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 Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2014 12:28 pm
Pod Duty.
It was, perhaps, one of Gale's least favorite rounds when it came to assignments, mostly because it was terribly dull having to sit and monitor the activity in each of the pods. Ninety percent of the time there was nothing occurring, and on the rare case that he was there when someone actually did wake up, it was usually when he was falling asleep or in the middle of something crucial, making it entirely inconvenient.
But here he was, because duty shifts were important after all, at least according to several people, and so Gale sat at the little desk at the end of the room, feet propped up on the surface, leaning back in his chair. A clipboard was resting against his legs, and he was making little notes on whatever paper he was looking at, frowning slightly.
<< Another day at the grind. >>
I need to go back to the house after this, Gale thought back, with a small sigh, as he marked a line through someone's name on the list in front of him. I've gotta get things ready for Stormy, I missed our year anniversary, and I've gotta make it up.
Jinhai didn't respond, merely made a soft sound of amusement, and Gale went back to whatever he was doing on the paper.
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2014 1:41 pm
The first thing he knew was a hissing sound, the sound of his door opening. It took a few moments, his eyes fluttering open and looking around. The sensations in him were...odd. Almost as though his limbs had been asleep for a long time. Well, he knew for a fact that he LOATHED this feeling already. Blearily, the redhead stumbled out of his pod, casting glances back and forth. Stormy gray eyes caught sight of someone not far down, their image a bit distorted by the lack of his own bifocals. Slipping them back up his nose, they became clear. He didn't remember much. Fighting...something painful. He'd caught quite a few blows, but now....now he was HERE.
Here, with some stranger down at the end. His gaze turned back to the Pod he'd just stumbled out of. Rallen Corvaire, Sex: Male, Age: 20 All information he already knew. All s**t he didn't need to know. Something they did apparently. Whoever THEY were, not that it quite mattered any more. Making his way down the row, he let himself continue through thought, trying to make sense of everything...not that he WAS making sense of anything at all.
"Oy. You down there. Where am I?" Abrupt, a bit rude....typical Rallen.
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2014 2:34 pm
The hiss of a pod opening pulled Gale from his inner musings, thankfully alleviating some of the monotony of his three hour shift. He slid his legs down from the desk and reached for another clipboard that sat next to him; this one read Deus Ex Machina: Personnel Files of Pod Initiates at the top in bold letters, and as Gale stood, he flipped through the pages, trying to find the right row and pod number.
A figure stood just on the corner of Row 3, in front of Pod #3048. Gale's finger ran down the list until he saw it - Rallen Corvaire, Male, 20 printed neatly beside the pod number. He made a few notes, checked a box, and then lowered the clipboard to his side, making his way down the aisle.
One brow raised, Gale slowing to a stop in front of the other. Taller than he was (obviously, and annoyingly), maybe a year or two older as well. Gale's eyes narrowed slightly, but he seemed quite relaxed.
"Deus Ex Machina Headquarters," said Gale. "My name is Gale Gentry. Are you Rallen Corvaire? Welcome to Deus."
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2014 3:53 pm
"...I'd s'ppose that's who I am, lookin' at th' damn pod, wouldn't you?" It was obvious that the redhead had next to no patience at the moment, nose twitching in minor irritation at Gale's succinct phrasing that seemed to express some type of irritation. He was a bit taller than this kid. Looked like the guy was younger too. But....Deus. Whatever Deus was, it had to do with his current situation. Stretching out lithe limbs, one hand slowly ran over the tattoos on him. Hm....So he had to figure all of this out wouldn't he? "Thanks f'r th' welcome though. This place...kind o' morbid, en't it?" It wasn't quite conversational banter. Too rough for that, kind of snappish on his part. It as mostly because there was a PERSON here and he had to deal with it. Oh well. He supposed it was necessary.
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2014 10:01 pm
It was probably a good thing that Gale had some experience in these matters, because Rallen's snappy attitude and his obvious impatience went largely unnoticed, or at least uncommented on. Gale merely waited for him to be done and then gave a small nod.
"That's us," he said, waving a hand at the pods. The guy had a thick accent, not the same as that guy's, but instead rolling and lilting. It was still rough around the edges, and so was the person. If he had to guess, Gale would have said Irish.
"You haven't even seen most of the morbidity yet. I assume you remember some of your training?" Gale asked. "You'll be groggy for a bit, but you're in the right place. I can help you get settled in, if you have any questions.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 2:54 pm
Rallen took a breath in, slowly slipping his glasses on out of the holster on the side of his leg. There, finally he could see, and....wow. The guy really was shorter than him. Glancing down at him once more, the Irishman took a breath, and ran his fingers through loose, messy red hair. "I remember most of it. En't really tha' far from my head. How 'bout ya take me t' get settled an' help me figure out wha' th' hell I'm s'pposed t' be doin'." He seemed just plain unsociable...which wasn't too far off. His hips shifted slightly, and he started to walk slightly, trying to wake his limbs back up in a moment's thought. He tended to make split second decisions like that when he was bored with others...no matter whether or not Gale thought it was worth the time or not. Tsch.
"Can' wait til there's none o' tha' fog left in my head."
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 7:55 pm
Gale had the distinct impression that he was being looked down on - literally. His height - or rather, lack thereof - was nothing new, and he had mostly grown used to the stares or the snickers, but sometimes, every now and then, the newer hunters noticed and Gale had to remind himself that size was not all that mattered.
Mostly. At least he made up for it with his sniper rifle.
"Be careful," Gale warned, lowering his clipboard. "Don't try to walk too fast, you've been in a pod this whole time, so you'll want to take it easy for a minute. There's a chair over there," he added, nodding to the little table off to his left. "If you want to sit down. I can explain a few things while you get used to walking and talking again."
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