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 Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 6:53 pm
The sleepy-eyed girl had no issues keeping up, and in fact, didn't seem to notice his increased pace. "So, let me get this straight. You're not trying to 'convince' them, you're trying to 'show' them. Sounds awful similar, I reckon." Her tone, however, was neutral, not mocking, as if she was simply making an observation.
Regardless, she considered the latter half of his statement. "In this case, location seems more important than content. Let me know if you need another painter when y'all make your hits."
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 7:12 pm
Ilmenite snorted at her, pausing a bit away to hike the bag higher again and turn to consider the lieutenant. She maybe meant for it to be neutral, but no matter how careful her tone was, people could always read into it. He was less offended by the statement and more by the dismissal, by the flicker of attitude behind it.
"You can just say what you think, you know. I'm not going to string you up or court martial you or anything. I don't go in for that s**t." He wobbled a hand back and forth in a so-so gesture, not exactly approving. "I don't really appreciate the 'you don't know what you're doing' vibe you seem to be giving off, but still -- if you have a better idea, just out and say it. I mean, it would be cool to have one of those stencil things, but as I'm not artistically inclined..."
Putting it mildly. Ilmenite could draw a straight line, but only with a ruler. He shrugged.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 7:45 pm
"You're projecting, bro." Howlite wasn't ruffled, in fact, the idea that he might pull 'rank' on her hadn't even occurred to her. It should've, but it didn't. "It's no vibe, you just straight up don't know what you're doing. But that's no skin off my nose."
Their eyes were equally dark, she noticed, as they looked each other over. "You can have the stencils from my kit. All for the cause, right?" There were a ton of them. Howl had been a delinquent for a while.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 8:08 pm
The comment got a distinctly disbelieving sound -- because that was seriously, exactly what he was talking about. Ilmenite knew what he was doing, and it was mayhem. Mayhem for mayhem's sake, sure, but sometimes that was alright. He eyed the stencils with his hands still wrapped around the bag.
"You have one thing right, which is that I don't have a damned clue how to use those. They do look pretty good, though." He didn't answer the rest of it, instead waving vaguely at one of the walls. "I've seen them around, some."
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 8:25 pm
"There's some awful insulting ones toward the bottom," She held her bag open so he could see the stack. Howlite had more at home, but there were less than zero reasons to invite Ilmenite over for a cup of tea.
The blonde zipped the bag, and held it out to him. "Take 'em," it would prevent her from having to sit there while he sorted through them. "More power to you."
Now, though, she had things to do.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 7:10 am
"...hmp. And these are yours." He was putting pieces together in his head, a faint frown tugging at the corners of his mouth as his head came up again. Now he had two bags, and a thought at the back of his mind that he was struggling to put together. His attention twitched, briefly, back the way they came.
"Oh. You do this. You knew that guy." Ilmenite should have realized right away. He shrugged, hiking her bag up onto his other shoulder and trying to figure out what, exactly, might smooth it over. "Sorry?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 2:58 pm
"We're good," She lifted one shoulder in an answering shrug. "You didn't kill him." There wasn't much more to say than that, as it was always dicy, mixing your civilian life with your powered life.
"Give me a tap when you need a hand, yeah?" No hard feelings. They'd both irritated each other's skin, briefly, but Howlite was hard-pressed to dig up the emotional depth needed to hold a grudge.
That was enough of a goodbye for her, and the blonde shot him a casual, two-fingered salute before peeling off in her own direction.
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