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 Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 8:19 pm
Rep raised a brow at Harrison, he hadn't even thought to ask Tracey if he was fine with it before requesting aid. He was so used to just demanding that things relating to him go his way, getting used to someone else in his head was weird. He frowned almost sulkily, but he saw the point, he'd be leery of touching anyone else's bonded weapon without permission too. Hell he didn't even like touching tablets.
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He rolled his eyes. "He says aye, its fine. At least that's the jist of what he said, he used a lot more ******** words."
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 8:42 pm
"B0nez said it's okay, as long as I spend the rest of my life at a console," Harrison said irritably, and finished the last gunk-clearing stroke. He set B0nez down.
This floor sucks, B0nez said.
Harrison propped him up on a beanbag.
Better. At least there's a High Ground bonus.
Harrison made the other t-shirt into a triangle, then folded his legs and sat down across from Rep. "...Uh. Hi, Tracey. We'll use the oil cloth for the next part." He hesitated. It was kind of weird, touching somebody else's weapon. "...If there's something you don't like, let Rep know, and I'll cut it out."
Usually he just listened to what B0nez wanted, but this was sort of uncharted territory. It was still metal, though, and he could see the scuff marks, and where Tracey was dull along here- Harrison buckled down and started at the hilt, moving the cloth along the blade in one slow, steady motion.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 12:29 am
"Doesn't sound that bad a fate." he smirked. He really did miss his computer sometimes, loathe as he was to admit it. "He could ******** want you to read books."
He gave the blonde man a wolfish grin at his concern. he repeated the words out loud for a change. "He says that it's fine."
The contact was surprisingly really strange to Rep. There was something very intensely personal about having someone help with a weapon that was essentially sustained by his essence, a distinct part of him. It was in the very same vein as his aversion to touching the tablets of the fallen. Too intimate. Harrison though...he could live with.
He turned his attention to getting back to work, laughing to himself as he did so at another of Tracey's comments. "b*****d says you are better at this than I am."
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 6:24 am
Harrison snorted, "You trying playing every copy of every game ever. I'm s**t at it."
Total s**t.
"Don't tell him I said this, but Jordan's better than I am. Jordan."
I could take him.
Harrison repeated the motion, and grinned.
"Okay, that, I'm good at. But it's not hard. Here. Start at his hilt. Use your arm instead of your wrist."
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 6:32 am
"Dunno about every ********' game but a pretty huge ******** number of them." he shrugged. "I used to sell pirated games and movies for a living, had to test them to make sure the cracks and keygens worked and s**t. I've played some amazingly s**t games."
"Your talents must just lie..elsewhere then." he offered, even as he made an effort to relax a bit and do as Harrison directed. It was an axe he had to remember. Not anything else.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 6:57 am
"Sounds like you two would-"
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Harrison wasn't sure what that was, but it made him nervous.
"B0nez said...hell, I don't know what B0nez said. But I'm pretty sure-"
Another promoter of free redistribution! B0nez was practically itching to get hands he didn't have on a keyboard. Ask him what he has! Wait, ask him if he brought anything. Wait, does he have it uploaded anywhere? Start filesharing with this guy ASAP.
Considering the contexts B0nez had used filesharing in before, Harrison just focused on polishing and mumbled something about peer-to-peer.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 7:06 am
Rep could only laugh as presumably Harrison was interrupted by B0nez a few times, losing the thread of his sentence each time. The result was a more than a little confusion on the redhead's end of the discussion.
"He sounds excitable." he grinned, finishing off cleaning up one of the razor sharp barbs along the blade, Tracey well and truly savouring the attentions.
"I ******** wish this shithole had p2p access. Then again, I'd also kill just to have my externals, outdated as ******** by now but there was some pretty decent games on them, not to mention the like...other stuff. I imagine a HD full of porn could probably be bartered pretty well around here."
He sighed, giving the edge one last wipe. "But alas. My laptop and s**t probably wouldn't even work here, my ipod went tits up right away."
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 7:58 am
Oh s**t! I know, right. There's a ton coming out this year and it's like we're living in a cave.
Harrison repeated that for Rep's benefit.
"...The reason he's pirate swords isn't because he's a swashbuckler. He just got real...talky at the prospect of you having brought a ton of s**t to the island. I don't understand half of what he says. Or what you said just now. ...The only word I got from that was porn."
Harrison moved to where Tracey's blade was divided, paying attention to the corners.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 8:52 am
There was a momentary pause and clash of emotions as Rep's desire not to appear like a nerd engaged in mortal combat with the urge to gush and agree with B0nez that yes, it was ******** hell and he tried not to think about it all the time.
"Yeah. I feel your pain mate." he finally cracked up in a grin, it was strange, talking to a person inside someone else's head, but at the same time, talking around them as if they weren't there was probably worse. "Maybe one day I'll get my s**t back, and I'll make Ace go through it for me."
But returning his attention to Harrison he kept that faint edge of amusement he always seemed to maintain around the other man. "You would focus on the porn."
He was impressed how spotless Tracey was getting, and could actually /feel/ the impact they were having on the axe's mood. "This s**t is.. really effective by the way."
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 9:47 am
"It's the only thing that made sense. Carbon-dated extraterrestrial HV porn," he repeated in an approximation of Rep's accent.
"Any spots we missed, Tracey?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 9:52 am
"Man. You sure you aren't a woman in disguise?" he teased "First the pink, then the unicorn and now the ******** technical knowledge of a Swedish milkmaid."
Rep rolled his eyes before relaying this verbatim, even putting Tracey's camp twang on the words. "I swear, he's like an old lady too."
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 10:29 am
"You're welcome. Maybe we girls oughta stick together." He added with a grumble, "Pink makes those Halloween bastards shake in their boots. Having a pink belt's like wearing a string of body parts. ....And there is nothing more masculine than a Stallion that can stab you. You can keep the nerdy s**t. Old lady. He's a gigantic badass battleaxe."
Girly. Whatever. He leaned back to inspect Tracey, and apparently satisfied, picked B0nez back up and handing Rep a pre-soaked oilcloth.
"Okay, tough guy. You just want a thin coat, otherwise he'll end up feeling greasy. Cleaning him is more like, I dunno, a shower, but this next part is a weapon massage. So don't get in too much of a hurry."
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 1:08 pm
He couldn't help but laugh at Harrison's logic, especially at the fact that it made sense. Halloween were all about monsters and evil and badass, it sort of made sense to counter it with pink. He didn't buy killer being a masculine stallion though, that was more of a stretch of imagination than his brain was capable of. "Its okay to be girly, I've got enough manliness to make up for both of us, right? You don't need to make far fetched excuses." Making Harrison grumble was soothing.
He took the oilcloth and sticking out his tongue to bite it in concentration as he worked, set about applying the stuff with very slow lazy strokes, actually hefting the blade up into his lap to do so, like petting a very large steel dog.
He ignored the axe's breathless tone for a change, starting to realise that what he'd call sex voice was just a tone he tended to use when he was happy or excitable. He could deal with it. As it was the contented feelings were nice, and almost seemed to bleed over slightly, calming him down a bit himself, easing emotions shoved very close to breaking point just a little bit.
"Nice." he stated approving, his own voice gravelly enough to make him hurriedly clear his throat in an attempt to hide it. "Eh. Nice I mean. Relaxing and s**t. For like..both of us."
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 1:20 pm
"Guess I can drop the act. Maybe I oughta start wearing flowerdy dresses and hair clips," Harrison said with an eyeroll.
B0nez settled in to the polishing too. Harrison could swear he was stretching. Ahhh. I thought I was going to be on that beanbag forever. Little to the left.
"Yeah. Kept wishing I'd brought my kit to the Mission. ...It's why I figured it'd be okay to use this room."
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 1:29 pm
He couldn't help but laugh, proper relaxed laughter, not his usual mocking sort. "Oh good ******** god man. No, no dresses. Just like glasses. You look just fine as you are. Girly tastes or not."
he smirked. Pushy? That was new. He obliged by keeping the oiling up.
"Quiet too." he closed his eyes and just let his hands feel out what he was doing. "Which I ******** need right now. I feel like I'm wound way too ******** tight and I'm ready to snap."
"And when I do its not going to be pretty."
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