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 Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 8:06 pm
Nevada had been told over and over again by Leroy that she needed to boost her battling exprience. it was sad, she repeated in her head in the same snooty 20's slang voice of her weapon, that his pidge could only hit a few cans and kept proceeding to fall asleep.
What if they were on the battlefield? WHAT IF THINGS DID NOT ALLOW HER TO SLEEP?
It was this nagging that had her actively (slowly) searching for a sparring partner, sticking to the mist lounge as she watched hunters walk by. Of course she just couldn't OUTRIGHT challenge a older or more exprienced hunter because HAH she would lose but Trainee's like herself and some others were fair game!
And look at that, one male mistie caught her eye as he appeared and had the girl slowly slinking her way over to him, wrapping her small arms around his waist and chuckling.
"Hello handsome of the mist, want to spar with me?"
/WHOA PIDGE, YOU CAN'T JUST GET UP IN THEIR SPACE LIKE THAT!!/
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 8:17 pm
Roland had a cup of coffee, dark. It was the start of another day. He was planing on hitting the labs to do some more reading and thus was not at all planning on having a fight today. Or any real contact. The labs tended to leave him alone as a mist. He was an outsider according to most techs.
So when someone suddenly slipped up behind him wrapping an arm around his waist it caused him to jump spilling half his coffee on the floor. "Wha HAH!?" He turned about blinking, "Y-your not Candace."
<< Brilliant Roland! You know faces! Such a big boil you are. She must be new or something if she's asking to train with you. >>
Syvlia left him with that tidbit laughing in delight.
"I erm well. Uh, hi? I guess? Sure if you need a partner I can uhh go to the labs later."
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 8:28 pm
A bright smile beamed from bigger mist hunter (wow not many people she met smaller then her!) as she moved to lace her arm through his instead of holding on to his waist. A turn of the head and violet eyes mirrored playfulness.
"Oh? I like Candace, such a pretty hunter. But yes, sadly I am not her! My name is Nevada..like the state...A little joke between my parents.." She almost felt like a cat, slinking him towards the doors that led to the training fields and away from the Life labs...directing him if you will.
"And I do need a partner, unfortunately it seems I am not as compatible with the older hunters yet.." She gave his arm a pat, "So what's your name handsome? Or do you like to be called handsome?" She waited a beat, letting him talk.
/Augh, this kid looks small and weak. You sure we are going to get a serious fight out of him?/ Leroy seemed to be skeptical of her partner of choice...but when was he not skeptical of everything she did?
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 8:36 pm
Ro suddenly found his arm entwined with Nevada's he had no time to object as they where already moving towards the training ground path. His coffee was quickly finished off. Scolding hot! And empowering sort of, at least it woke him up a bit.
"A-ah yeah, I met her not long after I uh woke up and we've had some time to work together." He stumbled a bit before falling into step with her, though still locked in an arm twine. "Roland Taft." He added turning slightly pink at the handsome comment.
"I um well I can help, yeah, fighting the senior hunters is a umm..."
<< Terrible idea? >>
"Terrible idea."
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 8:43 pm
Oh..Oh he was just so adorable. Nevada had to resist the urge to press her cheek against his and rub. Something she did when only the other person was comfortable with her.
"That's funny! I met her when I woke from the pod. She was warm and I seemed to just latch myself to her." Nevada giggled, "How long have you been awake if you don't mind me asking? I'm literally fresh from the pod as they say." She made sure to walk slow, enjoying the chat and half dreading the work to come from sparring.
/Stop your stalling Dame and get a move on. I want to eat this guy's FEAR shield alive.../
"You can't eat a FEAR shield Leroy, so stop bothering me while I meet him!" Nevada chuckled, "Sorry, I forget that weapons can hear and talk to me but no one else. Leroy seems to think I am..stalling for our spar...It's true btw. I'd rather get to know you then fight just yet."
She laughed, a kind of deep husky laugh and patted his arm. "It is...indeed a terrible idea. A very, and terrible idea." she continued to smile at him. "So how old are you Roland Taft? do you like being a hunter?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 8:52 pm
"I met Rep out the pod, but I met Candace within a few days later for" He wasn't comfortable by a long shot at the moment, but he was confused and startled at how close she suddenly was. At least in the close perky bubbly sense. He almost worried she was hiding her true crazy behind it.
Like a cute version of Rep with a lot less sexisim hopefully.
"Hatchling right. Ahh a few months now? A few missions, lots of spars, and other odds and ends." He continued to move along not concerned about how quickly they would get there or not.
Then she was talking out loud.
<< AWWW SHE'S JUST LIKE YOU WHERE! >>
"Err yeah, that is right, weapons talk in the back of your head, mine um, really likes to sing in her native tongue." He didn't add that he had lately learned to sing in that same tongue when she was gone, re singing the songs he could recall he also paused. Did she just say B, T, W, out loud? "As for um, the shield thing, weapons can eat them. They get charges off of that to use their power. And in the worse case..." He moved his free arm to tug his shirt aside after slipping his coat down his arm revealing a nasty scar running from his shoulder towards his chest. "Weapons are dangerous shield or not..." He grew quiet as he said that still walking along.
"As for the rest, I'm 19 and I guess.... it depends on the day if I enjoy it you know? A good day or a bad day at work."
<< She'ssopreciousohmygoshcanwekeepher? >>
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 10:45 pm
Nevada pursued her lips and hummed happily. "Who is Rep?" She wondered if she would find out soon. All the trainee's and hunters. Some seemed even really tight with others.
She had no crazy though Ro so you don't have to worry.
"Hatchling? My weapon calls me Pidge but he sound like one of those movie mobsters from the twenties. And he insist on being called Leroy the snake...but I just call him leroy." She yawned as they walked and patted the hairpin of her unsummoned weapon.
"I was pretty much awake when you guys returned from the mission where the two other hunters were taken away..." It seemed to be sensitive mission so Nevada treaded it carefully, "Officially though, I haven't done much but small amounts of work in the other divisions..."
She blinked and then laughed again. "That must be nice though! Is she a good singer?" She was curious as she peered, looking for the weapons. Though it was safe to assume that if her's was unsummoned...then so was his. "I see, then I guess Leroy was right. it wouldn't be the first time!" She blinked as he pulled away, sad by the sudden lack of heat before staring with sympathy and wonder at the large scar. A gentle hand reached out to touch it and she bit her lip. "I see. This is good to know." Her eyes shifted, thoughtful before disappearing back into her lazy smile.
"I'm 19 as well. I hear its a little young for hunters but there are younger..." She nodded, "I can't wait to start missions...Well I can...If they are a lot of work and such but..." She instantly wrapped her arm in his again, snuggling close so that she could get the return heat.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 10:55 pm
"Someone you don't need to meet right now. He uh, isn't fond of most women, and uh, that goes double for most Mist Women." They continued to walk, and though Ro didn't know it he would be very greatful to know that Nevada was not the crazy. At least not the bad kind.
"Sylvia calls me by the names everyone else does, nothing really pet like or anything. Hatchling seemed to be a term other hunters used." His free hand moved up to flick the silver scythe hanging from his ear on a small chain, his own weapons totem. It felt good to have her hanging there again.
"Y-yeah... that mission..." The moment the topic of Bix and Ceres was brought up he grew quiet, distant even not saying much of anything after that as they walked. Eventually he shook his head, "She's a Banshee, her idea of singing is rather loud, chaotic even. It's not all bad but uhhh it takes a while to get used to her singing 'properly' if that makes sense."
"As for the scar, when your weapon says your shield is failing, listen to them. Or that's what can happen. Thanks to Sylvia I still have an arm with a scar instead of none." What ever fear it invoked was wiped away with a lazy smile from the new Mist. Suddenly she was wrapped around him again and he found himself blushing and squirming slightly.
"Er well being a hunter isn't exactly.... easy lazy work..."
They where slowly getting closer to the training grounds.
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 12:39 pm
"Well that's a shame! I never understand why someone can dislike another because of their gender but then again, our world is filled with predejuice." She hummed thoughtfully, wondering if maybe she SHOULD meet Rep just in case. It would be better to get to know someone before passing judgement.
"It must be a halloween thing. I wonder if they have hatchlings instead of babies?" She joked, Leroy on the other hand made a high pitched scream that had her ears ringing and her hand covering her ear.
/WE DO NOT TALK ABOUT THE PUMPKINS!! THEY ARE NOT FOR YOU PIDGE!!/
"ah Leroy is screaming about pumpkins. Sorry." She waited till the rant was over, letting Ro mull over the silence of lost friends. When he talked about his weapon next, she smiled widely and tried to imagine it.
"That's pretty close to metal or punk so maybe she is toughening you up for it? So she tends to scream things...that must be a headache in a half if it feels like anything Leroy does when he screams in my ears.." She waited a beat, "But I am sure its just darling screaming..." So she didn't offend the Banshee.
/What the kid said, I won't let anything happen to you pidge, Much less anything that would do physical damage to your body.../ Leroy smugly intervened, /My dame's are always pretty, don't need some scars mulling your pretty little white skin.../
"Ah that's a shame~" She sighed wistfully, staring at the impending grounds. "And here I thought I might be lucky enough for paperwork and minimal task..." she laughed again.
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 12:48 pm
"It's... complicated. Best not to dwell on and best to just sort of ignore as it happens." He continued to walk along, almost getting comfortable being connected at the arms with the strange new girl. She was... very forward? It was hard to pin her but she seemed nice enough.
"Naw we get called Hatchling by most hunters because we come out of giant metal pods that kinda feel like eggs." He waved his free hand, no need to worry gesture as she remarked about Leroy screaming.
<< For the record pumpkins dear Roland, are how we have kids. And the ghoul is right, I am a darling singer and any objection is a load of pumpkin guts. I'm lovely. You know it. Don't deny it. HOWEVER! It's more of a classical style thank you. Just very high notes~! >>
"Ahh well it's not really metal or punk, high classical she says and she's kinda right. It's really hard to explain, she would do it far more justice but um she's kinda... up here." He tapped his forehead gently.
The grounds where in range now and he slowly slipped himself free from the other hunter marching towards the ground. "Fraid not, we're Mists, we clean up everyone else's mess, we do the same work as anyone and everyone. Paperwork one day, recon the next, down to outright fighting."
Speaking of which.
<< Lets show her how I really like to sing! >> Her voice was filled with delight as Roland moved his left hand past his ear, a light shrill hum filling the air around him as he seemed to pull a scythe from nowhere into his left hand, a faint mist leaking from the blade and figure on the head.
"Silvya seems excited for this actually... I think she's been pent up in my head for too long..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 12:59 pm
"Sounds like a plan, too much work again to worry about a strangers opinion.." Besides, it wasn't like she was the type to dwell on things. Hell, the only dwelling she did was when she should take her next nap...Or why Leroy kept calling her pidge.
"Ah....I never took a good look at the pods haha. I was literally half asleep and poor miss Candace had to walk me to the cove to get my weapon." She waved her hand, "I tell you, the stairs back up that cove had me in a fit. Easy coming down, but on the way up? Omg." She chuckled.
"Ah I am sorry Sylvia!" her eyes widened and crinkled with amusement, "It makes me wonder how she sounds! now I am really curious! Someday you'll have to sing it for me Roland!" Again the heat of his body disappeared as he moved away, causing the mist trainee to sigh in defeat. Ah it was probably time to duel.
/FINALLY been walking around this place conversating like you got all the time in the world. I'm ready to FIGHT./
She watched as the scythe appeared and studied it. Melee weapon? Long range though...might make it hard.
/Summon me, summon me. That little thing has got nothing on me!/ Nevada judged on what Leroy meant by little, waited and then held out her hands as the pin in her hair disappeared, reforming into the outheld hands as a tommy gun.
"I hope you don't mind a gunfight too Handsome..." She rested the gun in her hand and cocked her head to the side..."Should we start?"
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Miliardo Kason rolled 1 20-sided dice:
13
Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 1:04 pm
"I fell out of my pod and nearly puked, but thats because I still remember what happened right before I woke up." An appology from a stranger, another hunter just doing what they where told to do. The hammer clicking back, the last things before the world went black and back to life again as he fell out the pod.
Dying sucked.
"Cove wasn't too bad, Sylvia was singing the whole way down and back again. I umm I could try and sing it, but since Sylvia is awake she'll do nothing but complain about how bad I do it." He shrugged a bit grinning, "I'm not bad but I don't do a Banshee song justice."
Suddenly she was holding a tommy gun and Roland could only frown. "Oh come on, you get the gun? Sylvia why aren't you a gun? I know how to use a gun...."
<< HEY! I am a VERY lovely weapon and you should be VERY happy to have me! >> She huffed a bit but started to hum a short tune, it seemed she was ready to fight none the less.
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 20-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 1:13 pm
"Oh well..." She gave him a sympathetic look, "that must've been bad..." She could only imagine the poor hunter coming out green from the pod. Then again, the memories that came before would be enough to cause a revolt of the stomach.
Yeah...Dying sucked.
"Really! that is just...I love your weapon!" She laughed again, "she must be full of such energy!" Leroy started to grumble in her head about how she was giving to much attention to the other weapon making her laugh boom. "Leroy thinks that I'm going to leave him for your Sylvia. Shush Leroy, I love you the most." Even in the short amount of time, the obvious bond with her weapon would be that she loved him.
There was no way she wouldn't.
"Well Leroy said he was a Mobster reaper...And this was his weapon so I inherited him..as his weapon?" She bit her lip, "If that makes sense?" The mist girl tapped her hand on it and then blinked.
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Miliardo Kason rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 1:18 pm
<< I like this girl she has better taste then you do! >>
< Enough of that; she has a -gun- we need to get in... >
<< Your job not mine Roland, chip chop chip! >>
"I suggest not leaving for another weapon, weapons are ummm finicky they tend to stay for life and some get really upset when you look at other weapons. Hell some hunters get upset when you talk like that.
Rep.
"Sylvia was just a Banshee, why she's a scythe, I dun know I guess, I figure the little figure up top is supposed to be her..." He started walking forward slowly as he talked making to inspect Sylvia's blade and head.
He realized a bit too late, that he wasn't going to get close enough to strike her, but continued to bluff his way closer none the less.
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 8
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 5:02 pm
/stop talking about leaving me Pidge!/
Nevada shrugged as she held the gun in a defensive stance...aka holding it to block her body in case a scythe came towards her.
"I wouldn't leave Leroy. I need him." She said a little breathy and stared as he got closer.
"Well darling if you want to hug or be close to me instead of battle, Why did you just say so?" Nevada moved herself in closer instead, "I can 'check' her weapon too! I want to see her up close!"
/Your a dumb broad Nevada, he's drawing you in so he can attack you. he needs a close range. We don't. So stop walking and shoot!/
"Ah it looks like Leroy doesn't want me close to you Roland! i guess I will have to fight from back here!" As she pulled the trigger, watching the small fear bullets slam into Roland's Fear shield.
Well...
Nevada: 40/40
Damage: 6
Charge: 1/3
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