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 Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 1:59 pm
Mark tossed the current signups into a giant pile that looked suspiciously like a discard pile while Zoe (the Moon Assistant) seemed absolutely pleased, a very thin black-lipstick smile stretching to the corners of her face at the sight of Lex especially.
The Death Assistant went back to doing more important things like reminding Rep defiling his poor stump virginity on Deus twitter. "Let me know if there's like, actually any hot girls signing up. Like hot and sexy ones."
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 2:00 pm
There was a petite girl standing next to Solia, smiling brightly. "Waifu, I am so ready! Oh you bring a camera too, so professional I love you!"A warm hug was given. "I am gonna take some for my collection, is that okay?" She winked to her dearest waifu. "For science right?"
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 2:01 pm
Not up to much she was eager to snatch up and read the text that came in, however a little skeptical of where exactly Harl's wanted to meet. Shooting off a text she bounced out of her room, forgetting her signature pigtails in favor of free flowing hair. Though she did grab a swimsuit just in case this had anything to do with the other text she had previously gotten. Quote: Text to Harland
..Isn't that where the other text said to go, what are you up to Harls? I'm on my way!
Moments later and she was there, creeping up behind Harland and yelling, "FREEZE COWBOY!" A finger gun sticking promptly at his back.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 2:08 pm
Chel gave Evan a peck on the cheek for showing up. "Me? Up there? I would sweep the competition, but there's a MUCH better view down here." She nudged his arm and added, "Plus I just couldn't stand bein' so far from you."
When Finn joined she gestured, "Boys boys, there's more than enough of me for everyone AFTER the show."
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 2:09 pm
Yes, armed with (fake) glasses, they were ready for their mission... that was more just them wanting pictures of guys in glasses. Cute ones. "Of course! I plan on putting these up on the net you know- let everyone see the cute and sexiness that is true megane status." A wink Solia undid the lens cap. "I'll even take a few good shots to help with your collection of course. Now lets get started- For science!"
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 2:09 pm
Harland shot off another text to Alistaire while he waited for Lilac:Text to My Heart If you want to find out, you should come to the training fields in a bit.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 2:13 pm
Ripley arrived just in time to hear the tail end of Solia's offer to someone named Waifu, and all it took was a glance into the box to understand what was going on. The trainee looked on thoughtfully, surveying the crowd - and spotting poor, poor Oliver in the background in the process, so naturally he paused to watch his friend terrorize the poor skittish trainee for a few seconds - and then eventually turned on his heel to leave.
But not after sneaking one of the glasses from Solia's box.
Now, he moved through the crowd to fall into step beside Lex. He didn't know the Hunter, and had never really met him up until this point, but he recognized the man from one of his many visits to the infirmary which was just as good, for him.
"Try wearing these. It might help." He was entirely aware that he was being very out-of-the-blue, but the lack of expression on his face suggested he likely didn't quite care. Instead, he held out a pair of (stolen) glasses to Lex, as if he expected the other man to take them.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 2:14 pm
Intrigued but knowing better to trust anything on Deus (and who was Lilac?), Shiloh sent a message back to Harland. Face your demons Text to: HarlandWhat's up? Another tourney or something? And, as mother ducks were wont to do, he texted Ian, whom he'd left only to gather some of his things. kuroopu Text to: IanThere's apparently something going down at the training fields, fancy a walk? kuroopu Text to: IanI'll be walking. You're sitting. Doctor's orders.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 2:20 pm
Gale was right behind Mark.
"No."
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 2:21 pm
sammpai Text to ShilohIn a manner of speaking. If I told you what it was, you might be skeptical.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 2:24 pm
Mark looked confused. "No what? If you mean the miniskirts, bro, you haven't even trained my perfect army of killer dolphins. You're disappointing me, disappointing the man." He gestured to himself, the shutter shades nearly sliding off his nose. This new image was doing nothing for him.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 2:45 pm
Alistaire did not bother responding to Harland's text, instead sliding on his coat, pocketing the phone, and making his way to the training fields where he found a great many people gathered and not nearly enough answers as to what the hell was going on. His mind immediately began its internal cycle because too many people too many people what was Harland thinking -
He also arrived just in time to see Harland's familiar arms go around a small, pale faced girl, lifting her off her feet and spinning her around in a circle. The smile on his freckled face was wide, and Alistaire slowed his steps, a frown tugging at his lips, his gloved hands tucked into the pockets of his coat. He did not recognize the girl, but that smile...
When he stopped beside Harland, Alistaire gave no greeting at all at first except a flicker of his eyes towards the light haired girl before he glanced at Harland, one brow arched. Alistaire was dressed as impeccably as ever; dress slacks, dress shirt, tie, and all, and most likely looked as out of place as a violin at a rock concert.
"What's this all about now?" he asked lightly. "Causing trouble again, Mr. Belle?"---------------------------------------------------------------- Ian did not appreciate the sitting down comment.Quote: Text to Shiloh:I hate this stupid wheelchair. One more day and then I can get out of it, right? Quote: Text to Shiloh:But if it means I get to see your gorgeous face, then of course. ---------------------------------------------------------------- "Where in the bloody hell am I supposed to get dolphins," Gale said, giving Mark an exasperated look. "This isn't exactly Sea World, I can't just go and get a dolphin from wh - no, wait, why am I even having this conversation."
A pause.
"Is that what you're calling yourself now?"
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 2:55 pm
Locking arms around Harland her hair and dress spun with the circle, laughter sounding distorted with the wind it made. "Me? You're one to talk, charmer!" On a chuckle she adjusted to being on the ground again and grabbed the clipboard in the hand not holding her swimsuit. "What is it? Who's Mark?" She felt like she should know the later as her eyes ran over the paper. Really, did he really.
A sock to Harlands arm and she was pulling a pen out to scribble some of the writing out, a brief smile given to the man who had appeared and apparently knew Harland. "Harls is only the good kind of trouble I assure you." However a greeting beyond that was put on hold due to Harls urgent tone, instead she quietly corrected the form. "This really isn't my thing you know, but I take it, you aren't serious and will accept your challenge, sir! Gimmie a second then!" She smirked up to her friend and moved to turn the clipboard in to who she assumed was Mark, giving the man a wave before flipping her long hair and trailing back off to Harland's opposite side, waiting expectantly for an introduction from her friend.
NAME: Lilac Larkspur
SEXINESS: 10
SMARTNESS: 1 4
YOUR TALENT: Soap animals and being cute
THINGS YOU LIKE: My long, shiny hair. Whiskey. Boys. Cats. Beaches. Soap. Smelling pretty.
YOUR PORN STAR NAME: Lilibuns
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 3:11 pm
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 3:14 pm
Harland laughed and pointed at Mark, "Drop it off with him, Death Division like me," Harland told Lilac.
No matter how many times he saw Alistaire, he never quite got over it. He was always so well-presented, so meticulous. Admirable. Harland felt his heart swell with affection when Alistaire approached. His smile only broadened, and he tapped two fingers to his bottom lip, his smile turning a little wicked again. The one just for Alistaire. "Do you want me to?" he asked Alistiare, waiting until Lilac'd gone to drop her form off to wink at him, laughing.
"I missed you," he whispered quickly, the wicked smile dropping for a second, to one of his radiant and affectionate smiles. The tender one that he knew he couldn't let anyone else see. Keeping an eye out for the return of his dear friend. Timed perfectly, Harland asked aloud: "Hey, ye don't have a tie I could borrow, do ye?"
"Alistaire, mo chroi, meet Lilac Larkspur. Th' both of ye are the most important people in my life 'n all at the moment; my apologies for havin' taken so long t' introduce you both," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
He was red in the face again, actually sorry this meeting had taken so long. "Alistaire, me 'n Lilac are goin' t' compete to be Miss Deus, hence what I asked ye about the, ah, the... d word?" Harland asked, looking really confused. He was going to feign ignorance. A lot of ignorance. He got this sort of glazed look on his face like he was thinking oh god why me.
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