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iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 8:49 pm
Marcus had chosen to have some time to himself. Just relax, work out some stress. His choice to go to a spa and just have a day to himself- why not? Cass was going to join him later, they did enjoy some time separate after all. A heated sauna, he was going to sweat out the stress and try something new. They told him to just be careful, don't nap in there, go with someone- he was a rather open person, but he wasn't going to seek anyone out. If anyone else was there oh well. He'd deal. He just wanted to relax, de-stress, enjoy the day- then go home and sleep. He was not expecting anyone or anything, but of course, fate would always have other plans.
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 10:16 am
Wilson didn’t go to spas. Not really. Just chilling in his room fiddling with his Rubik’s cube or playing his viola was fine with him. Even just running around the island or somewhere else scenic was fine with him, but sometimes it was good for a chance of scenery. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been to a spa anyways.
Sure, he wasn’t supposed to go in alone or something, but Wilson was pretty sure he wouldn’t be inside for long—just enough to relax and then he would be back on his merry way. But he couldn’t help but pause as soon as he stepped inside. There was another person, which wasn’t a problem. It was just that it was a familiar face. “Hey.” He half nodded to Marcus and plopped down on the seat opposite to the moon hunter. “Didn’t think I’d see you here.”iStoleYurVamps I nearly forgot about this gomen
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 9:49 pm
The sudden Wilson came as a bit of a slight surprise. The gas man wasn't one he'd have expected to meet at a spa of all places. But hey, he wouldn't begrudge a man his way of relaxing. He'd also come to a spa so he really had no room to talk. "Yeah, well, not many of us go to spas... or off island for things like spas." He shrugged, looking around at the small heated room. ".........." What did a guy talk about in a spa? At a spa? Girls? Their bosses? The last mission? "I was told they bathe in mud here." Mud. Yes. Very manly. Next you'll be discussing the Brazilian.
The what?
Oh, just order one, you'll thank me later.
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 8:44 am
“It’s true,” Wilson admitted. “I’d actually prefer going to a shooting range for a few hours, but going to a spa once in a while isn’t so bad.” The conversation ended in silence quickly, but he didn’t mind it. He placed his hands on his knees before glancing at Marcus. It seemed like he wanted to keep the talk going…? The death hunter nearly opened his mouth, but Marcus had already spoken up.
“Oh, is that so?” He knitted his brows and frowned curiously. “I remember that some people do that, but it seems a bit weird…Are you going to try it?”
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 8:57 pm
Marcus had a close combat weapon. He'd tried a gun once. Cass had taken the gun away from him. At the question if he was going to bathe in mud, Marcus shook his head then- "If I wanted to bathe in mud why would I pay $100 for it? I just... I don't get it. It's some kind of special mud I guess. Could get same treatment playing football in the rain really." Just be more clothed. ".... What are you gonna do?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 8:32 am
Well, not everyone was meant to handle a gun. It’s okay Marcus.
Wilson snickered. “That’s true. I don’t really see the appeal of doing a mud bath at a spa.” He opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Nothing intelligible, anyways. “Uuuuh. Um. Good question.” Wilson leaned back slightly while he scratched his head. “Maybe a massage? And I think I saw a sign back there for some aromatherapy…” His voice drifted off and it was clear to see why he was now wondering why he had come to a spa in the first place. “What about you?”
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 11:05 am
Marcus was just about as unsure as Wilson at that point, hemming and hawing over just exactly what he could do. "Depends on who's giving the massage. If its a woman I won't have to deal with Dis as badly as if it was-" Dis started to cackle. "....Actually I might skip that. Kinda thought about doing the whole needles in your face thing. Acupuncture? Seems interesting, given the whole fact needles are supposed to relax you." His voice held his doubts. He half expected it to be painful. "What do they do with aromatherapy? Just make you smell stuff? Put perfume on you? You're going to come back smelling like roses Wilson." Maybe flowers in his hair too.
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 8:41 am
Now that Marcus brought it up, Wilson began to think. “Yeah, I suppose, but a massage is a massage, right?” Pause. “Although I’ve heard of some odd experiences from my friends—Oh, okay then.” The death hunter crinkled his face at the mention of acupuncture. He had definitely heard of the treatment, considering how fairly common it was among the Asian community. Actually his aunt had tried it on him at one point…
“I think I’ll pass on acupuncture.” He shuddered. “I have no idea what happens in aromatherapy to be honest. I guess that’s what happens?” Wilson scratched his head. “Well, as long as I smell good it’s not completely…bad…right…?” he offered doubtfully.
And in the end they still hadn’t figured out what to do next.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2013 1:42 pm
Rosey posey Wilson. It was hard to picture Wilson smelling good- especially given his weapon being a bit..gassy. Dis felt it a good time to remind Marcus just how he felt about gramps and how he really wanted to se him again and couldn't he be let out to play? He'd be good he'd behave he'd- "Dis misses your Gramps I guess." It was out of the blue, and Marcus waved it off. "Sorry, he won't shut up. Anyway, you could go for that smell session, I could go for that needle treatment, meet back up and figure out what to do? Maybe if two guys go in together for a massage- wait.." Marcus's face turned into a scowl as Dis started making 'suggestions.'
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 9:11 am
Now, just because his weapon was gassy didn’t mean it actually smelled. Gases could be odorless too—oh who was he kidding the gas jokes would never end no matter how hard he tried.
A loud, angry wheeze echoed inside Wilson’s head. “Hmmm. I can’t say Gramps feels the same way,” he answered sheepishly, a finger scratching his cheek. Even now he could vaguely remember the angry tweets. If he thought hard enough he could remember the numbing pain in his side from the catoblepas’ relentless kicking. For a weapon that sounded like a wheezy old man, he knew how to throw a childish temper tantrum.
The hunter shrugged. “Sure. That’s fi—…” He furrowed his brows together as if to say Do I really want to know? Wilson stood up and raised his arms. “Meet you back in an hour or so?”
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 10:45 am
"No one feels the same way about Dis the way Dis feels about Dis. If he could be in a golem on the island all to himself I can assure you he'd manage to drive his own reflection away with his ego." No doubt that's how the myth of vampires lacking reflections started. Their own egos drove them off. Dis didn't even take offense, he just gave Marcus a mental nod because it probably was partly true. "Yeahhhh lets skip the massage, or go separate. I can only deal with so much of an annoying mental occupant before I want to kill myself. An hour seems good." Looking at Wilson, there was a pause. "Been meaning to ask though- You doing okay? With everything?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 3:19 pm
“But would we really want Dis in a golem again?” Wilson asked with a quirked brow, wary. He knew that he would probably prefer his own weapon stuck in his head rather than constantly beating him up. Ow. He subconsciously rubbed his side as if he could still feel the sting of Gramps’ boots digging into his ribs.
“Well, we can do the massage after if he still want to.” He raised an arm to wave at Marcus, but the moon hunter looked at it oddly. Wilson stopped, tilting his head slightly while he waited for the question undoubtedly on the man’s mind. He pressed his lips together before smiling like usual. “What makes you say that? I’m fine as fine can be.” [...]
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 12:45 pm
Marcus paled. No, now that he thought about it, he didn't want Dis in a Golem. Not again. Even if eventually... he'd have to, per their agreement. But Wilson's reply about his own well being mad him frown. Not an angry one, but more of one from disappointment. "Wilson." It was said in a sigh as Marcus leaned back, hand folding together while he mulled over it. Dis offered nothing, and Marcus wasn't sure how to just.. talk. "I don't like calling people liars unless I have reason to think them so. But Wilson... Seriously. You're withdrawing from everyone it seems like. Plus you just... You don't seem all that happy." Happiness was relative, but then, it helped to be happy so you had a reason to keep going. "I may be an a** but that doesn't mean I don't notice or care about this kind of stuff you know."
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Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 9:17 pm
The pale face did not go unnoticed by Wilson. He said nothing, but nodded knowingly. He completely understood the hunter’s feelings and could safely say he didn’t want the catoblepas in a golem again for a long, long time. Not unless he promised not to kick Wilson in the side.
He stiffened when he heard his name. The hunter remained rooted to his spot as he tried to formulate an answer, but his brain struggled to make sentences. It was funny how Marcus of all people seemed to notice. No one ever seemed to, but perhaps they were just too busy trying to deal with their own problems. He’d always been so careful about it, grown so used to putting others’ wellbeing before himself. It was almost second nature now.
When Wilson smiled, it was warm. “I appreciate the concern, but I’m as happy as I’ve always been.” He waved at Marcus again. “In an hour, okay?”iStoleYurVamps I can't even remember why exactly he was sad but oh well I think I have an idea trololol
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 9:22 pm
The warm smile did little to reassure Marcus of anything. All he saw was Wilson, smiling that same Wilson smile, saying he was fine. "That's the most bold faced lie I've heard in a while." He didn't bother beating around the bush with what he though. "Think it over Wilson. I'm good at secrets- my own, and those of others." Returning the wave Marcus nodded. "An hour. I expect you there so don't make me go chasing after you."
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