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 Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 11:00 am
Bix was alive and had the pleasant treat of waking up to his weapon, alive and well, cooing to him in his mind. He knew it was only a matter of hours until people found out that stories of his demise had been greatly exaggerated. He knew he'd have to see his friends. Gale was first. Before. Ariane. He should probably even go see Molly and apologize for his manic episode the day before. The albino couldn't help being used to his early routine and keeping with it made him feel more attached and alive. it also gave him time to try and sift through his memories, fuzzy and jumbled. He still didn't have much of an idea of how he died. Bix currently was sitting on a low wall near the training fields in his workout sweats. He rolled Mina's marbles over his fingers, deft reactions keeping the small orbs moving. It had taken a long time to master the exercise but now he was almost an expert with the marbles, his movements were exact and precise. He didn't even need to look. He was basically staring out at blank space. Not many people were even out and about at this hour.
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 1:47 pm
Rep's sleep had been erratic and broken since the insanity haunted house, some nights he slept through, other nights there were nightmares, lingering dreams not far thrown from the sort he'd experienced in the bunker. He could only put it down to the fog. Still, the fact remained that there was little point in going back to sleep that morning, and after being jolted awake, he'd slipped out of bed, got dressed and went for a walk.
It was too early to train and even passing by the cafeteria, most of the good things weren't laid out yet to eat. So he found himself gravitating on sheer instinct to the training fields. When there was nothing else to do, there was always the dummies to be smacked around, to help wake him up.
He absolutely wasn't expecting to see Bix there. He froze dead in his tracks like someone had run an icy finger along his spine. Bix was dead, he'd seen him, how could this even be? It took him a few startled minutes to somehow get his brain running again, heading over to stand warily by the albino and peer at him incredulously.
"The ********> was about as eloquent as he got.
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 3:49 pm
Being spaced out had prevented Bix from seeing Rep coming. The sun had even worked against him, the larger man's shadow not falling on him. Instead he had the pleasure of jumping, almost scattering his marbles, when the other eloquently questioned his existence.
"Uh.." He gathered the red orbs and dropped them back into their leather pouch. "Rumors of my death have only been slightly exaggerated?"
He was still trying to go over it all in his head, parse out the memories. Mina had absolutely no memory whatsoever of what had happened and Ceres was in the same boat as him.
"I woke up on a morgue slab, in one of those fridge drawers, if it makes you feel better." The memory sent a shudder down his spine. There was really no explaining the horror of waking up with a toe tag, on a metal death tray.
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 4:36 pm
Rep gave Bix an entirely critical look, as if he'd somehow intentionally faked his death just to get everyone worked up. But even Rep found it hard to believe that anyone would leave their friends as torn up as some people seemed to be at the other Sun kicking the bucket. As he clarified a little further where he'd found himself it was with an odd chill. Okay, maybe he hadn't faked it, that sounded terrifyingly close to ending up underground.
"Wow. That. Must have been ******** creepy." He couldn't keep the sympathy out of his usually snarky voice. "And way too ******** close."
He raised a brow slightly before asking very carefully. "Do you like, remember anything before that?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 4:58 pm
"It was definitely cold." Bix smirked a bit. "And all we had on was sheets. Ceres too." Also alive. "Tried not to think about it too much."
Bix jostled the bag of marbles in his hand, clacking them lightly within their leather confinement. He glanced up at Rep, unsure if they'd ever even had a real conversation. Generally Bix avoided him. He didn't even like the vibes he got from the guy in a group but he was a fellow Sun and it wasn't good to be outright aggressive. It also wasn't much in his own nature. He just had a healthy aversion to bullies.
But another thing Bix was not, was a liar. He also had a difficult time with secrets. He'd never much seen the sense in it, lies tended to have a way of revealing themselves and telling the truth had always served to work out for him better in the end. The albino knew he'd be telling this story repeatedly, perhaps for a week or more. Might as well getthe truth out now, and have the story correct before it started to spread around.
Thankfully it was a simple story.
"Not much." He locked his eyes on Rep's seriously. "Got out of the fog. Fought Red dragon. This seriously would be the second time she killed me. Well.. mostly killed." Bix rubbed his nose from the morning chill. He had more of a dislike of cold after being in that fridge. "She disappeared. I.." Bix squinted, like he was again piecing it together. "..grabbed Ceres and hugged her and then it's just blurry. My weapon doesn't remember anything, from even before that."
Bix tapped his right side, his ribs. "I think I was stabbed?" What he remembered didn't make much sense, a desaturated grey blur. He remembered looking down like he was flying. That was all.
The arched lifted his brows. "What actually happened?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 5:22 am
"Wow. Dead and mostly naked. I'd ******** flip my s**t. Shows how professional they are in this place if they can't even tell a dead person from someone who is alive." he scowled. It wasn't very heartening, he didn't fancy passing out on a mission and waking up on someone's autopsy table. Just the thought of it made his blood run cold.
He listened with real interest to what Bix had to say about what he remembered of the fight.
"Man you really don't remember. ********. You like. Mixed up with I'm guessing your wep, a big ******** wingy dragony thing. It was amazing. " at least by Rep terms, on the terms of anyone else, horrifying was probably a more apt descriptor. "Same with Ceres" He was still dissapointed no one had figured out a way to harness that hunter bleeding into weapon effect. Perhaps one day.
"We took you out. Even despite the idiots who wanted to stop us."
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 6:16 am
"Well according to Lance we were dead." It wasn't some case of mistaken diagnosis or anything. "Something about them suspecting it would be a matter of time? I really.." Bix rubbed his eyes. Thinking about it sort of hurt his head. "If Aria hadn't had us taken to the morgue, the Lifers would have gotten a hold of us." No one wanted that. He definitely may not be alive right now if it hadn't been for that one small kindness. He wanted to thank her at some point. Bix listened to Rep's description of what happened. Mixed up with his weapon? Oh Bixy baby. Mina purred. Sssssounds like we had some fun. Finally one? You give this ghoul the ssshiverss just thinking about it. She hissed a laugh at him. It certainly explained some things. Why all of his memories seemed to be at a strange angle of view, why it was so strange in general, detached. "Ceres is back too." Had he mentioned that part? He'd hate to seem like he'd woken up and she was still gone. "What do you mean... wanted to stop you? Did we... hurt anyone?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 8:49 am
"So you guys were completely dead." he said, as if laying things out factually for his own benefit, gaze somewhat distant and thoughtful. His voice was void of its usual aggression and snark as he went on. "And then you weren't. Just like that. Pushing up the daisies then not. Kind of suspicious." It was a weird turn of affairs and raised another question that seized his attention. "But you guys were held back cause Aria and Lance got involved. That's pretty ******** suspicious if you ask me. I mean yeah, good that they did but how the ******** did they know to snipe you guys from the divisions who actually research s**t?" Rep's dislike of Mist division was no secret to anyone, and this seemed like fairly potent ammunition in his war of casting doubt upon them. "I mean as far as I know they are just meals on wheels and a dumb b***h. For all anyone knows they could in cahoots with whatever's controlling the insanity." Come to think of it. There had been something vaguely familiar about...
He conceded this might actually be the case and waved his conspiracy theory aside for now. "But aye. You guys kind of went off on one. Like, I mean I'm assuming whatever was in control of the insanity was using you. You didn't murder anyone but you probably could have if you got given a chance. Couple of suns polished you off first." He didn't mention himself under that umbrella term. "Because you seemed more of a threat, Ceres seemed confused. Well. She was confused till she went after the guy who killed you. Then she was just ******** furious." He laughed. It was totally okay to laugh now they were alive again right? "Besides, she had a wall of ******** idiots trying to protect her, people saying they could find a cure for whatever the ******** happened to you both, flat against Cael's orders. I bet it lost us the battle."
"It was pretty ******** awful though I have to say, there was this b***h in a cloak. She was stealing people's weapons. She used your bow too, against like our own people." This last part was said with a disgusted curl of his lip. In his opinion there was no greater violation of a hunter than for someone else to use their weapon.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 10:18 am
Bix's brow scrunched when Rep went on about his suspicions. Bix didn't distrust Aria or Lance. He'd never been given reason to. He couldn't say that Rep was wrong though, it was strange that they'd snatched the bodies but at the same time, if he'd had a similar suspicion he probably would have done the same thing. "Well whatever their reasons, I'm glad not to be hacked up by H or used as some sort of guinea pig. I could be in a cell or a cage or.. something, instead of right here." The description of the battle sounded about right. Morally ambiguous orders. Some following, some disobeying. Bix wasn't surprised and not a single bone in his body even cared to ask who put him down. This was their life, following orders. He only smirked when Rep mentioned Ceres going nuts when he went down. He couldn't remember it but it was nice to hear that someone would fight for him. "Well if you're looking for someone who really would know about Insanity.. the b***h in the cloak would be the one." Bix rubbed his nose again. He didn't remember if Rep had met Red the first time. "She was impersonating Aria for a while. She even bonded with a weapon. Last Halloween she merged with it and turned into an insanity dragon and.." he frowned. "Almost died that time too. Stealing weapons, infecting people, using us against ourselves. That's her MO."
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 12:19 pm
"Aye, that's a relief at least. We've lost enough people already, I don't really want to like, lose more. Especially not when there's so few Suns to begin with." Most of them were complete and utter lunatics, but they were the nearest thing Rep had and would ever have to a family, some apparently nearer to literal in that sense than others.
Rep's suspicions were revived back anew as Aria was mentioned in the same breath as the insanity, as the woman..dragon..wolf...thing. He hadn't been there back then, but part of him was glad he wasn't, almost anyone who mentioned the battle at the old haunted house did so with hushed and anxious tones. It sounded like it had been one wild battle.
"Bizzare, sounds like she's got a real ******** chip on her shoulder about hunters. Powerful too. Would be nice to finally put her down with finality." But maybe that would prove much more difficult than could have ever been thought if she had influence from within the organisation.
"She took Caelius' scythe too you know. Opened a portal to here. s**t's ******** up really."
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 4:56 pm
Well it was nice to know that in some way Rep didn't wish him dead. No matter what the reasoning. This conversation seemed like a good step towards not hating each other in every interaction. Bix listened intently about Caelius. "So he's dead then? Not sure if I can buy it.. but.. If he's not around. Don't like the idea she can just make portals here though." Bix clearly had some sort of ulterior motive when it came to Caelius' death. "Thanks for the info." Was all he said. Perhaps he could finally go get the rest of that letter. Perhaps someone else could finally tell him his parentage information. He slid down off the wall and stuffed his hands into his workout jacket. The young man looked ready to go in. "I think I'm gonna get some food." He frowned. "My friends cleaned out my dorm.. my sparse grocery supply is just gone." His eyes fell, the memory of coming back to an empty room still ate away at him. "I'll uh.. see ya around. I guess." Awkward Bix is never not awkward.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 9:43 am
"Aye man. Got hacked to butcher meat by the b***h in the cloak. Mark seems like he's been running or at least ruining Death in his absence." Rep was still rattled by the chilliness most people responded with when told of Cael's apparent death. He'd found the guy blunt and to the point while being wholly intolerant of failure. He couldn't see what wasn't to like.
Which was probably the reason he expected the same sort of indifference to follow if anything major happened to him.
"Aye, no problem, can imagine why that'd be shite. Time to play treasure hunt with your belongings. Have fun."
He didn't seem fussed with the awkwardness, simply decided to train a bit till he was properly worn out.
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