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 Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 7:59 am
"Good 'cause, so long as you don't poison it, I'd love to eat it!" Who could turn down free, unburnt food? Nobody. Well, except for people who liked expensive and burnt food, but let's be honest, that wasn't Mac.
Wait...Hel wanted him to keep the picture a secret? AWWWW MAAAAAAN! That sucked! Whyyyyy...It would be so perfect! Stupid Hel and her stupid ruining of his stupid fun. He almost refused the picture then, knowing the temptation would be too great, but...Shun Beard. That would make him happy no matter how depressed he got! Shun's suffering was his favourite thing, and Shun looking like a grumbly, dirty old innkeep was his next favourite thing.
"Fiiiiine. Fun sucker." Mac seemed to get the picture anyway, and after looking at it - and laughing for a little longer - he tucked it back into his pocket and went back to eating. Hehe, today was awesome. Free food, free making-fun-of-Shun...good day. The brief silence was okay by him, not really needing to always carry on a conversation.
"Ferrymen." Mac said without missing a beat. "I've wanted to be one my whole life. I want to work for Charon LTD." The Psychopomp was smiling away in between bites of food, easily finishing off the sandwiches and moving on to stare at what was left, trying to determine the best way to eat it. "What about you? I mean other than devoted and loud Wife." No, he wasn't letting the marriage thing go, but he wouldn't accept it as an answer either.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 9:03 am
“Alright then!” Yay, someone to make food for who would eat it. Hel loved to cook, and she loved it even more when she had someone to cook for. The reaper stuck her tongue out at Mac as he called her a fun sucker. “There is nothing fun about eyeing the shadows like a lunatic waiting for Shun to leap out like a ninja and slit your throat.” Hel made a slash motion across her neck. “No thank you!”
The ghoul perked up as Mac oh so easily answered her question, and looked rather surprised. Not at what he wanted to be…but of how sure he sounded about it. She looked between the boat and Mac again, before grinning. “That is most wonderful!” She chimed, genuinely delighted. It made her happy to hear about people having goals and plans. “It is very fitting for you…but ah…as a ferryman…what would you want to ferry…?” Surely there were different things, right? Did Mac have a preference?
Now it was Hel’s turn to scowl and deflate as Mac brought up marriage. Hel looked positively sour as she plucked at a tomato in her sandwich. “…Haha. I highly doubt that is ever going to happen now…so it is off the plate!” She perked back up again. “…I honestly did not have a good direction…until I spoke with the counselor…and I learned about Trick or Treaters! I think…I think that might be a very good path for me…have you heard of them…?”
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 9:18 pm
"Mm...well, Shun is a psycho. We should put him down, I think it's his time to dissipate." Mac said seriously, talking more like they were putting down a minipet than dealing with a stoic (but crazy) assassin. He even pat her legs to complete the illusion, but he had been aiming for her hand. Whoops!
"Anything, really. I don't care what I'm ferrying. People, coffee beans, flesh eating bugs...I will do it, and I will love it." He just wanted to be out on the water all day every day, forever. With a few days in between to enjoy whatever companion life gave him. Hopefully, that would still be Lizzy. "Though I might not care too much for the flesh eating bugs." He added as an afterthought, but it was coupled with a shrug. In the end? He wouldn't care.
"Oh, I wouldn't write that off just yet." Mac had plans. Plans. "Ahh...A Trick or Treater?" The Reaper considered it, staring down at her and searching her pretty little face. "Yeah, I can see that. I don't know much about them, but I know enough. I think you'd fit right in~"
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 9:36 pm
She shouldn’t have, but she snorted at that slam at Shun. “Ah…but he is a fine warrior though, and we need all the good warriors we can get!” Hel retorted, blinking as Mac patted at her legs, before a smile pulled at her lips. So totally welcomed attention.
“Oh…I see!” Well…fair enough. Mac would transport whatever he wanted then. Hel hummed as she thought about this, before she snapped her fingers. “Oi! Sometime down the road, if you ever want company, count me in, ya!?” She leaned closer to him once again out of excitement. “I would love to just get out travel like that, while helping as well! What do you think?” Hopefully he’d like the idea. Hel liked the idea a lot, not only as a means to get exercise and see the world, but as a time to spend with a companion as well after Amity. To think a lot of the people she got accustomed to seeing regularly she probably wouldn’t after they graduated…
“…Wait…what?” Hel stared at Mac. Was…was he being a smidgeon optimistic about her marriage plans? The ghoul didn’t even care anymore about what her future goals were…she was now fixated on the idea that Mac must be up to something. She gave the reaper a calculating look. “…Do not write it off…because you are planning on marrying me?” She paused, just to let that hang, and then grinned. “Nah, I know, I know.” She may have sighed wistfully. “…But seriously…what are you up to?”
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2012 9:21 am
"Yeah, but what kind of warrior takes down his own team?" Mac scoffed, still pretty sure that Shun was evil in the Hunter sense. Sure he had stood up for him once before in front of seeds, but that's pretty much where his loyalty ended.
"Sounds like a plan to me! I imagine some loads'll be too heavy for just me." Mac's mind was on work, not on the idea that he could very easily be alone with the ghoul one day, on the water with nobody else around them. Thankfully that thought never crossed his mind either, and instead he looked down at the suddenly very suspicious ghoul at his side. Oh. Uh. Whoops. Busted.
"Whaat? No I---" He stopped when she brushed it off herself, giving a small grunt of agreement. Yeah, he wasn't going to marry her. He was going to marry Lizzy! Hopefully. Wait, why was he even thinking about it?! He wasn't even near the end of school! "I'm not up to anything! Eat your sandwich, missy."
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2012 9:34 am
“Oh…that is called getting even.” That was what Shun did, and then things were fine. The ghoul pumped a fist excitedly as Mac agreed to having company when he would start ferrying, and she could just be as pleased as punch for the moment…until she thought Mac was up to something.
The reaper put her sandwich down on her lap and continued to stare at Mac. “First…” Hel started. “You like to mock and run my marriage plans through the mud…” She poked his chest again. “…Now you acknowledge them and even seem a bit…oh…dare I say, optimistic that I will be a wife…” She paused. “…I think you can see why I am suspicious now, for you to have such a quick change of tune, and if you think I will believe that you are up to nothing now, you are wrong, so…” She narrowed her eyes.
“…Tell me or else…”
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 12:11 pm
Mac stared at her as though she had grown a second head that was declaring itself a Hunter.
"Whoa, psycho, hold your eponies!" He raised his hands in defense, which didn't help because he was poked in the chest anyway. "I still hate the idea of Marriage as we are now and I still think you've got a few too many screws loose to want it!" He scoffed; that subject would never get dropped, but then again sometimes it was him bringing it up by accident. "I'm not optimistic, I'm just sayin...now that things are open for you, maybe you'll find someone who wants it as much as you do! I'm sure there's someone out there who wants to marry you." There was a pause, a brief one.
"And it's not me." Just to be clear, really.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 12:25 pm
Hel just laughed. Maybe she was amused he called her psycho and told her to hold the eponies, and that she had some loose screws. “Oh, you think so, huh?” She finished the meat and vegetables in her sandwich, and then tossed what was left of the bread into the lake for the fish minis to nibble at. “Well…you know what, Mac?” Hel started, looking over at the boil with a bit of a grin. “I do not care anymore.” About marriage. Well…maybe that wasn’t necessarily true…but she sure just wasn’t feeling it anymore. The subject left a bad taste in her mouth, and she couldn’t associate anything good with it right now.
“So there. Now tell me what you are plotting, or I will molest you.” Her grin widened. “Do not try me, either. You know I will do it and like it.”
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 12:33 pm
"...Fan...Fantastic." Mac grumbled sarcastically, his nose wrinkling slightly as she started to spew her little threat. Molest him? She wouldn't! Then again, she was right. He knew her, and she did always keep her word. Now that the idea was there he couldn't help but look at her - really look at her - and he noticed the low cut top, the way the marks he had left on her were fading.
Part of him wanted to change that, but thanks to Hel there was a louder part that just had to say Lizzy. His eyes shot back to her face, frowning as he usually did.
"I'm not plotting anything that concerns you~" He clarified, but it was clear he was putting himself on guard, just in case.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 12:39 pm
The reaper cackled, and the answer wasn’t satisfying enough for her, so to make her point, a hand came up and rested comfortably on Mac’s shoulder.
“Oh ya? Well, if it does not concern me, when you should be able to tell me all about it!” How did that make sense? Hel was twisting the logic here, obviously. She didn’t miss the way his eyes shot back to hers, and the look on her face was simply smug.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 8:15 am
Mac eyed the hand on his shoulder with all the suspicion he could muster. He was onto you, Hel. You and your little games. Frankly, he wasn't going to play! Yet he didn't move to brush off the touch. He just seemed to grump even further, getting irritated by her insisting...and perhaps a little by the way she threatened him so easily. That wasn't fair.
"It's none of your jackin' business, I don't have to tell you anything." He insisted, stubbornly.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 9:30 am
Hel eyed Mac for a long moment, surprisingly not deterred by his stubbornness. She knew how hard headed he could be. He was like her in that aspect…and if he wasn’t going to say, he wasn’t going to say. She wouldn’t have either.
“Mmm alright! You are right, again, you do not have to tell me anything.” She replied, grinning a bit as she patted his shoulder and then grabbed a bottle of soda, popping the top open before taking a drink, resting her elbow on his shoulder now. “You remember this conversation when I have plans in the future and I will not tell you a thing.”
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 1:54 pm
"Why do you always insist on being a stubborn brat?" Mac scoffed at her, glancing down at the pop as if it were out to get him. Of course his gaze naturally wandered; the way her elbow was on him did bring certain aspects of hers pretty damn close to his attention. Stupid Hel and her stupid assets and her stupid...everything.
"So long as they aren't plans involving me, I won't give a damn what you do." Which was a lie, but for all intents and purposes? He would pretend it was the truth. With one last look, he gave a snort and purposely looked away, paying attention to something way downstream.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 3:04 pm
“That is the pot calling the kettle black, I will have you know.” Hel bantered, grinning still. “I do not know many not stubborn brats who will scale three story windows just to get into a room…” She paused. “…That is still rather impressive, I will give you that.” Hel mused, and turned a bit, pressing against his arm as she rested her chin on his shoulder.
“Oh? You do not, huh?” She smirked. “Well, whether they involve you or not is for me to know and for you to maybe find out.” The reaper thought it was funny that Mac was looking away from her, and after a moment she placed her bottle of soda down and reached up to fuss with some of the curls of his hair. “Ch-ch-ch-chia.” Hel snorted softly, and seemed to be thinking. She had more she wanted to say, things she wanted to ask…but bringing them up out of the blue seemed…off? Oh well.
“…Can I tell you something?” She paused, and though she had asked, she was going to do it anyways, so she didn’t wait for him to reply. “It feels like…no one is ever around when you do something good…no one praises you for doing something good…but the moment you ******** up…they are there to point a finger at you and reprimand you…I do not like that.” Her brows furrowed. “So you know what? I think you are doing an excellent job with the reaper gardens, Mac. They are delightfully dreadful…and I do enjoy spending time down there.” The ghoul uttered in earnest.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 9:11 pm
"To be fair, if I hadn't you'd've gotten some kinda mold disease." And not the sex-type mold, either. The other, more core-harming mold. "You weren't gonna take care of yourself, so I was caring for your sorry a**." Her nice a**, too. That was the night he'd first seen her naked, but there had been the whole weak and sick aspect to it; he couldn't - and didn't - appreciate it until the night of their mistake. In his mind, he didn't really see her until that night.
He made a strange noise at her toying and tease, about to start a handslap war when she asked her question. His hands were raised to start it, but they were left suspended where they were while he gazed over them, looking baffled. "Uhh...sure?" She had started talking anyway, and his hands lowered so he could listen to her.
"Er...that's 'cause I don't do good things?" He murmured, one hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. What she was telling him was sweet, it was nice to hear however unfounded it was. It did seem to him that everyone focused on the bad, but even he had to admit that he did very little in the way of good deeds. He couldn't blame them really, but he did. Often.
"Ah...Thanks, Hel. But I'm not the only one taking care of them." Why he wasn't taking the credit was beyond him; perhaps years of being in the wrong stopped him from being himself when someone was finally on his side. Who knew, really. "But...Thanks."
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