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 Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 9:43 am
Mot couldn't handle much more of the moral debate, and was relieved to hear it ebb away. Maybe it was naiveté, or maybe just ignorance, but he just couldn't handle such a debate while his ghoulfriend lay there in literal pieces. He wanted to leave. he wanted to get her seen to by Nurse Cricket. He had no interest in the rest of this mission, though he did worry about the fate of his friends. What if reinforcements came?
He seldom took his eyes away from Hel, glancing at the hunter once in a while to see what he was up to.
Not a bit. he couldn't handle it. he was anxious to get Hel to safety above all else.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 9:59 am
'My rank is hunter'.
How many ranks were there? She knew there were 'leaders' and 'trainees'. Also 'hunters'. So Trainee ---> Hunter ---> Leader... but was there more than that?
Shehk considered the human curiously, walking over to crouch by Stacey thoughtfully, tilting her head. "I have a small question for you, Stacey." Shehk said, fussing with her bracelet and tapping the grey piece of bone - the piece of Red she always carried with her. "This right here. I know what it is and what causes it." Well, kind of. She knew that what she held was a piece of over-exposure (and fusion) to a weapon, after all. "But how do I fix this?"
There might have been a small tone of desperation in her voice that was only slightly masked by the dead-set look on her face. It was one of her longest standing questions: How could she have saved Red?
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Invictus didn't miss that tone, that slip of anger aimed in his direction. The horseman didn't even smile. "Perhaps I do." he answered, acknowledging the fact that maybe, just maybe he knew a lot more than he'd been letting on - or had let on, even - to anybody outside of the heirs. Nobody had asked, and thus he had never given.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 10:07 am
As Shehk provided additional questions, Christof happily tightened the tool on the human's nostril, stitched lips twisting into an eager smile as though just saying, 'Go ahead and don't answer. I am ok with that.' The metal pinched, but only the tiniest bead of blood betrayed the Igor's self control.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 10:43 am
Shun decided to ignore the whole tickling thing and just focused on the Hunter. He noticed Christof taking a bit of initiative.
"Careful," he said but didn't call him off or urge him on. Letting out a breath, he turned his attention to Shehk as she stepped up to the plate with a question as well. Once she finished, he went ahead to relay Mitsu's. While he doubted Stacey would give them an answer or even know the answer as it would require the hunters actually looking into deweaponization, he was going to ask anyway.
"This one is a bit of a long shot but it was bound to be asked at some point. Weaponization reversal. Any ideas?"
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Jericho loomed closer to the hunter as he came around and began to sort of beginning to answer their questions. When he spoke to Invictus, he glanced to the heir briefly, then looked back down at the cocoon. Shehk brought up a rather good question. He was highly interested in hearing the answer.
Unconsciously, his hand touched one of the areas of his arm where his sleeve hid a patch of grey.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 10:52 am
Lizzy took Mac's skelephone back, remaining silent; she was taking mental notes. The ones resorting to violence... The ones who were against it... The former outweighs the latter, and she couldn't help but wonder if maybe this man was destined to die after all. She looked at Christof, her eyes glazing over as she tried to put herself in the shoes someone bolder, stronger. Someone not her. Someone like Admin.
"Your rank is hunter, huh? Judging from your skills, you're obviously not one of those trainees Caelius described as expandable," She resumed typing into the skelephone, her tone neutral, "However, since Caelius is the 'head hunter', you must be ranked under him... How far down though? How expandable are you?"
A pause, "Since my friends seem to be against tickling-" She sighed, obviously disappointed, "You get... That." She pointed at Christof, with his sharp tools, "And a bit of that." She pointed at the obviously angry I-want-to-kill-him Shun, "Maybe that too." She gestured towards Invictus.
"I guess you can choose not to answer, but uh, I really hope that you have a high pain tolerance," She smiled sheepishly, "Let's see. The questions so far... Is there a way to change weapons back to their original form? Is there a way to cure insanity - also known as the thing Professor Red was infected with prior to her death. Ah, here's a good one... Is there a reason for your organization's increased interest in the horsemen recently? With the trials happening at the same time... I doubt it's a coincidence."
She might had glanced briefly at Invictus when she said that. Together with a look that said 'hi I met you once upon a roof'.Questions 1. Name and Rank: Stacey the hunter 2. Job as a Hunter: 3. How many Hunters are there?: 4. What's with the interest in the horsemen lately?: 5. Why is it only in the last year or so you've begun to move so actively?:
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 11:11 am
...Tickling...?
"What..." Amrita breathed out in disbelief. Lizzy wanted to...tickle the Hunter? What? The Hunters didn't tickle them! That was an absolute joke, right? "That's dumb." She grumbled, wrapping her arms around her stomach. This was stupid. It wasn't going to get any better. As she stayed quiet and watched the group, her gaze slid towards Christof and his, uh, helping. Awwr, that looked like fun, she wanted to do it too. :C
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"...OH!" The Vetala stood up straight, stepping away from Aymet and a pace or two closer to the Hunter. That piece in the trial-dreams...that paper she didn't understand... "And what does 12/31/1999 mean?"
--- Mac mourned the loss of his skelephone. :<
Lizzy was taking care of it and Shun was busy, so he made himself busy by stepping back from the group and towards poor Hel and Mot. Oreo looked pretty bad, but...at least she was breathing. Mot, on the other hand...he looked stretched thinner than normal.
"Are you two holdin up?" He began to shrug out of his jacket, kneeling beside the ghoul to gently drape it over her head. It wouldn't stop the bleeding, but at least she wouldn't be as cold. Besides, who knew what germs the Hunter had; might as well cover her with a fear-saturated item.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 11:34 am
Invictus shot Amrita a very knowing look at her question about 12/31/1999. However, he didn't say anything. But there was almost an implication that if she was going to get an answer, it probably should have been him they were asking about that.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 11:49 am
Israfel began to chirp in anger again, glaring at Christof. "You will remove yourself from the hunter Christof. You will do it right now." He had been agitated when the igor had brought an item close to the hunter, but Israfel was not willing to allow torture. "Lizzy...." Looking back at her he frowned as she laid down the threat of violence.
Feathers began to puff out again, an attempt to threatening.
It may or may not have just made him look extremely poofy.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 12:27 pm
"It's not my specialty," Stacey answered the wolf girl. "But they say..." The igor had chosen an unfortunately sensitive part to start at, teeth gritted and hissing, after several moments his eyes clenched closed. When he opened them again, there was a distant, slightly glazed look in his eyes. Was he refusing to answer? Or had he failed to even register the questions?
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 12:36 pm
Hel was, and going to remain for the rest of this mission, useless. A pained lump on the floor of the Haunted House. She remained quiet after Christof had tended to her and comforted her, and felt a bit saddened as he left, but he was replaced with Mot, and there was comfort in that. She seemed to catch bits of what her peers were saying in and out, her brows furrowing and her gaze leveled in a glare. Spare him? Keep him alive? She wanted to applaud whoever delivered a rather compelling speech about killing him, sadly, she’d have to commend Amyet another time. She glanced up at Mac when he came over, and felt oddly…touched somewhere in there as he draped his jacket on her, but as far as answering any questions, it wasn’t happening. No, she wanted to ask him how he was holding up after she hacked off his arms, and this would be one of those few times where it was good that she kept her mouth shut. Instead, she just glared at the trapped Hunter from where she could.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 12:48 pm
Mot looked up as Mac approached. His actions were more than appreciated. "Well enough. But.." He looked back to hel, who seemed to be painfully glaring at the hunter. Mot gripped the fabric of his trousers, gritting his teeth. Why did she have to go through this? "I want to get her out of here.." He wasn't sure how Hel herself felt about bring taken from the mission, but his concern for her health was greater than pride.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 12:51 pm
1999? The Reaper knew nothing of this date but going off of Amrita and then Invictus's reaction... there seemed to be some significance to it. He just didn't know what.
The Hunter had begun to answer but ended up trailing off. Frowning, Shun slowly got up to his feet so he could move a little closer to the downed man.
"Well? Go on. Or do we need to repeat all of that?" he asked, not sounding particularly amused as he knelt down on the other side of Stacey from Christof.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 12:55 pm
Amrita missed the look entirely, but there was a suspiciously alarming shiver that shot through her.
Well, that was odd.
The shiver passed and she focused on Israfel, torn despite having argued against him twice now. If he should lay a hand on Christof, what would she do...? She wasn't sure. The bloodlust was ebbing now though something in her was screaming to stop him, but...it was Israfel...
Nnngh this was complicated! All the conflicting emotions, all of them. And now, the Hunter wasn't responding...------- "Nothin, huh?" The Reaper said quietly, brushing his fingers through some blood stained hair. "Mot, I hate to tell you this, but I think she's defective." There was an attempt to joke, but it sounded more pained than he intended, certainly.
Mac was obviously conflicted. He didn't do so well with the whole comforting thing. He wasn't even good at it when it came to Lizzy! The sight of a broken Hel was bad enough, but a broken silent Hel hurt worse, strangely enough. Sure, the last time he saw her they had gotten into a fight, but...that didn't matter any more.
"Is there any way out of here?" He asked Mot first; he hadn't been in this place before, but maybe the Reaper knew...
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 12:59 pm
Christof's grip on the Hunter's nostril wobbled dangerously as he swung his head around to glower at Isra over his hunch. Just who's side was the flighty bird on, anyway? They were what they were. They had to do what they had to do. And Christof was more than happy to do what he felt was perfectly necessary, even if the Hunter seemed... momentarily distracted.
Faking it. Trying to see if the others will stop me, Christof's eyes narrowed as he looked back down at the Human, finally withdrawing the tool before gripping Stacey's face in a hand, seeing if he could force open his jaw and peer inside his mouth for the missing words.
Isra was not his Acting Master, he saw no reason in obeying the fluff of feathers. Instead, he glanced up to Shun with a whine for permission, a third hand slipping into his pocket for the needle nose pliers, anxious to continue.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 1:03 pm
With a hiss, Shun glanced over at Christof. It was hard to look around without agitating his wound one way or another really. Once the pain ebbed away a bit, he let out a breath and held up a hand before speaking.
"Hold on. It sounded like he was going to give us answers," he said calmly, "I'd watch out though. He may bite."
The comment was due to the fact that the igor was trying to pry his mouth open at the moment. Though... it would be a rather poor choice on the part of Stacey to try and bite anyone right about now.
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