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 Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 8:33 pm
External Mission  *NEW* Rebuild Existing Deus Interior: * Trainee class difficulty * Start an RP where Hunters are helping with rebuilding (as they please), this can be from the outer walls, the dorm rooms, hallways, abandoned down areas, so on so forth, sky's the limit. * 1 mission reward point for attempting these courses ((OOC REFERENCE: Pretty Much Everything That Has Happened Recently))
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 8:42 pm
After having pestered a random superior multiple days in a row for something to do, Abbi had successfully acquired her first mission on Deus. Not that the whole planting thing had really counted because that had been dirty work, grunt work if you will, and she was way above that. Too bad that her first Real Mission at Deus was also to deal in the dirty work of rebuilding part of an exterior wall that had begun to crumble. It was to be an easy job, just a little over ten weak points that only needed a good slathering of wet cement and maybe an additional brick or two to patch them up before they would be good as new. But Abbi, for all her excitement to be given something useful to do, was beginning to feel a bit like she had been roped in for more grunt work. "I don't even know how cement works! Well I mean kind of I do! There's some molecular bonding that happens but... Ugh! Why do they keep giving me this stuff to dooooo?!" The teen pulled at her two orange pigtails in dismay, staring down at the bucket of two liquids she was to mix before putting it into the wall. Why was fate so cruel? She had joined to become a champion of the world and was quickly turning into a loser construction worker. Face Your Demons idk lame tag is real lame
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Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 6:58 pm
Harland was resisting the urge to walk around with his tongue out of his mouth as if that would help clear the taste of the rations he'd been eating while the power was out. He was a guy with a hearty appetite, and all this work was making him hungrier than ever. He'd basically need a caffeine drip at this point.
☆≼So long as you are not fat, Belle,≽ Coyote said, and Harland sulked even more.
"At least I have a body. You're just jealous I won't hit on the ladies for ye," Harland said, grimacing. It was true, he didn't. Not really Harland's style. Hard work, though, was; it comforted him to help rebuild the Deus buildings. It seemed like he, more or less, had the same goal the red-headed teenager did, but Harland could sense her frustration even without making out the words as he approached her.
"Excuse me, miss," he said, with his shifting accent some muddled combination of his daddy's Texan accent and his native Irish one, "Name's Harland Leander Belle, and I do believe I'm here to help with this wall," he explained, with a tip of his hat in greeting.
He squinted at the wall, going suddenly silent, as he rifled through his vast memory banks for how to rebuild walls.
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2013 8:58 pm
Lamenting her unlucky lot in life, Abbi was left to stand there a few moments longer and tug mournfully on her twin tails. Thankfully she was quickly distracted by someone approaching her, but the teen was reluctant to quit her whining just yet and thus turned toward the person who spoke to her, eyebrows puckered up and mouth pouting out. Normally not one to be interested in people's accents, today seemed to prove the exception. With a small noise of surprise the girl let go of her hair as she turned a curious face up toward the man speaking to her. "Oh! Wooooow your accent is like... Southern but not?" The girl stepped closer and furrowed her eyebrows, trying to place the accent. It wasn't often (as in, it never happened) that the girl encountered a Southern accent since she hailed from Connecticut where they were practically nonexistent. "So are you from Alabama or something? I don't think I've ever heard of anything like that!"So cool.But introductions had been made and the teen quickly snapped to attention, a hand shoved between the two. "Ah! I'm Abbi Killian, its really nice to meet you wait a minute... Harland... Leander... Belle? Soooo which one do I call you by?" If he wanted to be called Belle, there was no way Abbi would object. Even if she might mildly judge him for it. Not that she would ever admit to it, of course. But she was at least good to give him an amused smile, as she waited for his response. "I'm glad you're going to help me with this wall though! I really appreciate it!" Abbi tacked on quickly with a more upbeat tone, doing her best to flutter her lashes at Harland because, well, boy. Nice boy who was going to help. Yay boy~
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 9:29 pm
Harland was smiling, because he was always smiling, but on the inside he was probably drowning in his own tears. Alabama?! he thought, his national pride curling in on itself and withering in a corner. "My Da was Texan, spent Christmas there; grew up in Connemara. I'm mostly Irish," he tried to explain, as cheerfully as possible. Maybe he should just learn sign language and avoid this altogether.
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Abbi," he said, holding her hand in his firm, calloused grip. He would normally brush the knuckles with a kiss, but Abbi was way too young for him to feel okay about that, so he just smiled, shook her hand and relinquished it. "Ye wouldn't use a man's full name, now would ye? Just Harland'll do, thank you kindly," he said. No, Belle was something he could do without. And Leander was just his middle name.
"I'd be lyin' if I said it wasn't for my own good, too," he said, "Sooner everythin's fixed up, sooner we can get back to our lives," he said. Whatever there was of them, anyway.
"So where're you from, Abbi? That you came here so young," he asked. He wished, in some secret part of himself, that he'd made it here so young too. It would have been a haven for him, at a time when no one believed him, and he'd been cast aside.
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 2:20 pm
"So Texas and.... Ireland? WOOOOOOW. That's so, so cool!" The teen hopped up on the tips of her toes to bounce a smile at her apparent partner in this task. "So is it really pretty there? I've never been but I always wanted to go! I bet if I could perfect my accent I'd fit right in!" What with the red hair and freckles and pale skin and all. "You should definitely tell me all about it." Perfect introduction: Nailed it. Thankfully for Harland, the teen was unacquainted with knowing people realized she was so young and curbing their actions accordingly. Had she known he usually kissed the other girls' hands, she would have pouted most emphatically at him and probably been a big baby about the whole thing. Funny how that would have been the Adult Thing To Do, in her mind. Yet the girl remained happily unaware and gave a good-natured roll of her eyes. "I would use a man's full name if I were very, very angry with him!" She told him with a mid-air jab of one finger, the better to make her point with. But she dropped it quickly to nod once at him. "Harland it is, then!"And that was the second person whose middle name she knew! Maybe she would have to start a fun little game of learning everyone on the island's middle names. She could store them in her planner and keep a very good list of all the people she knew and ooohhhh what gorgeous plans that sounded like. Maybe she would even go so far as to devote a whole journal to all the people she knew and just aaahhhhhh~ So caught up in her little plans, the teen kind of missed some of what he had said. With a startled blink and a very guilty look she turned her face back up to him. "Oh! Ah! I'm from Connecticut! But I'm not that young!" { Wee little baby~ }"I mean! C'mon! How young do I look?" Doing her best to look like an adult (which, as much as she wanted to not so plainly showcase her age, Abbi had yet to really figure out what "adults" looked like), she squared her shoulders and gave an expectant smile to Harland. She couldn't be that baby faced... Could she?!
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 5:07 pm
Harland generally made it a point to be as positive and polite as possible, but he was getting increasingly uncomfortable with Abbi's level of volume and passion. Where did she find all that energy? He hadn't really known a lot of teenage girls, certainly, but it was making him feel.. very old. And he wasn't even that old to begin with.
"It'll be in my blood till the day I go into the ground, and then I'll be part of it," he said, punctuating it with a smile. He was pretty in love with his country, certainly. He missed it. It wasn't really his home any more, though.
Harland rubbed the back of his neck anxiously and bent down to focus on rebuilding the wall, applying what he figured was the right amount of mixture to adhere brick to brick. He had nothing good to say to the girl about her usage of a man's full name if she's mad, so he just decided to skirt the issue altogether by pretending he was suddenly very interested in the bricks. "That should hold, do ye think so?"
"Connecticut, huh. Never been, personally," he added, and then straightened to stretch a little. He'd already gotten stuff smeared all over his face, and brick dust on his hands. He smiled, trying very hard not to let himself turn red out of awkwardness again: "Shouldn't ask a lady her age, won't guess it neither," he declined in a manner he considered as polite and graceful as it was going to get. He definitely wasn't going to play that game, no, not when she already mentioned she had a temper.
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Posted: Sat Sep 21, 2013 5:55 pm
Excitement (along with an abundance of sleep compared to a night owl's typical sleep schedule) made for a really energetic Abbi, all the more so because she had people that had to talk to her and had to make nice until the task was done. It was a bad way to look at things, but the teen was not accustomed to even that nicety and was having trouble reconciling the fact that maybe she should calm the hell down if she wanted to make lasting impressions. The adoration towards his home was clear on Harland's features and Abbi softened to see it, not at all missing the old homes and colorful autumn trees and history of her own home. Her head tilted down a little, as though this were a secret. "If you liked it so much, why did you leave?" Not quite picking up how uncomfortable Abbi was making her building partner, she was rather interested in his technique for putting the wall back together. With curiosity she watched him, forgetting in a few seconds about her comment entirely to focus on the bigger task at hand. What Harland was doing didn't look too difficult, just a careful slathering of the cement then pushing the bricks into the hole left behind. Maybe the excess should be removed, but Abbi smiled as she looked up at him to give a nod. Halfway through the nod her eyes widened and she flailed in horror. "You've got cement on your face oh my gosshhhh you gotta get it off or it'll dry and then you'll be a statue ok that won't really happen but it's totally an irritant oh gosh get it off get it offff!!" With, what she didn't know. So freaked out by the idea of him having something terrible happen to his face, the teen totally ignored him refusing to give what he thought of her age or the mention of her home state. That could wait until after he wasn't going to lose his cheek to cement.
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