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 Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 2:00 pm
Ember came to with a start, stumbling into consciousness with a full body jolt. His heart rattled in his chest as he blinked into the dark oblivion that surrounded him, alone save for the faint beeping every few seconds. "Uhmmmm," he said, hands outstretched and seeking purchase, stopping against the smooth, cold panel in front of him. "Like, can someone let me out of here? I'm pretty sure the path to the unholy land wouldn't be like, so cold." He shivered, pushing at it just a little bit more, and-- Out tumbled a dishevelled goth of androgynous nature, clad in black and neon green, skirt flipping up as Ember landed on his face. It was a good thing he'd decided to wear the eyeball leggings the day they took him.
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 2:21 pm
Rep hated pod duty. He really ******** hated it, every time he was down there in that oppressive darkness, some wanker (sometimes lots of wankers) woke the ******** up. He had lost count of how many times it had happened, at least ten probably, maybe more than that. That day he had been hoping for a quiet shift, just him and his phone (which he might have filled with porn) but it was not to be.
The alarm from the wakers alarm made him come up with a huge string of swearing as the person didn't even have the ******** courtesy to get unhooked properly.
"Look you ******** retard - " he began, and then cut himself off looking the guy (was it even a ******** guy?) over with horror and disgust.
He stepped back a step or two and poked him with a toe as if he was hazardous waste. "Are you awright?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 2:26 pm
"Hey!" Ember yelped, sitting up and immediately fussing with his hair and straightening his clothes. He probably should have been paying too much attention to his bizarre surroundings. He turned eerily green eyes up at the stranger--thank you, circle lenses-- and grew excited. "Oooh, wow! You're a ginger. Can I like, touch your hair?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 2:50 pm
Rep looked even more horrified and shook his head, at first too horrified to reply. "I'm no ginger, its just a weird brown and no, you cannae. I don't want to get like..." he looked Angel over perturbed.
"Just no." he said.
"I'm supposed to welcome you to Deus but <********>
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 3:12 pm
"I'm pretttttty sure you are," Ember said, squinting at him. "Like, actually, you look really familiar too, like I've seen that red before, but it was-- Oh!" Suddenly, the goth looked way more interested. He clasped his hands together excitedly. "Were, you, uhmmm, say, theoretically, hypothetically, covered in blood a few days ago? And, uhm. Smiling, reallllly big? At a mall?" Ember slowly got to his feet and leaned in a little. He had some huge platform shoes on, giving height where it might not have otherwise been, bringing him to about eye level with Rep. "Wow, you were like, way happier. Thanks for taking care of those zombies and stuff, I had no idea they were even real, and I mean, I've tried to summon DEMONS but I never really like, wanted, to see the living dead, you know? And--" He was going in for a hug.
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 5:00 pm
Rep went from disturbed to both disturbed and confused. "... a few days ago?" He had been covered in blood a few days ago, but it was from his normal skinworking and butchery s**t and most certainly hadn't been at a mall. There was a few moments of slow recognition as his brain shunted back to the optimism soaked haze he had spent the mission in.
"Oh. Oh." he said. "That was actually quite a long ******** time ago mate. You've been unconcious for a while, more than unconscious even. Almost dead I'd say. Welcome back I guess." Rep had taken on that glazed look of someone trying to remember the usual list of things that you were supposed to tell people when they woke up, but it was at entirely the wrong moment, his thoughts somewhere else as he unfortunately managed to miss out on the imminent hug situation.
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 5:10 pm
Spindly, fishnet covered arms wrapped their way around Rep's arm. A huge arm, in comparison. A gun show kind of arm, just the way he liked it. At the revelation that he'd been gone for months, his voice climbed to a shrillness nigh unheard, outside of teenage girls. "Time travel is real?! Was I like, also a zombie?" He thought really hard about if he had seen the unholy lands, but came up blank. "Where am I, anyway?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2015 6:17 am
Rep made a sound of strangled outrage and horror as he found himself hugged, for a split second finding himself immobilised by the creeping helplessness which sometimes came over him. He quickly pushed the other man away, reeling back and rubbing at his arms as if he had some terrible and disgusting germs on him as a result. "What the ********. DONT TOUCH ME."
"ITS DEUS." he said, still shaken. "Deus ex machina. Deus. Its an island in bermuda. Your new home, you get to fight monsters and s**t, also zombies. You were nearly a zombie but now you aren't. Time travel isn't real but all of this is totally real. You'll get a weapon that will live in your head and can talk. There's a lot to take in."
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2015 1:24 pm
And back he stumbled, tottering on his platform shoes, clinging to a random pod. Which, he realized, had a person inside it. "Oh, s**t! Sorry! Are you like, delicate? I'm really sorry!" He really did look apologetic, eyes going puppy-wide in sorrow. Maybe this guy was afraid of people? Ember kicked himself mentally. He could be so insensitive. And then the words kicked in, giving a sort of finality to it. "Woah." He pushed himself away from the pod, fingers knotting in his fishnet. "Uhmmm. So what do...what do I do first?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2015 4:08 am
"There's ******** NOTHING about me that's ******** delicate right?" Rep snarled defiantly, still able to lingeringly feel the contact on his arms and very very upset about it. "I'm ******** FINE. JUST DONT TOUCH ME AGAIN."
He gritted his teeth, resisting the first instinct that bubbled up in him to tell the other man to go kill himself or ******** off and instead took a slow steadying breath and exhaled. "Right. First. First you need to go and get your weapon that's waiting for you in the cove. You'll know what one it is, it's already picked you. That's your first ******** port of call. You want a weapon as soon as possible because its ******** dangerous here. After that, you want to find your dorm and s**t, what division you are in... s**t like that."
He clenched his hands. "First though, weapon."
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2015 2:23 pm
Ember held his hands up, eyes wide in surprise. "Okay! Okay. I'm sorry." Very, very, delicate. Like a beautiful, rugged, angry red flower. "I won't touch you again, I promise." He wanted to ask a lot of things: what kind of weapon do you have? How did it know? Do I have to carry it all the time? Will I never be alone again? But instead, he took in a deep, steadying breath, squared his shoulders, and nodded. "Okay. Which way do I go to get it?"
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