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 Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 10:58 am
Molly closed her planner with a deep sigh. It was that time. The trainee put on her best game face, and then suited up. Bio-hazard suit, check, zipped, rubber boots, check, on, rubber gloves...yes! Belt containing lots of soap and some scrub brushes...also check...! Yep. It was time. Molly pulled her hair back into a bun and then pulled on her gas mask, letting it sit on the top of her head for now. She learned her lesson from the first time... It was time to bathe Mark. The Death Assistant could be quite elusive though...sometimes...Molly had checked his office but no luck, and then took to asking around...and well, after that, it wasn't hard to follow the trail of roaches. Molly shuddered, and turned the corner, finding Mark slinking the halls. "Hello Mark~" She started off pleasantly enough, offering the Assistant a warm yet nervous smile as she stepped closer, looking ready to grab him at a moment's notice.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2014 9:47 pm
Mark took one look at the monstrosity in a gas mask, hazmat suit, belts, rubber gloves, and a giant scrub brush.
A second passed.
He slowly, dramatically turned around-
- And began to run as if his life depended on it, which it sort of did, according to Mark theory. A few cockroaches may or may not have escaped in his plight for freedom. Lucyal Roll 1d6! If you roll even you catch him! If not he slips a few steps ahead!
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Lucyal rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2014 9:53 pm
Molly let out a yelp as Mark took off, and the trainee pushed off of the nearby wall and took off after him! "Mark, PLEASE--" Crunch. Molly shuddered as she ended up curb stomping some of the roaches that had fallen off the Assistant as she began her pursuit of him. She paused briefly and looked at the mess they left, wondering if she should clean that up really quick, because it'd be rude to make someone else do that! But then she remembered what she needed to do (for the greater good). "I'm sorry!" She cried to no one in particular, apologizing about stomped roaches before she took off after Mark again. "Mark, please!" She tried again. "It's just bath time! It will be really fun, I promise! I even have some rubber ducks you can play with!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2014 10:11 pm
"You aren't the boss of me!" shouted Mark at the top of his lungs, his brakes entirely off as he slammed, and practically bounced off walls haphazardly. It was very possible he had once again pulled an all-nighter for one of his more important projects, and therefore had lost all sense of balance and any motor coordination he had.
It was only pure luck that he managed to evade Molly so far, and probably also because he wasn't wearing a hazmat suit. Lucyal Mark is close enough to grab! Roll 1d6, if you roll even, you miss again!
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Lucyal rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2014 10:14 pm
"Indoor voice please!" Molly begged, because that was obviously very important right now. Never mind that they were running down halls currently. Using her experience when she was an assistant coach for pee wee tackle flag foot ball, Molly lunged at Mark, and took him down, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2014 10:26 pm
Mark may or may not have screamed like a little girl and then proceeded to attempt the stop, drop, and roll maneuver with little to no success. A few cockroaches, and one resigned centipede escaped his coat.
Upon seeing that this tactic wasn't working, the Death assistant rolled into a fetal position.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2014 10:45 pm
"Mark..." Molly started, rising to a stand with the fetal-position Mark in her arms. The trainee was princess carrying him. "...This hurts me a lot more than it hurts you." She assured him with a solemn nod, and then took the Death Assistant to where she had her tub set up in corridor somewhere. The tub which was already filled with water and soapy suds. The tub which she dropped Mark into, clothes and all, because really, everything needed to be clean. She then held him by the collar of his coat, and whipped out her scrub brush.
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2014 6:11 pm
Mark slipped right through the collar of his coat, right out of it, and began to drown in soap suds, quite literally, drowning. He might have gurgled, flailed, struggled, swallowed more soapy water, and then stopped moving.
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2014 6:45 pm
"Mark? Mar--OH GOSH!" Molly yelped as the Hunter slipped through his coat, and she immediately dropped it in favor of grabbing him by one of his arm's and pulling him up so that his head was above water. "Mark?" Molly dropped her scrub brush and lightly patted his cheek with the other. "Maaaaaaark?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2014 6:54 pm
He continued to not move and lie very still, as in the tub a small army of cockroaches abandoned ship, scuttling all directions away from the death pool. It was also to be noted a bunch of electronics, many surprisingly waterproof, had floated up to the surface of the tub like strange bulky bath toys.
Unfortunately as Mark had yet to obtain powers to turn himself into a cockroach, he just instead, did the only thing he could think of, which was lie very still and hope that any threats would just miraculously disappear. It worked about 33.3% of the time.
About ten seconds later, still doing his play dead routine, he cracked just a sliver of an eye open to see if she was giving up.
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2014 7:06 pm
This was why Molly now wore a hazmat suit with thick rubber gloves. She couldn't feel the cockroaches scuttling over her hands and arms. She still shuddered regardless, and wondered how exactly so many of them lived on...one person... She was starting to get worried, as evident in her tone as she called his name repeatedly. Instead of letting him go though, she just kept patting his cheek for ten seconds before she caught him cracking open his eye. Molly gasped. "Mark!" She exclaimed, and then sounded immediately relieved. "You scared me!" She then grabbed his hat and pulled it off, aiming to wash his hair. "Um...Mark...?" She started, grabbing the shampoo bottle with one hand and squirting some into his hair. "...How come you don't take baths...?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2014 9:00 pm
The second the hat was pried off, a small army, literally a nest of smaller cockroaches all flooded out of the hat and began to scuttle in different directions. It had originally been difficult to tell the difference between cockroach and Mark's hair, but fortunately one of the two listed articles didn't actually move and detach from scalp.
"Baths," Mark gargled, still coughing out soap water, "waste time, precious, precious time of which is precious to me. And like, ruin my man musk. My manly musk. Lowers my man defenses. It'll like, take me at least two months to work up a proper man defense again." There was a whiny edge to his voice.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2014 1:59 pm
There was also a reason Molly made sure to never eat before bathing Mark. That had been it. Watching all those cockroaches scuttle out and away would have made her toss her cookies! Instead Molly shuddered again, and once the majority of roaches had vacated the premises did she dump a glop of shampoo into Mark's hair and started to vigorously rub it in. "Um..." Molly blinked. "I think you just took a quick shower every other day at least it wouldn't take up so much time...?" If Molly knew any better then she'd know Mark really wasn't all that busy, but she didn't know any better. She grimaced. "Um...Mark...I...I don't think um...man musk is...a good thing...? I mean...what you think it is...!" She got an idea. "I hear people say that Mister Doctor H has a good um...'man musk'...maybe you should take after him...?" She was trying to be helpful.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2014 8:35 pm
Mark scowled. "I don't take after anyone," this was said between vigorous scrubs as half the time it seemed like his hair was just going to come off right between Molly's fingers with how hard she was scrubbing, "I define my own style. Nobody can copy my essence, my uniqueness, my lone Jedi master ways. I am an individual."
He would have tilted his head a little higher but the soap was already clogging both nostrils and causing him to sniffle and wheeze uncontrollably. "I've been- I've been here longer then you and I know the truth. You let your guard down and the- the toxins will get right under your skin, right through the pores into your system. All of you are doomed." A sigh. "I'm doomed."
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2014 10:05 pm
Molly wondered if this was that parents would call a 'rebellious teen' phase. Hmmm. Ah...she should definitely make sure to acknowledge Mark's individuality to make him feel better about himself and boost his self-esteem! "Ah...yes, Mark, you're definitely an individual! There's no one else like you on Deus, or the entire world!" Now that might sound sarcastic, but it was Molly, so she really did mean it. "I just...um...think...you'll be healthier...if you...bathed more...?" Molly stopped scrubbing his hair and instead grabbed a bucket and dipped it into the tub, collecting water. She then dumped it on Mark, washing out all the suds. She grabbed her scrub brush again, and then started to clean his coat and clothes...while he was still wearing them. She paused though, and blinked. "...Uh...toxins? From not bathing...? I think you get those if you're not clean..." Molly was pretty sure the only thing toxic getting into Mark's pores and into his system was his own filth when he didn't bathe.
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