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 Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 4:31 pm
"Well, there's no use hesitating about if we've gotten this far," Sam snapped, stepping deliberately in first. "Ladies first." She seemed a little peeved at having her original request ignored as she rolled up her sleeve. "Please do be gentle." A smirk.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 4:31 pm
Thats right isnt it. Ceres said at the mention of a moon, glancing around and noticing...was she really the only moon here?
Good, less people to worry about.
"It will matter in the end because of how we were trained before now." It was the truth. Take away her name, her title, her identity... she was still a moon at heart.
She gave the girl a small smile... before her mouth turned into a 'O' at Gales next words. "Heeeey." She said looking around at him too, placing a hand on his head and MAJORLY ruffling his hair. "And dont you forget it. Big sis has your back." Would he catch the subtle hint?
As the voice returned once more, she frowned again. Wait.
Flesh burning.
Were they going to tattoo them??? First their weapons and now a tattoo. Something that will stick with them for LIFE....forever brand them. ******** hell.
She was so not going first, NOPE.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 4:42 pm
What might have been an actual smile passed across Gale's face, his smoothing his hair back down to look as normal as he could possibly make it under the circumstances.
The smile faded, however, at Oz's next words. The scent of burning flesh was both familiar and just as unpleasant to Gale as it had been back then, and he felt his face pale a little, his fingers closing into a fist at his side.
Jinhai, he though desperately, but of course there was no answer. His mind, for the first time in a very long time, was entirely filled with nothing but his own thoughts.
It was a very strange sensation.
Gale glanced up at Ceres, pressing his lips together in a thin line. He had jumped through the portal, not because he desired this justice rubbish Oz was spouting, but because he was a Death Hunter, through and through. Gathering intel was who he was. Getting the most information he possibly could out of a situation was what he did.
How far was he willing to go for that?
He clenched his teeth, and stepped forward, stripping the glove off of his right hand and tucking it into his pocket. Rolling up the sleeve of his coat, he turned his arm over, wrist face up.
"Fine. I'll do it."
But his other hand reached back, and, cheeks slightly pink, took Ceres' hand as though he needed something to hold on to.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 4:42 pm
Solia looked to Gale, then to Ceres before managing a giggle. "Congrats Ceres! You too Gale!" part of her knew that this might never happen but... she'd be happy. There were always possibilities after all.
Then-
WOAH SON SHE WASN'T INTO INKS. OR BRANDS. THIS WASN'T EVEN THE ORDER WHERE THEY BRANDED YOUR FINGER JESUS ******** to Sam, then Gale, she ducked back and waited to see what he sempais would do.
Her kokoro was ready, but the body was not.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 5:09 pm
Halfway walking up, Sam suddenly stopped, as if she had a change of heart. A slow smile. "Oh, well if Gale is so eager to volunteer, I think he should go first. Ladies first." She kindly stepped out of the way.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 5:14 pm
This was the difference between Death and the other divisions.
Ceres would never know how Gale could be so in to this, so mentally prepared. She really did not want to be branded, but she tried to keep it off her face.
She squeezed his hand back lightly, letting him know she understood and would be there.
Though what she could not excuse, was how ******** bitching Sam was being. Two could play the b***h game, and Sam was really getting Ceres riled. "You know Sam." She called at the other girl, eyelids halfway closed in mock warning. "You should really keep your p***y between your legs and under control, because your cattyness is really becoming old, and ******** fast."
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 5:26 pm
Solia only muttered a very quiet "Ohhhhhh snap."
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 5:32 pm
All seemed fine until the reiteration that there was only 'we'. Mimsy clenched and unclenched a fist, eyeing Lucky to see how he might react. This was not what she agreed to. This was Dwight coaxing her to Deus Ex all over again. She drew in a deep breath and held it a little too long, trapped behind teeth pressed tightly together.
She didn't budge, gaze following the others' movements, until Ceres spoke.
And for the first time, excluding JOY infection or miscellaneous non-consensual intoxication, she laughed sharp and loud, barely stifling it with her palm.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 5:34 pm
Well this was a familiar if high-speed routine. Some idiotic test, a promise of equality in a world where such a thing didn't exist by definition, and a permanent pledge. He was not put much at ease by the burning smell, but he'd done this in worse places, in the midst of broken bottles and the glint of light off of barely concealed firearms, and the pervasive smell of vodka and cigarette ash. And all that for the promise of a few measly paychecks writing code. Those tattoos would stay well and hidden though. But this one... Maybe some thing never changed. If this was the price of finally getting answers, and making things a little more right, and a little less murderous, he'd stand for one more humiliating gesture. At least Sam broke the tension when she pushed forward to be first, saving them the awkwardness of looking too eager. Lucky began to roll up his sleeve in tired resignation while the other hunters bickered among themselves. "Is... not as bad as looking," he tried to assure Solia quietly as she melted into the background and away from the dangerous-looking tool. His fingers tensed a little as he held out his exposed wrist, and ignored the voice in the back of his mind - his own voice - second-guessing, worrying, warning, and whispering that it was not too late to run away from this too.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 6:32 pm
"Oh whoops." The Death Hunter suddenly leaned over as she waited for someone else to pass, "I dropped my earring, crap, where did it go I could have sworn that-"
-WHAM.
It would probably take a second for the Hunters to realize what had happened and a second longer for them to gawk as Sam pulled out a very large plasma gun of a weapon and aimed-
- "BETTER COVER YOUR EARS KIDS-" Her shout was barely heard as the weapon charged and-
- The blast fired true into the tent, collapsing the tent fabric in one fell swoop as it hit home. There was a moment of silence-
- And then everything dissolved into a burst of white light and flames, flames that spread along the ground, through the trees, a roar, voices shouting, chaos-
- As Sam ran into the burning remains of the tent to discover-
No one. The tent was empty. <********." She hit a very cleverly hidden wire in one ear. "Decoy. They caught on now, we gotta move, FAST." The Death Hunter winked at the gaping Hunters, surprisingly calm despite the fire and additional damage. One of the masked rebels, if they could be called so, got a fistful of tiny Death Hunter while the other a blow with the back end of her weapon. Second later, she moved to pick something up from the ground. "So that's where my earring went."
At the same second something else plowed the remaining masked traitors over, something, or rather someone painfully familiar. The Sun lead gripped his sword tightly, determination on his face.
"No, wait!!"
That sound came loudly from a discarded headset on the ground, loud enough for most people nearby to hear. The voice persisted.
- "HOW DID YOU-"
"You might have those powerless at your disposal, but don't forget that everyone else on the island is ours. You can't take what you don't ******** own." It was pretty obvious who that voice on the other side of the speaker system belonged to. "At least you served a purpose. Anyone else who finds this amusing, that perhaps you can do whatever you want, to forget exactly what it means to be a Hunter, you forget you are still entirely powerless and any moment you show any signs of defect then you are useless. There is no room for weakness."
- The microphone screeched a bit, there was more strange static and then an oddly hollow thunk-
- And then the speaker system went silent.
"Good job, big guy." Sam put a hand on Allan's back, not quite able to reach his shoulder, patting it a few times reassuringly, "You helped save the day yayyy." She thumbed her fingers at the remaining Hunters, the trainees who had left for the portal. "These guys were just trying to copycat me, they all thought they were heroes. No real harm, just kids playing games. Let's all go back then."
Allan nodded. "Oh wait!" He looked extremely serious, and without warning-
- Smacked Gale accidentally on the head as he whipped out his free hand and shouted really loud, "YOU WILL HAVE HOPE!"
Thank you Allan, thank you. OOC - If you would like, you can have your character ICLY volunteer before Sam finally bails them out. That literally means they got branded before they got rescued. The branding is a circular black O on some part of their skin (a fist-sized shape). It is a branding of SHAME. Feel free to rp it out before the rescue! - AND THE ARC IS CONCLUDED. EVERYONE RETURNS BACK TO DEUS :C you didn't get to go on vacation after all - Please read the last gm post in this thread and write your conclusions! .
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 6:40 pm
He decided that nothing really hurt as much as getting a burning brand on the skin of your wrist.
It definitely hurt, though less than the time that Caelius had stabbed him with that bloody runic dagger. Also less than that time that fire demon had set him on fire (that had been very unpleasant). But still - it hurt.
And he didn't even have Jinhai to be there inside of his head. So instead, Gale just gripped Ceres's hand tightly, gritted his teeth, and resisted the urge to scream out loud.
Thankfully, afterwards, there was a slight distraction from the overwhelming pain in his arm.
Gale, with the growing sense that they were all just part of some big ploy, dropped to the ground, yanking Ceres with him just as there was a thunderous crash overhead. He yelled for Jinhai internally, heard nothing, swore loudly, and then rolled over, pushing himself back up to his feet and looking around for -
- well, for answers, but really all he got was a smirking Sam, an all-too-familiar and very PMSing Death Lead,, and a smack to the back of his head, courtesy of one shouting Sun Lead.
"BLOODY HELL ALLAN!"
There was more swearing, some stomping, and a now headachey Gale reached for Ceres and Solia, half dragging both of them towards their beautiful, fabulous -
Oops, no, he meant terrible. TERRIBLE AWFUL HORRIBLE NO GOOD VERY BAD LEADERS.
[ exit / edited with gm permish to get branded yup yup ]
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 6:54 pm
Well, didnt Cres now feel like putting her foot in her mouth.
Though she didnt have much time to think really, as Gale yanked her body against the ground with a LOUD thump. "Wha-"
BOOM
Her eyes were open, not really paying attention to much more at the moment.
She pretty much allowed Gale to yank her through the portal, still trying to catch up on what the ******** just happened.
[exit]
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 6:55 pm
A hiss, a burn, she fled behind Gale, whimpering at the pain she'd felt seering across her wrist. She regret it. Already, she regret it.
Yet salvation came, and with it a cover story. Solia just blinked... then followed Gale like the duckling she was.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 9:23 pm
Of course it hurt.
He had chosen not to look, and it spared him the sight of searing flesh but not the faint smell of it. Mixing with the smell of rotting plant matter and exotic flowers, he felt like he was going to be sick. The hot and sticky air was like a thousand tiny needles against the brand. The mark of... a traitor? An idealist? Just an idiot who had stepped out of the safety of crowds and conformity. The back of his hand was burning in a thick circular shape when Sam made her move.
If Gale hit the ground on purpose, Lucky was knocked into it by the blastwave, ears ringing. From there it was much easier to hear Caelius as he summarily executed one last council member. The headset went oddly silent and Lucky stared vacantly toward the white-plasma fire. One less mystery...
Masked hunters kept falling with dull thuds into the earth. Hunters killing hunters. When he finally found his way up again the front of his jacket was plastered in wet leaves and dirt and he was already sticky with sweat. He felt - dazed. Shocked. Oddly far away, as if he was watching a movie and not standing there in his own skin.
He met Sam's gaze for just a moment, but it was piercing enough that all he could do was stutter a small "dziękuję" and follow after them.
Hope. Yeah.... funny, from the way his hand ached he could swear he didn't have any at all now.
[EXIT]
(( yesss suffering BRANDED W/PERMISSION AND ALL THAT ))
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Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2013 7:09 am
Everything dissolved into chaos, tangled with hurried voices and other hunters sweeping Mimsy from one place to the next. Her glasses kept slipping, and it was hard to focus on anything, taking in a flash of white against the blue and fringed green treetops, a puff of sand - maybe dust - thrown into the air by the collapse of the tent, more movement, more shouting.
She felt dizzy, detaching dangerously quickly from reality, and felt that the only thing connecting her to consciousness was the constant sting of her sleeve brushing a blackened ring of skin on her forearm. They'd done it, she realized, connecting the dots past ringing ears and a pulsing ache that bounced between her head and her arm. Whatever they wanted to put on her skin was there, and she was almost grateful that she could only remember that white flash over and over again, the way it looked against the palm trees...
She reached to snatch up a fistful of coat that she hoped belonged to Lucky, pinching the bridge of her nose as she stepped back into Deus.
[exit]
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