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 Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 2:31 pm
Clerise went to collect her headset, quiet, her frustration still too evident. The girl was coiled tighter than a spring, ready to claw and hiss and snarl at the next person who got in her way. She watched the others; H and Clarice. Robert and Sasha and Jerry. For a moment, she debated texting people. She'd ignored her phone the whole time she was in the hospital, only looking at the mission text because she'd heard people chattering about it. baneful Text from Clerise to Rep: dont die. Clerise couldn't bear to send a message to anyone else-- there wasn't anyone who realized that she was missing an occupant upstairs. There was one thing she wanted to do, though. She wandered to Clarice, lips pursed, unsure how to talk to the other woman. Rage would give her away, as would any sullen behavior-- So the redhead avoided her division assistant as best she could, making sure to get the dagger she'd picked up charged at a station.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 2:33 pm
Aleister watched Allen-taichou was he walked around talking to the other hunters. He looked particularly worried then again that wasn't unusual for Aleister on any mission Caelius sent them on. When Allen came close enough to Wilson and himself, Aleister stopped him. "A-a-a....... Allen....... - Taichou?"
He bit his lower lip no he really shouldn't say anything but yet he should.... "Er.... sir.... I er.... never got clearance for a runic w-weapon." Caelius would kill him if he found out. He would absolutely kill him, no need to worry about the mission killing him. He was probably more worried about the repercussions of not having clearance than what not having one meant.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 2:37 pm
Rep cringed uncomfortably again as Ofie mentioned the injuries again. "If you have clearance for a runic weapon and s**t. Get one. If not. There's nothing you need to bring other than yourself I think. Don't as" me though, I don't have a ******** clue."
He watched Allan distantly as he inflicted himself on various trainees. At the very least, he felt safer having the division leads there. Even Cael, despite the fact he was more likely to kill hunters than horsemen he felt.
And then his phone buzzed.
He read the text and frowned, it was almost unsettling how many people had told him not to die today. It made him wonder if he was somehow a sure bet to end up that way.
ILU 5 EVR RE: To Clerise Don't worry circus girl. I've still got a lot of asses left 2 kick.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 2:39 pm
Just as Jerry watched the doctor approach Candace, Sasha's gaze followed the doctor as he moved away. Her entire expression had softened in fondness as she gazed after her Division Lead. "Oh, he's just so wonderful, isn't he?" She turned her attention back to Jerry before she witnessed the hug between Candace and the doctor. She looked utterly concerned for a brief moment, reaching forward to clasp his shoulder. Jerry looked like he might yuck. "It will be fine, Jerry. Really. And.. Robert said he'd make me doughnuts when we all get back." She plucked a piece of fluff from his scarf, letting it drift from her fingers. "And you know.." Sasha smiled at Jerry reassuringly, "how much I love doughnuts."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 2:41 pm
At fist Marcus just gave Allan a halfhearted smile. Inner strength? He doubted. Shikai he didn't even know what the hell it was. He appreciated Allan trying to cheer him up and 'motivate' him but really.... He kind of ruined it with true love. Sighing, he scratched his head before looking at Gale. "Does it really look like me and Dakota have a thing I mean seriously? Cass and I- Its not like we hide our relationships just-" He groaned. "Things I regret, number ******** all, not telling Julie no."
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 2:46 pm
Ofelia's brow bent itself as she looked at Rep and his interaction with his phone. "Are ya okay, Rep? Ya seem different, like yer worried'a sommin'." It was awkward for the teen, who didn't give a s**t about reading signs and notes, to show open concern for someone given her current condition. Or something.
She knew she needed to go get a weapon but for the moment she didn't want to walk around or move much. It'd be best and easiest for her to just stand in a place and grab something last minute, right? Oh wait, there was Allan-tiebouchew or whatever he was calling himself - maybe she should ask him for help.
That involved moving though.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 2:48 pm
Robert zeroed in on Jerry the moment Sasha started crooning after H. He wasn't interested in drama, at the moment - that look clearly expressed worry. They were in danger of getting killed, today? Sure. Sasha was in danger of H? Now that was something to worry about.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 3:00 pm
He put away the phone, worried for Clerise but at the same time rather glad circus girl hadn't ended up ******** dead yet. It was a good sign. Maybe they could fix her. He'd wanted to ask if Balth was back but in retrospect was glad he hadn't, he'd have looked like a moron.
the ******** angel was always such a worry wart, but he couldn't really tell him to shut up today of all days. Not when he'd worked so damn hard to even get them both in a state to be here and upright.
"Yeah I'm ******** worried. Not even gonna lie to you Oneeye, this one's the big ******** leagues by the looks of it. Dangerous as s**t." he waved a hand vaguely. "Was just telling a friend I'll be coming back if I have anything to do with it."
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 3:03 pm
H was.... a double edged sword, really. If she was in his favor, then he'd be sure to protect her, right? And if they survived this... "Sasha. Promise me you won't be scared?" He almost asked if she had at least brought the kazoo, but stopped himself. He debated saying a lot of things. But now was not the time. "I won't be if you aren't." He managed to force a smile, happy to instead be distracted by her delicate fingers picking at his scarf. There wasn't any lint, he liked to believe. She just wanted to...
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 3:06 pm
"Hmmm...." Allan had just finished with the last batch of concerned Hunters, though most were now simply trying to ease their nerves as they talked amongst themselves. He gave a few Sun trainees looking his direction two thumbs up because he believed in them, and then pulled Aleister to one side, pushing the trainee forward. "Come here you."
He leaned over slightly, pulling out a set of basic bandages. "Moon Hunters keep on trying to tell me I'll need this stuff, but between you and me, I think you need it more." A wink. "Don't tell anyone else alright, just this once."
Despite it being All Of The Obvious, the Sun lead was off and away again, whistling innocently. LP - Aleister has been granted basic runic bandages. They are one time use only and can only be used in this meta.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 3:14 pm
Right. Make sure his weapon was charged. Was it? Deryk had a moment of internal panic and quickly rushed over to the table to make sure his torch was fully charged. It indeed was, but it was good for him to double check, right? Letting out a breath, he set it back into place, nervously looking around at the others. There were quite a few solemn looks around. This didn't really turn out to be a good sign to him. Even the older hunters didn't look particularly happy about this mission.
Another concern came to mind.
If this turned out to be a complete wipe, would it mean Deus Ex would erase whatever evidence of what happened? Would he simply become another blank space in the archives?
This didn't sit too well with him at all.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 3:16 pm
"Dun worry, we'll come back. If Ah can survive this an' come back, an' yer capable'a kickin' mah as every time we spar, Ah'm certain at least yer body will make it back here alive. Not sure 'bout mah odds, but Ah ain' plannin' on dyin'." Part of her wanted to say that she'd protect him but was pretty sure that wouldn't go over well and whatever friendliness she was thinking might be developing. It was best then to maybe appeal to his manliness?
Allan was nearby and Ofelia waved to him, groaning painfully at the motion. Was she really going to be okay? She could keep her bravado up all she wanted but the truth was the truth - she was hurt, hadn't fully recovered, and would probably end up dead before this was all over. She hadn't been able to hide that wince, not from Rep or Jordan or even Allan, if he'd been looking.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 3:17 pm
Sasha knew he was worried, and she hated that it was over her. Augh. She flung her arms around Jerry's neck in a quick hug, pressing her cheek against his. "I promise, Jerry." Sasha pulled away and gave his shoulder a squeeze. "I promise." She turned a narrowed gaze over her shoulder at Robert. "And Robert promises, too, right Robert?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 3:19 pm
Wilson stayed with Aleister, even as the others walked away to prepare on their own. While he adjusted his headset, he slightly leaned toward the other death trainee when he heard the blond quietly call out his name. “Yes?” His brows furrowed at the hint of worry he managed to pick up, and he frowned even more at the confession. “It’s alright,” he answered softly, “admittedly I only ever got clearance for the trapping guns.” He shrugged. ‘v’a Once Allan was within range, Wilson gently nudged Aleister toward the leader and remained silent, standing by for moral support, except the sun lead pulled Aleister away.
He tried to throw his friend a reassuring smile. ‘v’;;;;; They talked briefly before Allan walked off whistling, leaving Aleister with a particular pair of bandages. Wilson immediately went over, constantly switching between the retreating Allan and the bandages. “That was…nice.” So maybe Allan wasn’t as crazy—okay no he was just crazy yet nice.
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 3:32 pm
Within the crowd of trainees, Petra stood there with the same stony, monotonous expression as always, but for the slightest tightening of her shoulder muscles. Every so often she'd glance around her at everyone else, listening but not intruding in a conversation, but all the while remained completely silent, shock-still where she stood off to one side in the midst of the tiny crowd.
(Sorry for the crappy post, I really had nothing important to add or say ;;; )
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