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 Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 11:26 am
Rep's posture tensed at the defiance in Jerry and resisted the urge to punch him on principle. He resisted though, because there was something innately delightful about watching Jerry seethe, watching him actually have a bit of backbone for a change. Something that made dealing with the guy that bit more worth it.
"Like you said, her father's dead. Six feet under, worm food. She should stop doting on that s**t and focus instead on what's important here. ******** war. ******** doing her job." He laughed at the guitar comment. "I'd ask him but I don't think I need to man, you are a wreck at the best of times. Figures you'd need the guitar to blame it on. Like I said, its not something to keep you grounded. Its a ******** excuse. Till you wean yourself off that s**t and stand on your own feet you are just a ******** guitar with its pet nerd."
He followed Jerry out of the meditation room, into the bunk room, not because of any hope of finding the flute, but you never knew what else there would be laying around that he could just "accidentally" drop into the bag with his clothes.
"You could, though I think on this facility all a lost and found would find would be useless s**t."
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 11:53 am
You gonna' take that? Roar growled, mental spines prickling like raised hackles in the back of Jerry's head.
His grip on his cane tightened.
Rep was a nakarma... whatever Allan called them. A fellow Sun. He'd get in trouble if he reacted. Don't let him get under his skin.
So you'll just take the bullying. You were bullied in school, you're bullied now. He's pressin' your buttons. He should shut that faggoty idiot mouth of his. You out rank him and he treats you like s**t.
"Rep," Jerry stopped in his tracks, mouth twisted into a frown, knuckles white with the effort to keep himself still. "You are an idiot."
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 12:02 pm
Rep paused lazily, letting the sheet he was holding drop back onto the vacant bunk where he'd been looking, there was an unhurried careful edge to the way he turned back to face Jerry, eyes narrowed. He'd been nice. Nice as he got, and this was how it always ended up, you tried to be pleasant to people, they took it as an opportunity to challenge your dominance.
He felt stung, and that was when the claws always came out. If they were going to be honest, he'd be ******** honest all right.
"Really? That's the best you can ******** do? An idiot?" he flexed his shoulders with an audible crack of sinew and muscle. "Well Jerry. You are a nerdy, nervous waste of space who seems to have ******** snuck into Sun on a technicality. You have a weapon you don't ******** deserve, girlfriends who have to be frankly ******** desperate, you can't do anything without ending up being a ******** burden on everyone around you. Especially me." he bristled. "Everyone else thinks its ******** cute how helpless you are. I don't. I just look forward instead to the day I finally get to haul your a** back to safety one final time, in a ******** body bag."
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 12:52 pm
Something in the man's face snapped. Rep was an idiot. He shouldn't let him crawl under his skin, but it couldn't be helped, and he wouldn't be stopped.
The superiors were wrong. There was only one way to communicate with the dumb ********.
His weight shifted to his good leg, and before Rep could blink or open his big fat mouth one more time, the cane was whipping through the air, cracking against the side of Rep's skull.
"Should I just report that to Mr. Simon?" He said flatly, eyes narrowed dangerously. "You might not respect me, Rep, but I still out rank you. The division might view me as a joke, but I don't think the report I would file would be seen as very funny if your bad attitude puts us in danger." The can back down to the ground again, "It's already nearly killed me. I won't let that happen in my division."
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 1:01 pm
The tension had been thin enough to cut with a knife, Rep tensed and ready to snap at any moment, held in check only with the rapidly dwindling thought that he was better off not starting s**t in here.
The cane dazed him, hurt like hell as unprepared as he was. It was the starter pistol as far he was concerned. There could be arguments later about who shot first, it was irrelevant to him, all that mattered was the reflex to being attacked, no one hit him any longer and got away with it.
In a crackle of red runes Tracey was summoned. "Report all you ******** like. This isn't a mission, I can say whatever the ******** I want."
His division.
"And sun will never be your division."
It was hard to swing in such a confined space, but he could care less, Tracey cut through things well enough that were in his way. He swung hard at Jerry.
"YOU ARE JUST A ******** MASCOT"
HP: 40
DMG: 5
CHG: 1/3
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Bilious rolled 1 8-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-8)
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 1:07 pm
I'll rip him apart, knock him down a peg, summon me, I'll chew him up and spit him out- Roar was howling, but Jerry's face set as he took the blow, and was sent tumbling back into a bunker, his cane skittering away.
"You're just... digging your own grave, Rep," Jerry hissed, and summoned something far more devious.
From his jumpsuit, he pulled out his dolphin-notebook and a pen.
He began writing down everything he remembered Rep had said in a scribbling, cryptic short-hand.
HP: 45/50
Defended for: 3
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 1:14 pm
It was ******** unsatisfying when Jerry didn't fight back. Frustration like a knot in his chest. So he'd strike the first blow and then try and make Rep look like the bad guy? Well he'd show him ******** bad guy ******** you." he snarled. "You sneaky little s**t, you are no better than ******** SASHA and her ******** tainted drinks."
He jabbed a finger at Jerry, he'd get a reaction. He knew exactly how.
"You keep writing that s**t? Sasha will never see her ******** flute again."
HP: 40
DMG: 1 - eaten by absorb
CHG: 2/3
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Bilious rolled 1 8-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-8)
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 1:21 pm
Jerry's eyes narrowed as the pen scribbled all of this down, "And how would you know that?"
He was the Alpha Wolf here, whether Rep liked it or not. He was a hot-headed, idiotic trainee. One day he'd learn better. Maybe. Or he'd die first.
For a moment, he was sorely tempted to make a quip about what a lovely couple Jordan and Harrison would make. Even-tempered and reliable team. He didn't quite comprehend how Rep even came into the picture. Jordan could do a lot better.
"Where's the flute, Rep?"
Don't fall into his trap. He was the alpha wolf here. He had nothing to over compensate for.
Roar was howling in his head, begging to be summoned, but no. He was already told once they did not like that sort of thing.
They'd do this his way.
He kept the pen poised.
HP: 45/50
Defended: 3
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 1:29 pm
A hiss of raw rage as he once again was denied the fight he so sorely craved. "You call yourself a ******** Sun with your ******** little notepad. A ******** failure of a man, a failure of a fighter. Words are ******** words on a page, who is going to believe them?" he could write anything he liked, everything could be thrown into doubt later he told himself.
Tracey was heavy and reassuring in his hands as he snarled. "Like I'm going to ******** tell you where it is, all that matters is I know and you ******** don't. I have her ******** heart in my hands. And you won't even fight for it." he cackled nastily.
"I will ******** savour the thought of you failing her just like you failed everyone else."
He attacked but Tracey caught on the edge of a bunk, instead burying in the floor next to Jerry rather than actually striking him.
He dropped his accent for a mocking imitation of Jerry's voice. "I couldn't find your flute. Because I'm Jerry."
HP: 40
DMG: MISS
CHG: 2/3
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Bilious rolled 1 8-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-8)
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 1:36 pm
Jerry closed his eyes.
Deep breath in through his nose and out his mouth. He continued to write every word down.
So Rep took it. Well, then. At least he could rest assured it wasn't in a garbage heap somewhere by mistake, or hopefully not in a pawn shop by now. The month just started and he knew where Rep had gone for his last leave days.
"Are you saying you are holding the flute hostage?" He asked carefully, keeping his expression even and patient.
He was back in the classroom, dealing with a rather temperamental and difficult child. Patience and an introduction to a drum kit.
His words would come back to bite him. Spreading dissent in the ranks? He'd let their superiors decide.
HP: 45/50
Defense: 6
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 1
Total: 2 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 1:46 pm
"Aye. That's exactly what I'm ******** saying. It's mine. And if I get wind of you looking for it, I'll ******** destroy it. It comes apart, its easily done." the patience riled him even more. All his ******** life he'd come up against people with infuriating patience. Suddenly he wasn't just looking at Jerry he was looking at all the teachers who had ever patronised and pitied him because what a broken home, all the therapists who'd tried to make him address his problems.
Fake. A ******** distant fake front of friendliness, it made him crazy.
At least angry people were honest.
He snarled in guttural fury as he lashed out again, unfocused and distinctly unhinged.
"AND DONT ******** PATRONISE ME."
There was nothing at all controlled or focused about his swing and rather than hit Jerry he lashed out and sent and entire bunk toppling backwards. Wanton violence but it was TOO ******** SMALL IN HERE.
HP: 40
DMG: MISS
CHG: 2/3
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Bilious rolled 1 8-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-8)
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 1:49 pm
"I'm not patronizing you, Rep." Jerry barely flinched as the ax blade sliced into the bunk just inches from him, sending splinters and cotton stuffing flying as the frame buckled under him.
He rocked back up to his good leg, limping to lean on the opposite bunk as he made a few more notes. "The thing is, I don't think you really deserve to fight Roar. Sorry, you're just getting Jerry. Why do you hate me so much?"
HP: 45/50
Defense: 7
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 8
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 1:59 pm
Not patronising him. Hah, that was a good ******** one, he thought to himself. In the same breath he said he wasn't patronising him, he went on to add that he wasn't even ******** worthy to fight Roar.
He wanted to kill him, he wanted to ******** beat him to within an inch of his nerdy life, make him take that back. Grind his face into the dirt and ask him if he'd wished he'd used Roar instead. Unworthy. Always ******** unworthy, always second place. The weak link in sun, having to listen to the other man claim rank over him, claim the division itself. His dominance had been challenge beyond backing off, even if he wouldn't fight back, he wouldn't give up.
"I hate you for SO ******** MANY REASONS." he growled "You are everything I hate. Everything. A walking ******** AFFRONT to manliness. I am ******** DONE being second to something like you."
And this time he had a much clearer swing, throwing his entire weight behind the axe as he swung at the other Sun. He'd show him who wasn't ******** fit to face Roar.
HP: 40
DMG: 8
CHG: 3/3
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Bilious rolled 1 8-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-8)
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 2:05 pm
"What makes a man to you?" Jerry staggered a bit as he caught himself from the dodge, the blade just nicking his jacket. Could have been a lot worse. He tried to keep the anger out of his voice, willed the anger out of his voice.
Alpha Wolf.
Get the pack into shape. He might not be leader material all in all but he could at least do his best to deal with these problems.
They could take it to the practice yard later, if Rep deserved it.
He limped his way closer to his cane, taking refuge between another pair of bunk beds.
HP: 44/50
Defense: 3
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Baneful rolled 7 4-sided dice:
3, 1, 4, 4, 2, 2, 2
Total: 18 (7-28)
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 2:14 pm
"A man will ******** FIGHT BACK. He won't always ******** cower behind music, behind whatever other ******** bullshit excuse he brings up that day. You claim to be a sun but you have nothing of what's ******** needed out there in the real world. Dunno what ******** MOON you grew up on but it doesn't translate. You are going to get us all ******** killed one day with your flakiness."
The thrum of Tracey's charge mingled with adrenaline until he couldn't even tell where the weapon's desires ended and his own began. He was so angry it was all there was, that desire to make Jerry take all of it back, to eat his ******** words, to somehow reach through that aloofness and hurt him.
"I will NEVER ******** obey a leader who won't even FIGHT ME."
He didn't fight it, simply let the charge go, snapping into a flat run, axe held out in front of him, he was perfectly intent on going through the bunks if he had to, all that mattered was to hurt..
There was a satisfying crunch of metal as he met with the furniture, Tracey's runes crackling satisfyingly as he felt it give. All that mattered was the anger.
HP: 40
DMG: 15
CHG: 0/3 1/2
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