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 Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 5:27 pm
Rep smirked toothily, completely incapable of being a gracious winner, more than content to ham up his first real victory as much as he could, milk the power rush as much as he could get away with. His own body was reminding him that yes, there was quite a bit of pain, yes he should probably rest up a little, but he ignored it, as always consigning pain to that part of his brain marked "for sissies"
Still, he approved of her attitude, women should be optimistic when they were beaten, after all, that was the way of things. And then there was that whole Sun thing. "Aye, it was fun allright." He maintained that slimy tone he'd taken earlier. "And I didn't expect less than a damn good fight from a Sun, we've got standards to maintain right?"
However her comment about Rin completely derailed him, raising a brow at her. "Into.. Rin?" That laugh again, he couldn't help it. "Hahaha. Ahaha. No. Definately ******** not. "
< No, you wouldn't be would you? > Tracey cooed, still a little buzzy from the successful charge. Rep froze mid laugh looking suddenly less amused, seeming derailed from his train of thought for a moment as Tracey got a furious mental tirade. When he glanced back to Ofie it was with a more barbed nastiness.
"And no, I don't waste my time wining and dining. Not even for a woman with an extra orifice." he cackled cruelly.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 5:41 pm
"Extra...what....?" Ofelia was still standing, just barely, and she was doing her best to keep her attention high. "Also okay, sorry - jus' assumed y'all were tagether since ya seem nicer ta her in a manner of speakin'." At least he was always talking to her? Ofelia always assumed people wouldn't talk to people they hate and since Rep always talked to Rin they must have liked one another, right? Ah well whatever, let her think what she wanted to think. Her head was pounding and standing was getting difficult - plus it felt like she wanted to throw up. "Ugh, mah head is poundin'. Didja happen ta see where mah eye went?"
Was there a way for Ofelia to get more training in, for her to get stronger? It looked as though she didn't do well against people who had long range weapons, or massive ones with two hands - she could handle her own against close combat however. Would the monsters have weapons too? Why was she thinking about that now?
"Mah brother gave me that eye, Ah need ta...take... " Ofelia didn't even get to finish her sentence as she took a step forward and collapsed onto the ground, her whole body basically crumpling inside of falling dramatically. She wasn't hurt beyond the point of repair, they wouldn't be any scarring on her body, but she was out cold. For the first time in a long time she was probably going to be able to get some sleep again.
Also she was pretty sure Rep was going to just leave her where she lay, he was enough of a d**k to do so. Thank goodness the weather was nice outside.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 5:52 pm
Rep declined to comment further on Rin, he'd already have to have words with Tracey about his comment, and wasn't about to explain his reasoning why he didn't have an interest in Rin, at least not right at this moment. "No. I didn't." He lied, he'd seen the eye rolling away when she was hit and had a good idea where it'd be.
What he wasn't expecting though was her to fall unconcious, giving her a startled look as she did so. Poking her with a foot in a vaguely baffled manner.
"Well, ********." he stated, looking around the training fields. There wasn't anyone around right?
He turned and wandered away to pick up her false eye, touching it as little as he could possibly get away with, intending to leave it beside her and ******** off out of there before anyone spotted him.
He froze like the words were ice down his spine. ********, why did he have to be /right/? Okay okay, he reminded him, he'd sort this out.
He pocketed her eye with a roll of his own eyes and dismissed Tracey as he bundled the other sun trainee up in his arms, awkwardly trying to think of a way to carry her before slinging her over a broad shoulder in the most efficient way he could manage. It took all his self control not to freak out that he was touching a woman, wishing fervently she wore more clothes, like maybe an overcoat. He'd ditch her at the infirmary, she could wake up there, and he could have a clear ******** sheet. Yeah. That'd work.
So that was exactly what he did.
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