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 Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 8:21 pm
It wasn't too long after they where all released, he was sitting in the training field, most hunters where avoiding him as he was sitting on a pile of training targets hugging Sylvia over his shoulder like the scythe was going to grow legs and run. His stare was distant, vacant, he was scared as all hell really.
"What was it Sylvia, what was all of it."
<< It was real, or it wasn't I'm not entirely sure myself I was locked away. >>
He continued to squirm on his impromptu seat hugging his weapon closer almost unaware of the world around him.Littlest Air Bender Mapple Tits Sir Lady Knight aka Z
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Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 8:42 pm
Dorian may have been on his fifth smoke of the day already, since he left his bromance he kind of let himself go, his hands shaking just a ilttle. He had survived, through most of the event - and now he had the shell shocked souls to take care of. He was waiting on his three girls to get out of the room with the devil, and Sol was seriously contemplating veganism.
Giving a large sigh, he shrugged the heavy ranseur that rested on his shoulder, having decided that her weight was a comfort at this time of need. Walking toward the training field, he almost thought he had seen a shadow or a ghost, stopping a moment mid-drag to peer at who it was.
Sweetness, you should check it out . . . whispered in his ear. How could he say no.
It was a mist, most definitively, and looked even more worse off than Solomon had. Sighing a little, he took a few steps towards the man, lightly punting him with a scoffed boot.
"S'alright? Need an ear?" He offered.
Dr. Dory was in.
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Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 8:57 pm
Roland gave a startled squeak, Sylvia dropping from his arms and clattering on the ground. "H-huh?" He blinked curiously at the other hunter arriving suddenly.
"I just.... we didn't have our weapons back then. Caelius, he... ******** Finn he's a damn s**t for throwing Cass into the water like that. But he shot the guy. He shot him!" Rolands voice cracked ever so wonderfully at the last part as he grabbed his weapon once more.
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Posted: Mon Dec 23, 2013 11:24 am
Sighing out of his nose softly, a slow plume of smoke escaped on his breath as he watched the other weapon clatter down unceremoniously. One of those who had been stuck in the room with Caelius after the whole throw down - he had been with the three girls - seen s**t that not everyone got to see.
Clearing his throat a little, he maneuvered himself so that he could slowly sit down next to Roland, offering his cigarette case to the man, uncertain if he was a smoker, like the frenchman was.
"Sounds like it was a, eh, 'ow is it said, s**t-show." He offered up to the man, shrugging Justice a little so she leaned on his shoulder at a different angle, listening to him. His eyebrow noticibly quirked when he heard Finn's predicament, frown jutting down more than his usual stoic look. "Is 'e alright, though? Finn. I saw Cass, but . . ." He paused, not wanting to think that Caelius would let the man die. Maybe.
"Did everyone get out, at least? Feel free to lay it on me, I 'ad to leave after we got dressed down."
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Posted: Mon Dec 23, 2013 8:36 pm
Roland looked at the cigarette case for a long time. His eyes focused on it, then Dory, then the case again. Without saying much he reached to take one of the offered smokes. They relieved stress right? He fumbled with it for a moment before looking at Dory, "Do you have a l-lighter?" He mumbled.
"s**t show... that doesn't even scratch the surface with what we all did. That was shitty, what Caelius did after was just." He shook his head, "It used to be just rumors about what he did. Seeing it? Seeing it is just...."
He shook his head, "I think Finn is okay. He got his cuff off, just before the damage was too much. Weapons can heal a lot but when he was shot and the acid got in his eye." Roland closed his own eyes tight for a moment shivering, "I don't think it would save his eye..."
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 9:09 am
"Mais, oui! Of course I do." He offered up when Roland finally piped up and took a smoke, taking a moment to whisk a smoke out of his pack for himself, going to pull his lighter out and light Roland's smoke. Bros first, especially in this situation.
Allowing a bit of silence to envelope over them, he took a couple drags of his cigarette, thinking to himself a little, before looking Roland over. "M'sure 'e is fine. Finn's pretty strong, from w'at I 'ave seen." He finally admitted, tapping the cigarette lightly. "Kind of takes t'wind out of your sail, w'at just 'appened, non?" He thought out loud, before going to raise his arm and lightly pat the other man's back, lightly rubbing it. Sometimes all you needed was someone to be there.
"I am jus' glad no one else got 'urt. Caelius is s**t, man." He stated, not feeling remorse for saying that. Finn was his bro, and now he could only worry about him. In fact, he worried about a lot of his friends - but, one thing after the other, right?
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 8:06 pm
Shaking fingers plucked the smoke from Dory, he had once in a the past tried to smoke, it was an off and on habit that had never settled in, unhealthy yes, but calming. Right now he needed calming.
When it was finally lit he took his first drag coughing slightly, it had been a while in his defense, but the coughing didn't last long. Instead he focused on the other Mist' voice, it reminded him of folks near the border back in Massachusetts. "Fine considering he likely lost an eye." Nevada had as well, but at least then it wasn't someone on their side doing the removal. They could kill the monsters, you couldn't kill the ones inside your own side, especially the head one of them all.
Roland could only nod at the comment about the wind in his sail, he had lost a fair bit of things thanks to that whole mess. "Careful about saying that.... the last part. I mean..." He looked around a bit puffing smoke before leaning in. "I agree... it's just, god if he hears it he'd do the same to us..."
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