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 Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 10:24 am
The worst part about aggressively worrying for Chel and not being able to actively do anything is that it left him restless and ready to buzz right out of his skin. He'd suffered through a couple sleepless nights before he'd finally decided to go out and do something. Anything to get rid of the energy.
That's how he found himself at one of Deus's storage houses that had seen better days. The roof had caved in on itself during one of the many shitty situations that had befallen the island recently - it was hard to tell which. He'd only been out there for a few hours, but he'd already fix a good portion of the roof's frame.
He'd also left a huge ******** mess on the ground below. A mix of sawdust and old weather-worn shingles littered the entire outline of the building. It was a disaster waiting to happen.
medigel Brotential - adj. the potential to be a bro
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 4:25 pm
Naturally Dawson had forgotten the exact locations America had pointed out to him on their first excursion. Maybe he needed a map. God, how embarrassing...No, no, maybe if he just took this turn here, aaaand... Nope. All there was in front of him were some warehouses that looked like they had seen better days. Well, a job was a job regardless of where he picked it up. Someone seemed to have beaten him to it; the ground was a dang mess. Dawson scratched under his cap as he approached, scooting fallen tiles and pieces of concrete away. "Need some help?" he called up to the guy on the roof, or at least what constituted as one for now.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 6:44 pm
Chris squinted as he thought he heard and voice and peeked over the side of the building down to the ground. Sure enough, there was a trainee there he didn't know. "Yo. Yeah, actually. Could you pass up the sheet of wood leaning right there?" he asked, leaning forward precariously to point at it.
"You get stuck on clean up duty? That's rough." It didn't really occur to him that he was also technically on clean up duty, even if it was by choice.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 7:03 pm
"Got no problem with it," Dawson said witha shrug as he reached for the sheet and passed it up. "Cleanin's a good job. Uhh, well, better than plumbin', heh...But it makes people happy." And that was what mattered, right?
He really didn't want to know the plumbing situation in the dungeons. So far, Dawson had always made the trek up and waited his turn in the one on the first floor.
He squinted through the sunlight up at the guy. "It, uh, ain't my place, but normally you got crews fer this stuff. 'Cha doin' by yerself?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 7:40 pm
Chris took the board and disappeared again for a moment as he placed it where it needed to go, but he wasn't quite ready to ignore this guy in favor of the loud noises of hammers and nail guns. He left the board for now and swung his legs over the edge of the wall. "I will take cleaning over plumbing any day. I ain't got time for that s**t," he barely managed to keep a straight face. Puns.
"Uh. I was actually supposed to have the afternoon off. But I needed s**t to do. Figured it's just a small roof, right? How hard could it be? It's definitely a bit tough solo, though."
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 8:54 pm
It took Dawson a few seconds, but then he guffawed. "Well, can get kinda tough dependin'. Here, Ah'ma help out so this gets done nice n' fast," he offered. "S'good work we're doin', but a man's gotta have his time t'himself. Ah can take care've the bad shingles while you stick on new ones?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2014 2:21 pm
God this guy was country as bacon. It made Chris's rapidly disappearing accent seem like nothing. "Sounds good to me, man, but I'm in no rush. I'm not keen on a whole lot of free time," he shrugged, standing up on the edge of the wall and looking around. Ava hissed a warning of caution, but he just lightly padded his way around to the tools and picked up the nail gun.
"I'm Chris, by the way. I haven't seen you around before. You super new?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2014 3:42 pm
"Yup. Was obvious, huh? Prolly got that new guy smell." He had a self-deprecating smile on as he continued to clear the area down below, checking out the tiles, the degree of damage, the options of not just rebuilding but maybe reinforcing in the future. He definitely had a smell all right, but it wasn't as pleasant as eau de podling when he broke a sweat. "Woke up 'bout five days ago," he continued. "Still tryin' t'gether this islandy deal...Ain't in Kansas no more n' all. Uh, not that m'from there. Georgia. Name's Dawson, nice t'meetcha."
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2014 3:57 pm
"Naw, no smell," Chris chuckled. "Just a little too quick to help out. Older hunters don't do a whole lot of venturin' outside their circles, so far as I've seen at least."
He paused for a second, taking a moment to loudly nail down around the supports of the sheet board Dawson had passed up earlier. Then he seemed to remember something and his head popped over the side of the wall excitedly. "Hey, how'd you react to getting your weapon? They didn't tell me what I was goin' down there for, so when I met Ava I freaked." He'd never really had a chance to ask a newbie that. He'd always wondered if it was some weird hazing.
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2014 6:52 pm
Dawson gave him a curious look. What kind of system was the island using, then? Divisions, sure, but everybody had two hands...Guess not everyone was up to the noble task of Construction.
"Oh, uh, that?" He scratched his jaw sheepishly. "F'it helps, I did the same. Kinda yelped when I first heard her. She laughed at me," he moped. "Then I freaked out when I saw the weapon, like..."
Deciding a demonstration was in order, he lifted his arm and the shield came into being. "You lookit that face n' tell me you ain't gonna get startled."
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2014 7:07 pm
"Oh s**t," Chris exclaimed, hopping down the wall to get a closer look. "That's so awesome, though." He tilted his head to get a closer look at the details, but quickly moved on to examine the spikes rimming the edge of the shield. "Oh man, this has to be great for defense, but you could still get some killer offense when there are no Suns around too."
He was nerding. Just a little.
"Ava's great for versatility," he said, summoning her as he spoke. She snapped into being over his arm, purring in his head all the while. "She's got the blade and all, which is cool short range, but her guard is rock hard." He rapped his knuckles along the metal and it clanked loudly. "You're Moon, yeah? It'd be a shame if a shield like that wasn't on the defensive lines."
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 12:53 pm
He grew bashful under Chris's praise, but there was a hint of pride there. "I'ma do mah best. Ain't a sword or nuthin', but yeah." Dawson had only tried fighting with the shield once, but when he got past the weight and the way he had to compensate for it, it really didn't seem so bad. He hadn't done horribly at least, even though pain scared him into hiding behind it more than attacking. But that probably wasn't a good idea to mention. He marveled over Chris's weapon in turn, letting Syn return to her fang-filled necklace as he examined it. "Shoo'," he said with a low whistle. "Wouldn't wanna be on the wrong side've that thing...er, him...or her...o-or them or it or what'eer..." Dawson still had trouble remembering weapons were sentient. He grazed his finger along the edge and felt a small, uncomfortable jolt go through him; he immediately retracted his hand and winced. "Never seen a weapon like that before. Watcha call it?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 1:56 pm
"Man, if Captain America can take down entire armies with just his shield you can too. Don't sell yourself short just because it's unconventional," he tapped at Dawson's chest with good-natured excitement.
He desummoned Ava when he saw the man twitch slightly on touching her. She condensed to the thick leather cuff on his wrist.
"She's a pata. I looked them up once, way back when, and they're like an ancient Indian weapon? 'Cept her blade is way shorter. They're supposed to be like big a** swords. That'd probably be way harder to wield, though."
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 6:59 pm
"Yeah, well...That's the Cap," he said with a shrug. "He got a special shield n' stuff. Dude could prolly cut a tank like s'just cheese." And he was a superhero, which Dawson certainly wasn't. No secret military weapon upgrades going on here: unless you counted his stench after a long day's work.
He'd never heard of a pata before, but then again he hadn't heard of a lot of things--after all, he'd figured guns would be the standard issue weapon on Deus, not weird Halloween-people-turned stuff. "She's a beaut," Dawson said nevertheless, nodding and then wincing as Syn did the equivalent of kneading her claws into his mind. "Uh, I-I mean, not s'good as my girl, but--y'know--yeah."
Great save.
"Sorry 'bout touchin' her. What kinda monster's she?"
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