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 Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 4:31 pm
"Bullroar." Mac rolled his eyes at her comment. Fragile like glass, right. "And I'm Mot." He shook his head, then headbutted her for no good reason other than he could before rolling off of her and his bed, clambering to his feet and straightening out his t-shirt.
"Why the batting cages? Haven't you had enough of smashing things already?" Well, she looked like she had been on the receiving end, but that was fine. "And by that, I mean you already look battered." Lame joke was lame, but at least he wasn't laughing at it. As he spoke he threw on his scarf and coat, and eventually slipped into his boots and grabbed his hat.
"Come on Brat, let's go before I change my mind." He grumped, opening the door for her.
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 4:57 pm
At that comment, Hel just laughed harder…because Mac and Mot were night and day. Her laughter ended in an ‘oomph’ as she was head butted, and once she was released she reached out and swatted the reaper across the back of the head before jumping off his bed. Hel couldn’t help but chuckle as he punned, and rocked on her heels. “Do I need a reason? Or are you just scared I am going to whoop your a** with how many hits I get?” She followed after him, and elbowed his stomach on the way out.
Simply because she could.
Hel’s time out was summed up simply. The universe decided that she needed to be beaten more today, and a lot of the balls ended up hitting her instead of the other way around. Sushi was relatively safe…when she wasn’t spearing Mac’s sushi with her chop sticks…and pinching his nose with her chopsticks…
Later that evening, she was still rather energetic as she stepped out onto the dock, staring up at the moon until she reached the end, and she paused, resting her hands on her hips. After a moment she spun on her heel, and turned to face the boil. “Neh, Mac? I have been wondering…what is the whole deal with your aunt and uncle…are your parents not involved?”
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2013 6:24 pm
"I'd like to see you try." Mac growled out as a challenge, before storming off to their impromptu date. How both of them survived the cages and dinner was beyond him, but they somehow managed, which left them at the docks in the night. It was a lovely sight, quiet as always, and he was at complete ease; he loved this time of day, in this spot. Having Hel there was often a double-edged sword, but so far so good.
She was in danger of ruining it though, as her question made his dark eyes narrow.
"Define 'not involved'." He said simply, sliding his hands into his coat pockets.
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2013 6:39 pm
Hel grimaced at the tone and look. Oh boy. She was off to a good start, huh? She had a lot she wanted to talk about tonight too…and if he was in a bad mood already…this didn’t bode well.
The ghoul raised her hands off of her hips, and waved them a bit, as if she was trying to show she didn’t mean anything by it. “I dunno…I do not really know much when it comes to your family…I was just curious. It is fine if you do not want to talk about it.”
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2013 6:51 pm
"I'm not mad at you, I just hate them." He explained when she got defensive, frowning even further at the turn things had taken. "My FEAR Parents are alive and well, but they didn't have myself or my sister out of love...more out of status? I guess they thought being seen as the 'family' sort was a good career move." The venom in his voice was clear, but he was also getting it out of the way now as opposed to letting it hang over the pair of them any longer. "My Aunt is my Mother's Sister, but she and my Uncle's FEAR isn't pumpkin-compatible. At first they just had sleep overs with me, but when my sister came along the sleepovers got more and more frequent until one day we both just kind of lived there."
"They're involved enough to b***h that my grades aren't high enough or to remind me that Mot's here and we can't let 'That Woman's b*****d'-" He made air quotes, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "-show us up. Plus enough to send money when we need it, but other than that, no, they're not involved, and ******** them and their high horse." His hand waved dismissively.
"So that's the deal. Happy?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2013 7:01 pm
Well, okay, that made things a bit better. Hel smiled a bit wryly. It was sadly just natural to jump to the idea that people were just mad at her…for good reason most of the time. Not all of the time. She listened intently as he did enlighten her though, and well…yeah. She could see why now. So that was why he was at his Aunt and Uncle’s house.
Hel mused about this for a moment. Feeling closer to other beings who weren’t your FEAR parents. Yeah…she was going through something like that right now…
She shook her head a bit to get out of her musings, and moved back down the dock to stand right next to him. “Well, guy, I would not say I am happy, but I truly do appreciate you sharing.” She reached up and patted his shoulder, before resting her hand on his shoulder. “I suppose when you do graduate…you could hopefully just cut them out entirely?”
It was what she was planning on doing to hers…and they weren’t even assholes like Mac’s.
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2013 12:36 pm
"Guy?" He parrotted, giving her a baffled look. That was a new one. He didn't remember her ever calling him Guy before...Oh well.
"I'm not going to cut them out." The boil's voice was firm and honest; he really had zero intention of cutting them out, despite the fact they weren't involved and far from kind. "If I don't cut them out they won't cut me out, and my Dad's Traditional enough to leave everything to his first born son when he finally decides to croak." Mac grinned almost wickedly; he might not have much in the way of a patient temper, but he was definitely patient when it came to something he wanted, or something he wanted to use against someone. This seemed to be both.
"Why do you ask?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2013 1:00 pm
“Well, Mac…you are very much one, so ya.” She just grinned and shrugged in response. Being all around Halloween for two months…she was bound to pick up some new things. When she thought about it, she did hear ‘guy’ used a lot in the colder, whiter part of Halloween…where there was a bunch of igloos…and the Halloweeners up there really like syrup…hrm.
Hel was rather surprised to hear that Mac wasn’t going to cut ties…but when he explained it, it made sense. “Ah.” Was all she said in understanding, and then she laughed a bit. That was…so…so like him. To be patient and tolerant enough to wait out his father…just to get stuff. Hel was amused. So very amused. “…Ah…well…being the youngest of nine, I will most certainly not be getting anything…not that I want anything, anyways…” Hel trailed off for a moment. “…Why do I ask?” She echoed. “...Curious?” She offered. “I mean…as much as I do know about you, there is a lot I still do not, and I like learning new things…and I did just come to the conclusion that I never care to return home for the rest of my existence…or if I never see or speak to any of my sisters or parents again.” Hel announced this cheerfully as if she was conversing about the weather.
She patted Mac’s back, and then pointed at the boat. “So are we going or not? Or if you just want to sit on the dock, yanno, I am fine with that too.”
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2013 6:11 pm
"Nine? You have eight sisters? Jack, Hel! No wonder you're..." He paused, made a face, and just gestured to all of her. What she had to say next more or less blindsided him, and he tilted his head, staring at if that would help him figure out what was going on. "Why, though? Is your home really that bad?" His dark eyes followed the line of her arm towards his boat, and back again. "Oh...uhh...sure? Keep talking, though." Heavy footfalls made it closer to his boat, followed by the telling gush of displaced water as he climbed in, getting ready but still definitely listening to her.
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2013 6:43 pm
Mac made a face, Hel made a face. There were many faces to be had. She was pretty certain she had told him this before…but obviously it was a long a** time ago. Oh well. She couldn’t be mad. He told her to keep talking, for once, and that was really nice, so instead she just grinned, letting out a breath and shook her head a bit. “No wonder I am a ******** mess? Ya.” She paused, thinking.
“Uh…ya…so…eight older sisters uh…Freya is the second eldest, and she has a twin…but oh, that is not the important part.” She waved a hand a bit, and followed after the boil…where she was helpful enough to untie the boat from the dock before she climbed in as well, not needing any assistance. She settled on the seat closest to the bow, and drummed her fingers on her knee in thought. How to give Mac the too-long-didn’t-listen version…
“…Well…they are not bad per say, like yours I mean…when I compare mine to yours…I suppose I am better off? But…” Hel hummed a bit, and ended up flopping on the seat, letting her feet hang off one side of the boat and her hands over the other, staring up at the stars. “…I guess it took its toll in a different way, and to sum it up, it was just a long time of being overshadowed and compared to my other sisters. Nothing I did was ever my own, and I was often overlooked in favor of the elders. I was pretty much raised by Freya, ha!” She chuckled a bit. “I have not been home since before I lost my wings…I have not told them of anything that has happened to me…and they would probably s**t if they saw me now. Heh. But that is the thing…I am not going back. Nor do I care to. I just…do not feel anything for there anymore. I just want to be on my own now. My own things, my own path…Does that answer it for you?”
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 6:34 am
"...A twin?" Mac's hands came to his throat, miming choking himself to death. Anything to not acknowledge there was a genetic copy of Freya running around somewhere. He stopped when he heard her join him in the boat, where he had to pause and brace a hand on the ledge to keep his balance, so there was less of a risk of capsizing so soon. She settled down and he summoned his oar, using it to push away from the docks, letting them drift away for now.
"Well, maybe you should go see them, if only because none of your Sisters survived what you have." He mused with a dark chuckle, always keen on giving a large SCREW YOU to Parental Figures. "I see, I see. Well, I can't blame you. Do whatever makes you happy~" He mused with a shrug, finally dipping his oar into the water, starting to get them moving.
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 7:01 am
“Ya…a twin. If you thought Freya was bad…multiply it. That is her twin.” She snickered. “Her name is Fulla…aaaaaand we like to say that it is probably a good thing her last name is not ‘Dix’.” She snickered again, and then drummed her fingers on her stomach. “….Naaah.” Hel replied. “…Sadly there would be no great satisfaction in going back and saying ‘look at me’! I was able to get my hands on my dowry…that was all that was really worth anything.”
She hummed at the ‘do whatever makes you happy’. Oh really? You might regret those words, Guy. For the time being, Hel fell silent, staring up at the stars, thinking.
Really.
It was never a good thing when she did.
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Posted: Wed Apr 03, 2013 5:57 pm
Mac snorted, then burst into full out laughter as he connected the dots between Fulla and Dix. It took him a moment to calm down, and luckily he had something to focus on to help the process go by a little faster: rowing. It was hard to row when you were double over in a fit of laughter. "Too bad, I think that'd be hilarious to watch." A few moments later, he realized she hadn't said anything more...in a while.
"Did you die? You're too quiet. What are you up to? Spit it out, Valkyrie." The Reaper frowned, nudging her with her foot when he had the chance.
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Posted: Wed Apr 03, 2013 6:30 pm
Even off in her thoughts, the sound of Mac doubled over laughing carrying over to her ears was nice, and her lips couldn’t help but pull up into a smile. Why couldn’t this just go on forever? That’d be nice. This night, just never ending.
Hel made a non-committal sound when he called out to her, that sound a child makes when they’re trying to fool their parent into thinking they’re listening…but really not. The nudge jolted her though, and she turned her head back towards him, and stuck her tongue out at him. “Oh my Jack! I swear more often than not you are telling me to shut up, and now I am being too quiet?” She reached out and swatted his leg. “Make up your mind!” She huffed, and leaned back on the seat, throwing her arms back above her head. “Asshat.”
She fell silent again though, and her brows furrowed. Her chest felt tight with what she did want to say…and she honestly wasn’t sure what would happen. But as was the Hel way…she’d leap head first and deal with the consequences after.
“…I am one examination away from graduating.” She announced. “…When the graduation exams are finally available…and barring anything that might keep me here…I am going to leave Amity.”
Did it matter? Was it a big deal? Maybe she was getting anxious over nothing. Maybe it wouldn't matter.
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 5:42 pm
"I tell you to shut up when you're bothering me." Mac said in his defence, rolling his eyes at her oh-so-mature gestures. "But when you insist on bothering me all day, bully me into a boat ride, and then go quiet? That's cause for suspicion." He moved his leg as she swatted at him, but the tail end did ruffle his pant leg, once more rolling his eyes as she called him an asshat. What else was new, really? This was every day banter, though usually it ended different. Usually she started talking again, not lapsed back into worrysome silence.
"Congratulations." He said quietly to her news, really unsure what to make of this particular piece of information. She was leaving Amity as soon as she could? "...Why?"
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