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 Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 5:06 pm
"I knew I could count on you, my faithful padawan." Mark patted Otto for good measure, somehow no longer on his desk and next to him. He handed over his written sheet of paper. "Okay, grab these three supplies and like, find me back in the cafeteria. We're going to do science. For the greater good, of course."
The Death Hunter got a small shove to the door. "Eyes on the prize my man, eyes on the prize."
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 5:09 pm
Otto obliged, begrudgingly. Cursing Mark under his breath and thinking over his life choices, Otto collected all of the necessary bottles off of Mark's list. Honestly, this felt like it would all end badly.
The blonde arrived at the cafeteria, looking around cautiously for Mark. "Jedi Nerd? Where you at?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 5:32 pm
"Psst!"
Mark appeared from a half open broom closet, looking warily around. He was holding some sort of strange oversized blow torch, which he put down. The Death assistant shuffled over, opened the closet underneath the water tap and took out a wrench. "You got any Runes on you?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 5:35 pm
Oh no. As if Mark couldn't look any shadier. Otto truly was minion to a madman. But not even a cool madman. Just a mad man. "Did you ********' ask for runes? No. You asked for weird a** bottles of nonsense, so that's what you got. Unless ya want a burnt out Runic Torch, yer s**t outta luck." Otto held out the box of unknown bottles of liquids for Mark.
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 11:54 pm
"Well then, gimme your torch." Mark unscrewed one of the drainage pipe pieces and then took out a cylinder from inside his pocket. He tested the size of the cylinder, making sure it fit perfectly into the pipe before he took the cylinder out again and uncorked the top. He absent-mindedly grabbed the first bottle clearly labeled with a Biohazard: Highly poisonous sign and began to fill the cylinder with the contents before moving to the second bottle. A pause. "Dude, you brought the wrong one. I said Joy number 67 and you brought 76. Go back and get me the right one man, or this- this could all blow up on us and stuff. You would totally like, not want that on your conscience. Oh, and bring me some more Runes."
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 3:30 pm
Poison... oh no. Otto was helping Mark kill the island. Or give them bad tummy aches. Otto gave Mark a look of grudging annoyance, slowly turning to find Mark the 'proper' ingredients. Runes and Joy 67? Why Joy? Didn't that make people happy? He wanted Kat miserable. Unless this was to make Kat less psychotic... He returned later with what he hoped were the right ingredients, scared to see what else Mark had done while he was gone. "Also, dude, you can like.. take full credit for this whole operation. Leave my name out."
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Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 12:06 am
The cannister Mark was holding was now radiating a sickly bright green light. The Death assistant looked up from his work, pulled up his goggles and beamed. "Awesome, just what I need!" He rubbed his now gloved fingers together. "Let's do this, uniting together to defeat the forces of darkness with my genius and well, my genius." It was a good thing Mark was really taking to heart that taking all the credit stuff and all.
A few seconds and a quarter empty bottle later, the Death assistant had cleverly assembled everything back. He gestured towards the sink. "Now, whenever anyone like, tries to make any coffee, this water will be contaminated with anti-evil rays. They only poison those of greatest evil and is pretty much harmless to everbody else. Here, try it!" Mark poured a styrofoam cup of slightly radioactive water for Otto.
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 8:14 pm
Otto stared wide eyed at Mark and the offered drink. "No, you."
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 7:19 pm
"It'll be fine," said Mark, leaning over to help the reluctant other. "Here, let me- oops-"
-Hiss went the cup as the Death assistant accidentally split it all over Otto's shirt. It smoked and radiated a bright green for a second but thankfully didn't hurt or smell. After a while, the hissing and smoking stopped.
"Huh." Mark stared, and then stared. "Well, the good news is you're not evil." He shuffled a little closer to examine Otto.
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 7:23 pm
Otto hissed, glaring at Mark after having had mystery juice splashed all over his shirt. "Not evil. Good to know. If that s**t stains my favourite shirt, yer gunna pay for it!" Otto grumbled, leaning back and away as Mark got closer. "You seriously want people to swallow this s**t?" It hissed and smoked, but didn't burn. It was worrying all the same. Maybe it really would do what Mark thought it would... "Greater Good.." He mumbled.
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 7:43 pm
Mark got a little uncomfortably close. And then reached one hand out to inspect Otto's shirt. "Well, it doesn't seem like, it's like, evil and stuff," he muttered absentmindedly, now clearly going for shirt inspecting to patting down Otto's chest, "But you're clearly not evil. I mean like, if I was homo and stuff and totally into dudes you'd be like the combination of Han Solo and Steve Rogers, but I'm totally not like, homo or anything." He scooted a little closer. "So like, how do you feel like, you and me, tag teaming some secret missions in tandem." Winky winky. "But no homo."
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 7:47 pm
Woah there, cowboy. Mark was getting uncomfortably close. If the smell wasn't bad enough, the mere fact it was Mark and a dude was making Otto sick to his stomach. "Uh... n-no..." The teen tried to pry Mark's hands off his chest, "I'm more like... work solo. Yeah. So uh, thanks but no thanks, man. S'cool..." He made more of an effort to make his way away from the Death assistant now. Why was Mark suddenly so touchy feely? Was he lonely cause of his gross smell and gross hair and stuff? Was he attracted to dirty clothes?
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 7:53 pm
Mark sighed deeply, and then suddenly paused, moving away from Otto to spray himself head to toe with Axe Chocolate Body Spray. He wasn't too sure if this was doing any good, how could he be worth someone as suave as Otto - but no homo okay - so he coated himself with another noxious layer of the chemical that really should have been banned from all humanity.
At this point, thankfully, the cafeteria doors swung wide open, as two of the assigned kitchen helpers - both Moon Hunters - paused whatever they were doing, and stared at the two perpetrators inside the kitchen.
Without another word, both of them suddenly went for the kill, lunging towards Otto to caress him gently. Each of them had one of Otto's arms. One of them had one of Otto's arms in between her cleavage. The other had her hands firmly wrapped around his left bicep, and both were making cooing noises while Mark in the background continue to spray himself copiously with Axe body spray.
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 8:00 pm
Otto curled his lip, the wonderful aroma of Axe and chocolate tainted by the oppressive smell of Mark. Why was he going through trouble to smell good now of all times? Otto's attention was turned to the doors as the Moon assistants entered, giving them both a narrow gaze of judgement as he was prone to do with strangers. However, his glaring turned to sick surprise. He was being mauled with.. with... what was this? Why was he being doted and fondled and--- oh sweet lord, his arm was on a woman's cleavage. He hadn't seen that much action since his Louisiana days. "Woah woah woah woah!" Otto objected, his icy gaze flicking from one hunter to another. "What the ******** are ya'll doin'? Mark, what the ******** was in that juice!?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 8:10 pm
"I had my eyes on him first!"
"No, back off b***h, I did!"
And then, in the background noise of Mark still spraying himself with body spray and Otto trying to figure out what just happened, the two Moon Hunters started to spar each other to the death for the rights to be Otto's concubine, which they more than happily announced out loud, regardless of the Death Hunter's actual wishes.
Their fighting got a little overwhelming as doors, tables, and counters were overturned, eventually leading to blasting everyone out of the kitchen into the cafeteria-
- Which was thankfully mostly empty. Mostly. The two Moon Hunters and now one squabbling Death assistant who was more than happy to be Otto's concubine as well if he won, which he totally would with like, his wit and stuff, had blasted one of the cafeteria walls down and were currently fighting in the background outside while screaming things about their future honey and the future babies that they would have, if they could have babies, but since they couldn't (all three of them), they would have to instead adopt three kittens and two dogs and live the rest of their lives out happily from old age.
Congratulations, Otto had just become, thanks to a chemical mixup, the singly most attractive person in all of Deus Ex to girls and guys. OOC OTTO: ISLAND'S MOST ATTRACTIVE GUY:The cafeteria doors open to reveal standing in the center, a luscious image of beauty. Just that single, solitary figure, as they stare at you, is enough for you to imagine them shirtless, their skin gittering, their hair waving gloriously in the non-existant tropical wind as they whisper to you, well, whatever it is you character wants whispered, and beckon to you, and you only. You feel your heart flutter, as it has never have before and you know without rhyme or reason that this is the man you have to marry and adopt two puppies and three kittens with. This is the man you'll spend the rest of your missions with, and share mission reports with, and spend the rest of your lives romping down the beach happily killing mermaids as Insanity titans fall in the background from your duo of love. - Congratulations Otto, anyone who so much as glances at you immediately feels the strongest case of puppy love syndrome at you.
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