and babbling of random words like kawaii and sugoi, Allan finally let her go and wiped away remaining tears, blowing into a Hello Kitty handkerchief. He paused, inhaled one deep breath, and put on serious business face. "Now, Madoka-chan, go into this wide world and spread true suffering and when you are done, come back to me because I have a special prize for you." His eyes lit up again.
Pause. "And oh, take this with you!" Clerise was given a contract minipet. astrabot -Clerise must go into the wide world and spread true suffering. Basicallt she has to wear the costume for an IC 24 hours. When her IC 24 hours is over she can come back to Allan to recieve a special prize - PS: the minipet doesn't melt but it doesn't talk either, just really enjoying its time on Clerise's shoulder
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 11:00 am
Clerise held stock still, sucking in a deep breath in preparation for Allan's crushing hug. She wheezed, a little, her lower left eyelid twitching relentlessly.
Oh, she could show people suffering. Everything about this costume itched, and she had to wear it all day? (The look of those Sun hunters...terrifying...)
Clerise held the contract minipet at arm's length, giving it a look. Then she gave Allan a look. Then she gave the minipet another look, and decided that she'd be in better company if she took the damn thing with her and ran away.
Running would show fear, so in her heels, Clerise briskly walked away, staring daggers at anyone who looked at her. Most of them looked sympathetic, ecstatic, or amused.
The redhead wanted to punch them all in the d**k.
"I'LL BE BACK LATER," she yelled, her pace quickening, lest Allan wanted another hug.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 6:36 pm
Clerise stormed back, eye twitching. The minipet was stuffed into her shirt, knocked out cold from being obnoxious. She'd smacked it against a wall until it had gone silent, like she used to do to barbie dolls. Her outfit was torn in various places, and she was not pleased. "ALLAN," she yelled. "ALLAN I'M BACK GIVE ME MY CLOTHES BACK." Zoobey TRUE SUFFERING: ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 12:48 am
The minipet Clerise had been handling so well flopped to the ground, finally dissolving a bit, entirely lifeless. It was then that another minipet looking exactly identical to the first one appeared out of nowhere and ate the first one. It didn't even look shy about it or anything as it devoured the deceased one head first. It then looked up at Clerise with beady eyes.
"TADAAA!" Allan said, jumping out from the kitchen counter with a flourish. "You have unlocked true suffering!"
A pause where he kind of expected her to possibly jump in the air or yell 'kawaii' or 'yatta' or something that never quite happened.
"So," the Sun lead finally concluded, rubbing the back of his neck a little awkwardly, if not disappointed by the lack of hi-five, "About your clothes..." He pulled out a duffel bag, and then two, and then three. They were all brightly coloured. None of them looked like her clothing. "I'm sure they're in here somewhere...."
Unless Clerise had suddenly developed a fond taste for the pokemans, they were most definitely not her clothes.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 1:07 am
"Oh my sweet ********. That minipet is terrible, and so are you." She was a little transfixed, actually. It was remarkable how the second minipet just ate everything of the first, licking its little chops clean. "Oh no, Allan," Clerise said, horror rising in her voice as a similar chill ran up her spine. "Worst quest ever. It's a good thing you're just. So... happy." She pointed at Allan as he rifled through dufflebags. "AND. You better find my clothes. I was borrowing something from Clarice, guy. Clarice. I have to give that s**t back, man." She bit her thumbnail, waiting on him, resisting the urge to tap her foot. "Or else I'll take something as payment. You've got tons of s**t here, mister." Clerise picked up a tiny statue in revealing clothing, before quickly putting it down. "My god."
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2013 1:34 am
"I know," Allan followed up, misinterpreting her reaction entirely, "She is super kawaii, my All Purpose Cat Girl Nuku Nuku-chan exclusive figurine from Sakura-con last year! I won this for being the most enthusiastic cosplayer on stage, and the most enthusastic fan off stage, I even-"
- At this point the dialogue would continue on the same strain of what could only be called best, gibberish. Surely, somewhere, the Sun lead had best intentions and practices of being friendly, but such practices had also unfortunately, along with power and the terrible truth that power corrupted in the most horrible ways, gone awry in a sort of slowly friendly way that suggested that Allan had Lost Track of Reality Entirely.
He beamed, somehow nearing Clerise enough to put a hand on her shoulder. Again, the good intention was one-hundred- thousand percent there, in a sort of megawatt smile that only he could achieve. "If you like her, you can keep her as a reward for understanding true suffering! Only by embracing the darkness do you accept the light, two halves to a whole, incomplete, until your kokoro-
- And there he went again.
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