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 Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2015 7:11 am
Rep had been worried lately, to say so was an understatement. Out of deference to his division he had tried to keep a lid on what he had witnessed in the city riddled with zombies, but he had nothing but a seared blank spot in his memory where the end of that entire experience had been. He had no idea if they were still out there, potentially spreading and causing even more chaos.
There was too much s**t going on between the zombies and the clones for it to be completely separate and Rep felt in some animal instinct way that there was something larger than all of it that he couldn't see, some entity or organisation holding the strings. And the worst part to him was that it felt like no one was doing anything about any of it, As far as Death division, Mark was clearly out of his depth and it was anyone's guess what Cael was up to. But at least they were acting. H in Rep's mind was doing nothing at all but letting things get worse and at this point it seemed like this too was for a reason. He needed to know, it was ******** important to know what he was dealing with, if he was holding some part of the weapon of someone who was being held captive or worse.
He knocked on the Doctor's door and entered, around H always in some sort of desperate and manic hurry, doing something stupid before he gave himself time to think about it.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 8:32 am
The doctor glanced up from what was, at first, second, and third glance, a sort of D&D game. Seeing who it was, H returned his attention back to the steno pad in his hands. A moment later he reached up and adjusted the position of the single figure before him, a woman in an exquisitely painted white cloak, her long black hair spilling down.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 8:54 am
Rep froze in the doorway, all his courage icing over in his veins as he found himself in the middle of a social faux pas. To him he had found H in the middle of something by the redhead's standards unfathomably nerdy and embarrassing. And being H, he didn't seem to give a solitary ******** about this fact. It left Rep the one uncomfortable, in fact he might have been less uncomfortable walking in on someone naked than someone playing D&D. It threw him off guard but there was frankly no backing off at this point.
He inhaled slowly, steeling himself and walked in.
"So." he said, and felt like he was staring down a mountain lion, refusing to back away and become prey. "Just wanted to like, talk over some s**t with you." He didn't bother with "I hope you aren't busy" because it looked like he was regardless.
"I mean, voice concerns?"
All the carefully rehearsed mental conversations were gone leaving nothing but a void of what the ******** am I doing here? in their wake.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 9:10 am
"How responsible of you."
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 9:23 am
"Aye." Rep replied as calmly as he could. "I've been being really ******** responsible lately. I figure when no c**t tells you anything you need to do your own investigating." He raised a brow at the other man.
"Ive heard if you cut one of those ******** clones the blood slithers back to them again." He stood, still at a distance, still and tense with coiled violence. "Does yours?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 9:26 am
"Would you like to check, William?" The doctor sounded distracted.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 9:40 am
"Would you like me to check?" Rep replied carefully, hand held out in a subconscious gesture, ready to summon. "Because I'd damn sure like to." He didn't dare flinch in front of H, treating him subconsciously the way he'd always treated bigger meaner guys than him. He was afraid of H, and he didn't delude himself for a second that the other man wasn't aware of this, but that didn't mean he'd bow or simper before him.
If it was a clone, he reckoned that he'd find out through combat. If indeed, he was dealing with the bone fide H, then the worst that could happen was for him to get a thrashing, something he was used to at this point. There was a certain logic to the man that was not honor but something colder and more animal, his punishment would be relative to his own stupidity and in this case, he felt it was wiser to know than the stupidity of learning.
Tracey still voiced with anxiety, he had not forgotten the last time Rep had called the bluff of the man in front of him.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 5:04 pm
"Just keep in mind, my boy, that I greatly dislike damage to my property." Looking up, he gave the man a smile and gestured toward the office.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 5:11 pm
"So you are afraid of having your s**t broken." Rep said coolly, far more coolly than he actually felt. "Are you going to step outside or am I going to have to summon in here regardless?" He clenched his hands to stop them shaking, something which had become a very very real threat.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 5:21 pm
"Afraid?" The doctor's gaze turned amused. "What a telling way for you to describe it." He went back to his writing.
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
6, 1
Total: 7 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 5:34 pm
Fear had a very negative effect on Rep's judgement, it made him jumpy, it made him brash and decisions got made much faster and with less consideration (not that he very often considered them in depth) This was beyond the point of madness, he knew, somewhere off the edge of sanity and accelerating quickly. H was calling his bluff, waving him off the way he always did, the way that made him feel like a disappointing child, never able to live up to unspoken expectations.
If he walked away now, he knew he'd never know anything about what he was dealing with, and H would simply smile that smug smile and go on with his writing, defeating him without even a fight, completely unarmed and completely indifferent.
"I'm not ******** afraid of you." he snarled. He didn't know why H made him want to push and push and push wheras Cael made him want to show nothing but deference, but in this moment all he could think was it was the insincerity, H smiled and it was at his own joke, it was not friendly, it was a lie. And it hurt, though he couldn't explain why it did.
Could clones be so intelligent? This was a damn good approximation of the infuriating and dangerous man he had run up against like a brick wall so many times.
His heart was hammering so loud he could hear it and he hesitated, panic crawling up into his chest and making his breathing shallow.
Fear had a negative effect on his judgement, so he summoned Tracey.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 5:46 pm
It was not possible to summon a weapon like Tracey, not simply large but flared with sweeping blades that only allowed for limited precision, leaving uncontrolled damage everywhere else in its wake.
The doctor himself, even without his own weapon in hand, showed no sign of such damage. "Are you very sure of that, William?" His voice remained mild.
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 6:02 pm
The blade was awkward, extremely so, always a fight to summon indoors but right now Rep didn't care, he hadn't had the sensible forethought to bring a smaller weapon, a runic dagger or something which actually made ******** sense and was stuck dealing with the aftermath.
He was afraid, very, very very afraid. And the smiling man only made it worse. There was so much fragile s**t, so much fragile, beautiful s**t in here. He'd watched H put together the skeletons personally on another ill advised visit and admired the craftsmanship dearly.
"IM NO SCARED. You should just ******** come out where there's ******** room." he snarled, but his voice was shrill and manic, panicking and terrified facing down an unarmed man. "But you won't even give me that ******** much. SO I NEED TO GET BLOOD SOMEHOW. You are the one who... you are the one who challenged me to this! YOU PUT ME UP TO THIS"
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 6:08 pm
"But you were so very rude about making your request. Why ever should I humor you, William?" The doctor's gaze glanced toward the damage done and the likely damage to come. There was the air of cataloging as he did so, creating an invoice to be paid by the pound of flesh.
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
6, 8
Total: 14 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 6:15 pm
"I've ******** TRIED being nice to you? Remember? You were like no. Go away. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO BE POLITE." The calm calculating look was pushing him further and further into a completely manic meltdown.
He twisted Tracey, trying to use the close proximity to clip H with any of the serrated edges, because at this point he couldn't back off. Even as he did he tried very very ******** hard not to touch Marie, splaying his fingers deliberately over a handhold in order not to even skim her by accident.
"You ******** are making me do this STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT."
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