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 Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 11:17 pm
"They do what?" The more Willy talked, the more Clerise realized that she shoulda maybe asked for a contract before signing her life away. "Ugh. I'll try to find it, I need to see this s**t with my own eyes." Red eyes flicked to Rep. "Not that I don't believe you-- but I can't ********' believe it without seeing it first."
It would make it more...real.
"This sucks. I distinctly remember this place sounding better after meximarts." Clerise would have denied the fact that she was sulking, but lately, she'd been more prone to it. Balthazar wasn't much of a help-- he was just telling her how much of a c**t she was without ever really detailing why.
One day she'd hash it out with him, but not anytime soon, that's for sure.
"I don't know or care much about this Aria lady, Mist is..." She only really knew Candace and Whiny and her-- and didn't know much ABOUT them otherwise. "I want to know more about the...1999. Did they say where it was?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 11:30 pm
Rep nodded "Nah I can understand, I'd think it was possibly bullshit if I hadn't seen them crack it in front of me, and saw the intermediates around believe it too. I almost wish I hadn't read it, cause its pretty ******** grisly. I thought I was getting out of the noose when all it seems like is just putting it off a bit."
He smirked. "And yeah, I'm not a fan of the b***h division in general. I was just ******** pissed they knew these bastards could dish out diseases but sent us back anyway. The 1999 s**t was the most ******** up, lists of numbers, lists of people. The main fight looks like it was in Times Square in New York for whatever reason, I have not a ******** clue why people didn't get killed and on the news, it must have been one hell of a covert op to sneak two hundred hunters in there and not have the bodies get found either. Oh and it mentioned like, two kinds of hunters. Bonded and runic too, though said the runics were shite and not good enough."
He scratched his beard, wracking his brain for the details.
"The mission seems to have had something to do with some.. artifact thing. But it was destroyed. Dunno if that was what ended the mission or killed the people or whatever. Either way the whole ******** thing had to be a failure, it doesn't look like they actually killed ANY of the horsemen. At least not from the reports anyway, just got ******** raped by them." he shrugged. "Its all ******** suspicious. If they aren't dead, why aren't they back?"
He barely even knew what the horsemen were outside the biblical context, but he didn't really fancy dealing with them.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 12:02 am
She was lost in thought until he mentioned New York City in 1999.
Now.
Why was that so familiar?
{[ You're a forgetful, spiteful child. Think. ]}
Clerise started to scribble down all of what Rep was saying on her sketchpad, making a bulleted list for the details. She wasn't gonna remember all this s**t. "We don't have any of those, do we? People just rent the ********' runic things, yeah?"
She sat in silence after Rep was done talking. Clerise had no ********' clue how anything matched up religiously either, seeing that she'd never been to church after the age of seven. The shadows there put the fear of something not quite God into her, and the fits she'd thrown had nearly gotten her exorcised, according to her dad.
"I really, really don't like the sound of all this."
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 7:40 am
Rep blinked in surprise and was about to utterly flip out in defence at her comment only to realise she was talking to her weapon. Which he could appreciate, Tracey drove him crazy when he was in a talky mood rather than just a quiet presence of reassurance.
He relaxed a little. "Yeah we don't as far as I'm aware, I think they retired them after that ******** disaster." He frowned at her somewhat sympathetically. "And yeah, me neither. I have no idea what we are ******** up against, but whatever it is, it has to be nasty. I just really ******** hope if it comes down to it, I'm not one of those two hundred."
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 10:23 pm
Clerise poked at the pocketwatch around her neck, tapping it insistently.
"I've seen a few people use them. Torches or bandages or whatever. No one...who uses them full time, though. We've all got the talkative little ******** upstairs."
God, she just couldn't sit still. She had to know more about it. "You saw what happened to Sandy," Clerise said, low and stern. "Barney too. They weren't amateurish little bitches or anything--"
She thought of the various division heads.
H, who was...okay, a little creepy. But he was efficient, and toeing the line of cruel, according to Clarice.
Caelius was cold, and obviously unattached...and kind of a little b***h, to be honest.
Moon? Who ******** knew?
Despite being completely retarded, Allan packed a punch like few others.
And then Aria, who Clerise wasn't much for, given her blatant favoritism towards her rag-tag group that were jacks and jills of all trades.
Her eyes flipped to Rep. "There's no hope about this. I'm not going to be one of them. Failure is not an option."
If this meant she had to be ruthless, well...It did well for two out of five of the division heads. Maybe it could serve her good, too.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 12:12 am
Rep smirked toothily at her. He liked that attitude. It was one he could certainly borrow. "Yeah that's the way to deal with it. Don't fail." He just couldn't be quite as optimistic with the knowledge that a lot of those guys had to have gone to their deaths with the same attitude. That it could never happen to them, that they'd evade it. And they'd still died.
"Failure not an option. Sometimes its not an option. Sometimes it's /mandatory/.
He smiled faintly. "But you never know unless you try right? I just know if there's a no-win situation..."
He shrugged. "I'm no Barney."
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 12:42 pm
A wide grin split her face, equally as toothy. Yeah. Maybe she could do this. She flicked her eyes towards the exit, flexing her hand before scribbling down her ideas at a frenetic pace.
"There's got to be a way. I'm no Sandy, but..the division heads didn't start that way, and neither did the assistants."
She heaved a sigh, flinging one of her pens out the open window with a frown.
"I think i need to raid the ********' Life computers and see if there's any s**t buried in the files or somethin."
Too bad she was...pretty inexperienced with computers.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 12:54 pm
Rep raised a brow at this. "Life computers eh? That'd be interesting. Wonder if there's anything on there about the people from that mission." He gave her a thoughtful look, scratching his chin.
"I'll cover this duty if you want to go like, do that and s**t."
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 1:01 pm
"They've got files about how minipets poop," Clerise says in all seriousness. "I ********' hope they have s**t about something important."
Her foot tapped impatiently, and at Rep's over, she gave him a grin.
"Thanks dude. I'll let you know if I find anything interesting."
She was doing it. She was making it happen.
Clerise gave the brusque sun trainee a brief, one armed hug, and was up and packed in a few whirlwind seconds, shimmying down the ladder with her normal frenzied pace.
She had things to read.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 1:09 pm
Rep waved a hand in a vague sort of "Its no problem really" way.
"Get out of here." he smirked.
He was left with the lingering sensation of the hug, however fleeting, something he was unused to. And his thoughts, as always. But at least now with a little bit more optimism and just a tiny bit of hope.
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