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 Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 6:28 pm
The thing about America Jones was that while she would acknowledge any failure she felt, it was always the victories she held on to. So she held up a finger, "Firstly, that a*****e said we had a mission that we were likely to fail. Not that we did fail, and I don't doubt he be shouting that to the heaven if he could." Another finger, "Secondly, some heap big horseman fellow apparently got turned into a weapon. The nerds in Life have been so giddy over that s**t even I've heard about it, and they usually give me a pretty wide berth."
Her grin turned a bit wry at that last, but it didn't keep her from holding up a third finger, "Next, we're alive. Most of us are alive. And that's ******** amazing given the mission reports I've seen, ******** entire units of Moon and Sun just wiped out in a matter of hours. We held, our camp held, and there were losses and hardships, yeah. But for the most part? Battered but fine. A lot of folks have worse during a spar or a division meeting."
She held up a fourth finger, "I don't know how much it counts but, it feels important anyway. But I got to fight an enemy. Not just some mindless monster that's just too big n'ugly to be allowed about, but a being that isn't human and would ******** over the people I care about given half a chance, and it's just a relief, you know? To have an enemy that isn't also a human who I'm supposed to work with everyday."
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 6:46 pm
"Really?" A horsemen into a weapon? That was pretty badass. He could take that as a win. That was serious s**t.
Ugh, mission reports. Otto hadn't filled his yet. He had trouble unblocking his experiences from his immediate consciousness.
Otto had not seen Rin die. Only heard about it on Twitter, just like another death he'd not seen in the past. It had hit hard, of course. He didn't know Rin as well as others, but he knew her well enough. They'd had their silly sandwich war. They'd shared a trauma together. He'd make light fun at her missing arm. But now? Now she was another friend, dead and buried.
"By monster, and human, you don't mean He who shall not be named, do you?" Otto asked, furrowing his brows. "Or I guess there's a ton of skeevy hunters who fit the profile."
"Yeah but, Medea.. That was just insane. How do you keep yourself from feelin' like an insect after seeing what she did?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 8:06 pm
Mouth pressing into a line, not at him but at the memory of it, America explained flatly, "Caelius tried to execute me. Not for show or to set an example, there was only one other witness and he was probably gonna die soon enough anyway. He'd severed my bond with Stryker, completely like it was nothing, leaving me human as can be with that scythe of his coming toward my neck. Allan saved me, called in a favour or something. But I'd been as good as dead and for no particular reason anybody would explain. If I was gonna live my life feeling small because people were stronger than me and willing to use that power? It'd have started then. Medea, she's like Caelius with like what? Thousands of years more experience, but she's crazy as ******** and probably just as shitty a leader as him too."
The girl shrugged, "Let them be powerful and have their wars and struggles. We can be powerful in our own way, you know? In better ways. When that...whatever mojo, becoming an Ancient? I became Change. And it wasn't through like, ******** people's heads over and beating the s**t out of them or turning into giant monsters, ok? It wasn't even because I had the power of a hunter, it's because I did normal, reasonable s**t to make our lives better. And like, I know that I probably won't become some kind of god, but I can do those things. Anybody can those things and change entire lives beyond just one shitty battle and that's powerful as ********>
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 8:24 pm
Caelous being unreasonable was a plague the island faced day to day. Otto tried to convince himself many times that he did it for good reason. That maybe they really all were incompetent, that maybe he saw a bigger picture that was shielded to the rest of them. That years of incompetent trainees tried his patience. But really? Caelius really was a s**t leader. He worked well as his own private force, not as a guiding force.
"Change, huh?" It figured America would be something inspiring and progressive. It spoke wonders. "It suits you. Damn.. you're powerful in words alone. You could give motivational speeches." He scratched the bridge of his nose, eyes averting her passionate and determined gaze, feeling overpowered in her presence alone. He felt silly admitting these things aloud.
"It's gotta be great to be that confident. I didn't get anything so positive out of that whole mission. I was a.. get this..." He made a 'rainbow' gesture with his working arm, "Ancient of Suffering. I think that means I might need some serious therapy if that's all I amount myself to." Speaking out negatively was about as helpful and attractive as a pile of dung. Otto knew this, yet he'd done it anyway.
He stopped himself by taking a large bite from the sandwich. No talking for Otto. Banned.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 12:43 am
She preened a bit at Otto's words but settled down as he described his own turn around the let's be godlike block. Making a commiserating face, she replied, "Well that's a s**t way to put it. I wouldn't ******** call you that. Like yeah, you've suffered a lot of s**t, but more importantly you endured it. You've ******** survived." Taking an aggressive bite her of her sandwich, America aggressively began to chew, obviously angry on his behalf for some reason.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 10:27 am
"I guess." Maybe he should have felt flattered that America was up in arms over his title. Supposed title. He had to wonder if it was his own subconscious that had come up with it, though. He'd gone through a terrible ordeal in the black labyrinth that had dwindled his self confidence. It likely did damage unseen. "You don't gotta get all huffy, yanno. Unless you're jealous of my amazing title of Godliness." All the sass.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 12:31 pm
America considered it and then nodded with a shurg, "Maybe the glasses, they're rad as ******** class="quote"> bittiface
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 12:34 pm
"Hell yeah they are." He replied as fact, taking a triumphant bite of his sandwich. "They got like, Night Vision."
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