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 Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 1:04 pm
After being told by various trainees of different divisions, Cameron had took it upon himself to look for the one of the older more experienced hunters. Many had been recommended to him.
This man named Bix, A girl named Peyton. Jordan with a hammer, Jerry with a bazooka. The wildchild of the suns, he was told though, was one Chelsea Craft. And because he had gathred that suns seemed to be a more eccentric group, she was the one he had chosen to find.
They said to find a pink haired, pink coated sun. So when he saw her, he was actually surprised by just how much pink the woman was donned in.
Almost too much. He found her among the training fields where it seemed more suns were out hitting things then anything,
"Excuse me lady." He started out politely, "I was sent to look for a Chelsea Craft. Are you her?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 1:13 pm
Chel was still getting used to the slight breeze on the left side of her head. It wasn't that she disliked the style- quite the contrary since Chel never particularly gave a ******** about her appearances, but it was more the annoyance that now her head felt lopsided. One side was warm, one side was cold. Annoying.
The grip on her dagger relented as she heard her name called out, and she looked confused for a moment as she tried to locate the source of the voice. Once her eyes found Cameron, she casually said, "Sup?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 1:23 pm
As she turned to him, Cameron took a good stock of how the woman was. Casual, very much wildchild with the hair cut. The scars would've been disfurging to him, and should have been ugly but it gave her an almost maturity.
It earned a little respect for what they probably face for the woman, and that was hard to earn in Cameron's book.
Darkspur slithered, He pulsated in his brain.
Instead Cameron shifted and gave Chelsea a friendly sort of smile.
"Good afternoon. I was told but the sun group to come to you for training. I'm new, fresh meat if you will and the two that awoke me haven't given me quite the rundown of....Suns." He tucked his hands in his pockets. Once the intial analysis of her face was done, he quite enjoyed the body she had tucked in her little exercise outfit. Lean, and strong. His approval was only shown by the slow drop of his look from her toes and back to her face. "Name's Cameron."
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 1:31 pm
Chel on the other hand was watching Cameron pause as he listened to the weapon in his head, distracted. That told her he was new. His clothes were too civilian, much too unsuited for missions- continual signs that he was fresh out of the pod.
But then he elaborated as much out loud, and Chel realized she'd been thinking too much about it.
"They told ya to come to me?" Chel was rather confused by the order. She was completely nonplussed, and perhaps even a little pleased, at his not-so-subtle examination of her body. She was very used to the leering glances by now (though usually they weren't in positive appraisal). "Your weapon daggers or a bow?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 2:22 pm
"Yes, They told me that you are the best suited sun I suppose for this sort of ordeal." He summoned his weapon instead of answering. The guantlet was long and ran from the tips of his fingers to the point where his shoulder and neck met.
Darkpur urged.
"My weapon seems to have a thing for attacking and I don't understand it. Are you an expert with..." He looked down at the dagger in her hands, "Hand to hand combat or something of the sort?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 2:27 pm
Best suited, what a joke. "Well what they told ya's a bunch of bullshit dude." Chel finally took the moment to sheath her daggers (it wasn't really sheathing when she was tucking it into a loose spot on her belt, but that was besides the point) and address Cameron with her full attention.
Her eyes seemed captured by the gauntlet for a moment (it was very pretty- Chel always loved seeing new weapons), but she finally spoke. "Not really. My weapon's a bow ... sword ... thing. Daggers are- well it's complicated nevermind." She gestured to the gauntlet. "The reason he's all ******** is 'cause they want FEAR. You get that by hitting s**t. Gives 'em more power."
She sighed and put her hands behind her head. "So what, like you're my little followbehind now or somethin'? M'not complainin' I just never had one before.'
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 2:46 pm
"I've heard that's a common occurrence on this island." He rose a brow, "The bullshit part." He let the weapon transform back to the pin and sighed. "Well, I've also heard that it's not often that armor is a weapon either. Some mist huntress was my next bet. Candy? Dandy? Something like that. I wanted to keep it sunny side though." He smirked at his own little pun.
"Fascinating, So you are well equipped for short AND long range. I don't see why that wouldn't make you a excellent teacher." Cameron's eyes seem to glow for a moment as if he was well....contemplating her worth to him. Which he was. It would be smart, in his opinion to find a trainer for the suns at least.
Or he could do his own thing, which was equally appealing. Or harass Chance and Claude into a sort of training session with him.
He was quiet until her last words settled in and he barked a laugh.
"You mean like your little puppy?" He crossed his arms, "No thanks Babe. I'm more of a very loosely related apprentice. You got knowledge I don't have, so let me pick at your brain and learn." He fell into the flirtation easily though, "Or I could pick at something else. As I've told another pair of suns, I'm very hands on sort of learner." And regardless of Chelsea's questionable looks, she was still a desirable woman. Useful desirable woman.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 2:50 pm
"Puppy's a puppy no matter how you wanna paint it sweet thang." She was grinning somewhat now, caught up both in his laughter and the idea of getting to be in charge of someone for once. Something that she would inevitably ******** up, but exciting nonetheless.
His flirtation didn't go unnoticed, but she would chalk it up as something to investigate later. She was more intrigued by the idea of being a teacher. "Just don't ask me to write nothin' and we're solid. What stuff you wanna start with? I don't really got nothin' prepared so it'd be better if I hit up what you wanted."
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 2:58 pm
He was thoughtful for a moment, but shrugged it off.
"That's fine, I don't need to write anything." He blinked. "I don't know, I'm the new one. What do Suns do?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 3:18 pm
"You even listen during the introductory meeting?" Chel picked at her nails, but she was hardly one to talk. "Well s'not like I did either."
She sighed and said, "Can we at least sit down somewhere. You buy me dinner first or somethin'?" She snorted at her own joke and added, "There's some benches over there."
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 3:34 pm
"Too cheap for dinner Babe, Don't have a dollar to my name yet." At least he didn't think he did.
"Not really, I was dealing with a grumpy dragon thing in my head rumbling about devour this, destroy this." He sighed.
"Sure sure, Lead the way Boss."
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 3:37 pm
"Then you're too cheap for me," Chel concluded. It was utter falseness since Chel didn't require a single dime, but she was feeling jovial.
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After a short trek, Chel had found them a nice place to sit near the training fields. Close enough to watch people fight, but far enough to not be drowned out by various hunter shouts. "Alrighty well uh ... Divisions are sort of important I guess. Good place to start. Life does all the science and infirmary bullshit. Don't trust any of them. Death does .... y'know what it doesn't even matter, those divisions are lame."
She took a moment to point to the symbol on Cameron's coat. "Sun and moon are where it's at. We don't just putz around the island, we run around gettin' s**t done. Suns do all the offensive s**t and moons do all the defensive s**t. We're rad."
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 3:50 pm
"So it'd be wise to find a moon for...this defense?"
Cameron had made himself comfortable and leaned back on his arms. Stretching long arms out. For a Island full of talking weapons and magically imbued humans, it was quiet.
Warm and tropical too.
"There is five right. I got that much." He paused, "Sun and moon are all that matter then? Then we are the goers. That's a shame..." But also suited his needs.
He was here for a reason after all.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 6:05 pm
"A shame?" Chel asked. "Why's 'at?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 6:28 pm
He was quiet in thought for a moment more.
"There is an advantage to being first on the field, and there is a advantage to being second on the field. In cases, I feel like with the threat they tell us we face is the best option to go head in first?"
He paused.
"Why do they put the people in the sun division?"
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