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 Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 6:54 pm
"Well it is something of a bonus," the doctor drawled from the doorway, looking a fairly bored. "I suppose congratulations are in order."
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 7:00 pm
Harrison looked startled and prickly all at once, like a cat with a dog in the room.
He half-stood, gripping the edge of his chair. And all the danger was back, and Rep was still weak as ********, and Rep said H had reached in right through his ribcage-
"Sir," he growled.
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 7:06 pm
Rep felt the twist of anxiety somewhere down in his stomach, below the mangled mess that was his ribs. But the look he gave H was one of grim resignation, void of terror and fear. He was somewhere beyond being afraid of the man, being afraid of anything, twitter had convinced him people could still buy that he was strong and unrepentant,that he was unbroken and uncowed despite his ordeals. It was bullshit but bullshit was all that mattered if trust no longer did, he could fall back on what had always propped him up, false confidence.
"Congratulations for what?" he said, narrowing his eyes. "Not dying? Getting lucky? The ******** pleasure of your company?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 7:15 pm
"Or maybe your continuing relationship," H answered, making his way slowly to the bed and ignoring Harrison entirely. "Pick any, or all of the above." Nearing Rep, he smiled and gently placed a hand on the hunter's chest. "But mostly on how well the medics did on this. Very impressive and in such a short period of a time." Giving Rep a light pat in the exact spot the same hand had gone through, the doctor straightened and moved back slightly.
"Now, summon your weapon."
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 7:29 pm
Rep gathered up every bit of resolve he had in him to resist the urge to flinch at the pat. His gaze was wide and feral as he stared at H. Summon his weapon. Something was going to happen to Tracey.
He took a slow careful breath, still not in much of a position to really be grateful for the work of the medics. "And if I don't?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 7:30 pm
Harrison stood as H neared.
He couldn't take him, he knew that, but he stayed between H and the bed anyhow, and when H acted like he wasn't there, he waited, tense, on the edge as H inspected the medic's work.
He was a doctor.
It hadn't been his work, but H had done his share of patching. Harrison watched the pat hawkishly, and kept himself from wincing. And when H moved back, Harrison moved to fill the space with the same rigid silence.
When Rep refused to summon his weapon, Harrison summoned his.
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 7:50 pm
The doctor's smile widened, "Oh, I think you're intimately familiar with that answer." His eyes slid to Harrison, "Him I'll simply kill, though." He continued with a small shrug and an oh well, what can you do expression.
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 7:57 pm
It didn't matter how low he thought he'd fallen and how little he had left to lose, Harrison was a weakness and strength that went right to his core. "Then I'll summon it." He gave Harrison a fleeting panicked look, eyeing B0nez briefly and shaking his head as much as he was able.
Please god, or whatever ******** deity is out there. Don't let him get hurt.
Setting down the phone, he held out his right hand and - hoping that there was even space in the room for it at this angle - tried to summon the massive axe.
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 8:06 pm
He was being used.
But Rep shook his head. So Harrison stood down, although he was not any less hunched up into a pitbullish stance. B0nez disappeared back into a flashdrive in his fist.
B0nez, for his part, had pretty much been anticipating a boss battle ever since the whole trial/dead hunters/general tension thing, and was ok with whatever sidequests, although he had about the same feelings for the infirmary as he did for the cafeteria and pod room, which was that none of them had spent very much on their landscape budgets and Harrison spent too much time in places that were not sunset-lit windswept peaks with ancient treasure-filled temples.
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 9:52 pm
The doctor gave Harrison one last, slightly disappointed glance and then watched as Tracey's blades filled the room. The weapon did fit, even if the curtain dividing the room didn't quite survive. "The problem you present us, William," H began as he reached out and placed his hand directly on the axe, "...is that you're useful enough on the battlefield, but can't be trusted well...anywhere else."
A golden a jade light emitted from the doctor's hand, "So cuffing you again isn't a particularly worthwhile measure, as it would mitigate your one useful skill." The light began snaking out across the blades, wrapping them in a constricting embrace. "So to keep you in line outside of missions and keep you relevant within them, a more...sentient sort of measure is needed." The glow faded slightly, revealing Marie's bladed length.
The doctor sighed a bit softly, "It's only temporary, until we design something more suited to your special needs. But for the time being, Marie has agreed to babysit you two." He looked at the whip, expression wistful, "And at least you'll be of some use to her, which is why we're doing it this way instead of letting you wait out the development period in a pod."
While the two weapons could not communicate with one another, Tracey would feel an oppressive presence wrapping around them as Marie settled firmly about the axe with a coldness of mind and a vast hunger tempered by the patience of millenia.
"I wouldn't recommend touching her, by the by, you won't like the result."
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 3:25 am
Rep did flinch when H touched Tracey's blade, the fallen angel hissing in displeasure in his thoughts.
he bristled, fury snarling through his thoughts like cold black steel. Rep didn't move, nor did he submit to the fallen angel's demands. He wasn't sure what H had planned at all, he had expected the cuff, but it seemed even that was off the table.
What followed was one hundred percent worse. Rep had always considered weapons an extension of the soul, fitted exactly around their wielder and what they never knew they needed. As Marie slithered around Tracey's blades, his skin absolutely crawled. It was worse than being touched, worse than anything he could possibly think of.
Tracey was furious, going from irritable and bristly to a flat out screech of anger, hissing in what had to be latin or at least incomprehensible as he felt the other weapon twist about him, feeling too much like him but far far stronger.
Tracey barked, completely livid.
Rep's hand shook as he stared at the twisted, evil looking thing tangled around Tracey. Everything in him wanted to try and pull her off of his weapon, it was awful and deeply, deeply ******** distressing.
"What the ******** is she doing? No! Tracey... hates it. I think you are ******** hurting him. I didn't think you could even ******** hurt weapons." He wasn't sure it was better than being in a pod, it felt wrong in a very primal sort of way. He shook his head and despite how feeble he was, he made an attempt, hands shaking all the while - despite the warnings - to untwist the whip from the handle and end the furious and wild screaming in his thoughts.
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 3:48 am
The doctor sighed again, unimpressed with the drama that was only beginning to unfold for Rep. "Your weapon is not being hurt or damaged. But he will be slightly uncomfortable for quite some time." His expression brightened a little a that, and he opened his mouth to continue explaining the ordeal when Rep went ahead and did the exact thing he'd been warned about. The doctor paused, and the a wide smiles slid across his face.
A moment later and he was exiting the room, leaving Rep without full understanding of what, exactly, Marie's presence would mean.
Even before the white of the doctor's coat was out of view, Rep's vision blanked and then he was no longer in the room. Instead he waited in the dark of the night at the foot of a cold, shadowed presence that towered far above him. It breathed slowly, growing as it did so until even the moon and stars were blocked from sight. It shifted and Rep could feel it's attention catch upon his being and then remain, the weight of it bearing down on him until his knees were forced to give out. Soon his heart was forced to follow the same slow breathing, until it seemed to only beat once a minute...an hour...a single strong, powerful thud surrounded by silence.
Who was he to stand barehanded in Her presence and live?
An offering was expected.
An offering must be made.
In his bed, Rep's eyes remained vacant and staring for only several moments before he blinked and turned his head to look at Harrison, gaze coldly assessing.
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 3:58 am
Harrison's expression turned slowly to horror.
He felt like he was watching some...serious against-the-laws-of-nature mad science bullshit, as the whip constricted itself (was it pulsing?) around the axe.
Babysitting? Like, Marie, and by extension H, would be there with them...all the time? And worse, the violation was ultimately since Harrison couldn't ******** manage it.
But Tracey wasn't broken. He hadn't...killed him?
"But Tracey's still in there? Like, he's gonna be ok-kay...?"
It felt like a deeply stupid question to be asking H, but H answered anyway (not hurt, ok). He watched H go (the smile was creepy as s**t, and with Marie still here, was he really gone?), and after the footsteps disappeared down the hallway, sank into the chair, still shaky with the afterkicks of adrenaline.
Woooooah, B0nez said, not sure whether to be impressed or sorry for Tracey, since the charge block thing sucked, but did they have fuse powers? That could be...pretty ********, man. s**t."
It could have gone...worse...? Right? s**t.
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 4:05 am
Harrison's voice echoed strangely through the darkness soon followed by Rep's own.
"Would you die for me?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 4:07 am
He had no idea where he was as the world turned black, twisted shadowy night unfurling around him where mere moments before there had been the disinfected florescence of the infirmary. But there was no time to panic, no time to act as he realised the shadows weren't a thing but a creature, living and breathing, rising up before him. He fought it, of course he fought, but he could no more resist the weight of control than he could resist gravity. There was only dark and then once again his heart, slow and slowing more and more despite his terror growing exponentially.
He heard Harrison there and for a moment there was relief, like he felt he could go back to him, as if nothing had happened, another mistake that didn't matter.
When he heard his own voice, his heart might as well have stopped on its own.
No.
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