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 Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 8:02 pm
"What the ******** ever, man!" Otto bitched, pouting behind the beard of shaving cream, his glare focused on the task in the mirror. He was not a pussycat!
"What'dja do with it anyway? Toss it?" Otto asked, taking off more and more of the blonde whiskers. He'd never considered taking trophies away from his wins. Surely the archer didn't give it back, right? Then again it wasn't like Otto hated the Halloweeners as much as he used to.
Except Hel. That b***h needed to die.
His gaze flicked to Bix at the fuzz now covering his pale face. "Ew, wow, it's... the dumbest looking beard ever without the legnth." Gandalf length was kind of cool if he were old. But this? Like he was a walking petri dish of gross. "Shave that s**t off. You look like a moldy snowball."
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 2:32 pm
"That's what they call me. On the streets. THE MOLDY SNOWBALL." He wince-laughed again and started to finally shave close. Otto had a shorter beard so he was already well on his way to being clean shaven. Bix of course was ******** around... so it took a bit longer.
"Oh I uh... gave it back actually but," Bix shaved a little bit to look like long sideburns. He was experimenting with some looks. "He seems ripe for trying to convert. I was working him over a little. Gave him some comics, gave his hat back, gave him the whole 'we aren't that different' speech."
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 2:39 pm
Bix received a very incredulous look f scorn for the dumb street name.
Otto was about to ream him out for giving it back, mostly to harass him, when he explained what he did. "Seriously?" Otto finished off clearing the beard and started rinsing off his face. "You're damn good at this s**t. I got found out a few minutes into it, and I had no idea what the Hell I was doing when I tried. I suck at that kind of stuff. Gotta wonder what the Hell I'm in Death for sometimes." He had no charisma and no training in the field of spy-dom. He couldn't convince any of those beings to believe anything he said. Not that he wanted to. He only tried once and then gave up.
"I ain't so good at bein' compassionate." The word was emphasized with air quotes.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 3:11 pm
"I don't know about good at it. He seemed really careful about trusting me but he didn't pull his guns, so that's good." Bix decided against side burns and shaved them back to normal. Now he was simply sporting the goatee and pondering if he was a goatee guy or not.
"I can't really think of a good way to... convince anyone. Especially after they'd seen us capturing them and s**t. I mean.. it's like you murder them and then have to battle back into convincing them you aren't murderers.."
He listened to Otto and had an easy time believing the younger hunter's issue. Otto wasn't much of a people person.
"Why don't you transfer to Sun? Allan is cool. He sure as hell isn't Caelius and all you need to do is learn how to be nakama. Or pretend. Oh yeah and smashing things really hard is good too."
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 3:28 pm
"So you lucked out and found a sucker?" Otto asked bluntly, wiping his face dry. Aaaah back to having baby smooth skin. He'd never wish he had a beard again. "Wish I'd been that lucky. I ended up running into the same tiger chic again later in the Haunted House. Started nagging me about being equal or some s**t." He wouldn't admit that some of her argument shook his resolve.
"I know right? What's the deal.. one minute they're lettin' us trample 'em. And now they expect us to do a whole 180?" Otto would much rather just force them to their side the old fashioned way. Even if he did have some issues with the morality of it.
"Allan? He's half the reason I don't wanna transfer to Sun. Then again.." Allan vs Caelius? Yeah. He'd work under the Otaku nutcase over the homicidal maniac. "I dunno. I'll think about it." With that he started shoving things back into the small bag.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 5:14 pm
"I lay the whole mortality thing on them." Bix shaved his chin and left a sole patch for a moment. He was just testing! "You know 'we are just scared because we can die, really die, and you guys make every second of that terrible. we have to fight for it.. you guys don't die, how fair is that?' and then i act like I am nothing without my weapon.. and how she was willing and happy and alive still.. made a choice for her future.. blah blah.."
Bix snorted. "Then I like to ask what their plans for the future are." But Mot had only talked on that briefly. Most of them don't get that far into the conversation or there's no conversation at all.
"Sun's good. We run in and fight. No thinking about information or healing or... whatever. We hit and other people scramble to help us." it was a selfish description but one that may work on Otto. Why was he trying to recruit Otto into sun anyway? MORE TIME TO MESS WITH HIM.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 5:29 pm
"Huh.. that's a damn good angle." Otto did remember a similar point kind of worked when he talked to Willow, although he was not keen on continuing conversing with her the whole time. He'd have to remember that.
Still, making friends was not Otto's field.
"Soooo basically the grunts." Was Otto a grunt? He always liked to think he was better than that, but he'd yet to prove it. "Ugh.. it ain't like many of the so called superiors are easy to talk to about this." He'd definitely never go to Caelius for advice. He'd tried once.
It didn't end well.
"You gunna keep fussin' with that thing or what?" Otto asked, slinging the bag behind his shoulder. "I dunno bout you but I want out of the assless nighty."
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 5:38 pm
"Not a grunt. We have to strategize. Formations. Plans of attack. A good idea about the creatures is good to. You know where to hit them and what to expect. I mean Death can do that too but we get to do the hitting. It's pretty satisfying." Bix knew what it was like to stand up in a battle and call his friends to charge and fight. There was something invigorating about it. Of course he'd practically died a moment later but... well he enjoyed it. The young man who used to be a nerd now found himself to be a bit more of a fighter than he expected.
"Just.. you know.. testing looks out. This isn't so bad. Once I shave it, I will know what my possibilites are. Ya know.. with my own natural beard." Weird and white. "Plus maybe I like the breeze.." he wiggled his bare a** around.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 6:01 pm
After all the hullabaloo Bix was spewing about Sun, he kind of thought maybe it wasn't so bad. Still, the idea was a little worrisome. Even if it wasn't so different from what he already did.
"You looked stupid in all of them." Otto offered helpfully, even if his opinion was genrally negative.
Otto snorted at Bix's words and little dance. "Well you enjoy that breeze, I'm gettin my ********' pants back." The short blonde hussled on out of the bathroom and back to where his clothing awaited him.
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