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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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 Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 10:23 pm
2:30AM : Life LabsZachariah was feeling particularly frustrated with a piece of runic code, but he simply could not let it go. Next to him was a large flask of coffee, and his occasional jitters probably proved he had drunk too much of it in an attempt to stay awake. 6:15AM : DormsWhile some were waking up for the day, Zachariah was heading to bed. Considering he didn't really feel like seeing any people, this worked for him. He looked grumpy at best... 12:30PM : CafeteriaTruthfully, Zachariah despised cafeteria food. He wouldn't let himself admit that, though. The cafeteria food accomplished what it was supposed to--nourishment--and that made it efficient enough for Zachariah. Still, sometimes he would have rathered a stove of his own to work with, if only so he could create dishes more friendly to his palate. < Admit it, you miss home cooking! How cute! >"No." 4:50PM : Training GroundsThough Zachariah was not the type of Hunter that would necessarily do well on the front lines--he was in the life division, after all, not sun--he easily understood that he could not simply go under the assumption he would never use his weapon. In a way, they were always on the front lines. Today, Zachariah had decided to train himself in staff stances, moving Saraswati in ways to both defend himself and push others back if needed. Quote: Zachariah is a Life Trainee that is decidedly not in a good mood. He stands at 6'1" and somehow manages to look like his olive skin hasn't seen the sun in years. His dorm is 199.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 12:08 am
12:33PM Cafeteria
"It's something," he muttered as he made his way to a table. It was already occupied, but the unoccupied tables were too far for his trouble and he wasn't antisocial, so he could share a table with someone. He didn't even bother asking as he plunked down a few seats down from some vaguely familiar guy. He'd seen him around but didn't really know him by name or anything.
"'Sup," he greeted informally, then plunged his fork into a morsel of food.OOC  Name: Rhys Donovan
Journal: click
Division: Mist
Rank: Trainee
Description: Lean and fit, 6'2" and 162lbs. Detached but somewhat sociable, and is actually a bit of an a**. His thoughts, at least, are often sarcastic and none-too-pleasant, and while approachable he might not be the nicest of guys depending on his mood. Talk about sports or training to get on his good side quick, or give him pointers on how to stay alive while at Deus.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 5:47 am
12:33PM Cafeteria "What." < It's called a human being, Zacchie. Aren't you one? >Zachariah instinctively recoiled at the nickname echoing in his head, and for a moment he thought of snarking that, in fact, he was not a human being, not really, mostly because of Saraswati herself, but he kept quiet and mostly just stared at the person sitting in front of him. < Silly Zacchie! I can already hear you. >Ugh. After a few seconds, he added a, "There are other tables."
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 10:57 am
12:33PM Cafeteria
He did his best not to mind the person across the table who was just staring at him. He was eating, no need for conversation really. No need to even notice the other people at the same table, but the other guy didn't seem to feel the same way. At his statement Rhys looked up and eyed him for a moment, chewing slowly on his food and eventually swallowing and taking a drink of water.
"Too far. Just needa eat, y'know." He paused and took another bite, then looked back up at the guy. "Problem?"OOC Name: Rhys Donovan
Journal: click
Division: Mist
Rank: Trainee
Description: Lean and fit, 6'2" and 162lbs. Detached but somewhat sociable, and is actually a bit of an a**. His thoughts, at least, are often sarcastic and none-too-pleasant, and while approachable he might not be the nicest of guys depending on his mood. Talk about sports or training to get on his good side quick, or give him pointers on how to stay alive while at Deus.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 11:11 am
12:34PM Cafeteria "Yes." < Aren't you bring a little rude? He's not bothering you. >Bothering was irrelevant. Zachariah didn't want to eat with others. < Not like his presence harms you. >Zachariah murmured a choice word under his breath, glancing upwards as if looking at where his weapon's voice was coming from, before looking back down at his food. He resumed eating, stony faced and silent.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 2:00 am
12:33PM Cafeteria
The response got a snort out of him. "Guess you're s**t outta luck then, huh?" he muttered before taking another bite. He was content to mind his business for the rest of the meal, of course. That was actually his intended plan had the guy not started talking to him first.OOC Name: Rhys Donovan
Journal: click
Division: Mist
Rank: Trainee
Description: Lean and fit, 6'2" and 162lbs. Detached but somewhat sociable, and is actually a bit of an a**. His thoughts, at least, are often sarcastic and none-too-pleasant, and while approachable he might not be the nicest of guys depending on his mood. Talk about sports or training to get on his good side quick, or give him pointers on how to stay alive while at Deus.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 5:21 am
12:34PM Cafeteria Was this boy being intentionally irritating? First he said 'Sup' in the first place, didn't leave when he said there was a problem, and now he was taunting Zachariah with a 's**t out of luck' phrasing. Why did he ever eat in the cafeteria? < Just eat, Zacchie. >Zachariah, indeed, just kept eating. The sooner he was done, the sooner he could leave.
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