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 Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 9:17 am
A rather grim expression crossed delicate features as she looked down at the key in her cousin's hand. It was good that it didn't actively hurt him, but the news that it effected his hunter perks was worrisome. "And you haven't shown it to anybody else yet?" Well, anyone that might has some idea of what it was or what to do about it. She had to imagine Maebe and Cami knew about it. She looked up, then, to level a an exasperated stare at him. "Why do you have to touch everything?" Not just him, either. What was it with people and touching things they shouldn't touch? How hard was it to keep your hands in your pockets? The stare held for a second or two, then she was dropping her gaze back to the page of notes. None of it made any real sense to her, but that didn't keep her from rereading it a couple of times as the smell of baking lasagna started to fill the room. "What's this," she finally asked, pointing down at the bottom of the page. "Sacrifice your life and others will gain great power." She didn't like the sound of that, not at all.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 10:10 am
Otto shook his head. "I thought I told someone in Life once, but that turned out to be a delusion. Turns out I just walked into a broom closet and stared at the inner wall for about five minutes." The island wide mania had been embarrassing for all those involved. "To be honest I'm worried about asking any higher ups about it." His face might have looked a little guilty from her question. In response he shrugged with a sheepish edge, passive and uncertain. Usually he'd been the one who told others not to touch things. After having bore witness to countless errs of others, perhaps he finally snapped and decided to live on the edge. "That was on a box Mark made me look at. There were runes on it, and that's what the runes said to me." He remembered Mark being evasive as ever about it all. He remembered feeling unsettled. "I thought about probing Mark about it, but... it's Mark." There was no getting straight forward answers from that lush of a man.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 2:43 pm
Peyton made a face, remembering the mass delusions and what she'd believed to have been happening. Upsetting, to be sure. And really, she couldn't say she blamed him for not being eager to share the key thing with the higher ups. They responded to things strangely, and some(Caelius) seemed to veiw them as disposable, not worth saving, but... "What if it's dangerous? What if it's hurting you from the inside out, but it's so subtle not even your weapon can feel it?" She bit her lip, gaze turning towards the oven. "I'll go with you, if you want. To see what they say. You know I wouldn't let anything happen to you." The timer went off, and the smaller blonde was on her feet, headed for a drawer and the oven mitts that lay inside. "As for the box thing, I think I'd be chasing after Mark, demanding some kind of answer, even if it's that he doesn't know. Just, something, you know?" The oven opened, and she reached in to pull the pan out, setting it on the stove top. And it looked delicious. Peyton could cook, maybe not an astounding number of things, but what she knew how to make, she made well. The sauce was bubbly, the cheese was crisped on the edges, and the whole thing smelled amazing.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 3:00 pm
Otto tried to get a handle on what Peyton was trying to communicate. The only one alarmed that something might be hurting him was Tenya. Otto himself was only worried about why he didn't care if it did or not. He had taken the key upon himself to feel like he was meant for something greater. If that turned out to be true, then what did it matter if it hurt him? The only shame he felt was the selfish nature of that wish, and the strain it put on his weapon. Tenya herself wanted nothing more than to see Otto happy and fulfilled, but felt slighted in that her own needs were a notch down from his own. After all, she was just a tool, she supposed. It was those dark feelings that just fuelled the guilt Otto felt and fanned the flames of his self hatred. He hadn't answered Peyton, lost in his thoughts. As such he was mildly startled by the timer going off. He'd flinched and looked up, watching his cousin take out the delicious smelling dinner. He was getting pretty hungry now that he could see it. "What if he doesn't even remember? I mean... it was a while ago." He felt in no mood to argue and make points with that man. Mark always seemed to only be looking out for his wallet. Otto was not willing to use his own hard earned income to get at information. "I don't even know what that box was. Ain't seen it since. Mark pulled it outta nowhere."
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2014 4:44 pm
To that Peyton could only shrug, looking a little helpless as she grabbed a small stack of dishes from one of the cabinets before going for a knife and spatula. "I dunno. I guess, if he forgot that's sort of the end, unless you think someone else might know about it?" At this point the shorter blonde was grasping at straws, and she knew it. Her need to be helpful preventing her from simply giving up. Lasagna was cut and plated up, two squares considerably larger than the other last, one of which she covered with a sheet of plastic wrap and pushed towards the back of the counter before grabbing some silverware and the other two plates. "For the key, you could maybe try talking to Mimsy." Plates were set on the small table, and the girl hopped back into her seat before handing off a fork and knife to her cousin. "You said it popped up after the wonderland thing. Of anyone on the island, I think she knows the most, or at least seems to. She was certainly the most interested in that whole thing."
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2014 9:14 pm
He was making excuses. He didn't want to deal with Mark. More than that, he didn't want to deal with Death. With Caelius. He didn't miss it there. Didn't miss the pressure to be beyond perfect. He felt his mind was too active for Sun work, but not perceptive enough for Death work. Still, he didn't regret leaving. He was just scared of looking back. "Mimsy?" He looked worried, taking up the knife and fork given to him. "I dunno... you might be right. She just... seems a bit creepy." He cut into the lasagna, taking a portion of it onto his fork. He cautiously let it hang in the air, blowing on it to cool it down before he braved a bite.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2014 2:31 pm
Peyton paused with a bite halfway to her mouth to offer a small shrug. "Creepy? A little eccentric at times, but she's actually pretty sweet." Or a least the smaller Sun thought so. She had, as of yet, not seen the Lifer at her worst, and was still unaware of her hand in Peyton's untimely and brief death on her first mission. If she had been, she certainly wouldn't have been so eager to nudge her cousin in Mimsy's direction. Ah well. She lifted a brow at him as he took a bite, curious as to how he liked it. "Good, right?" The thread of pride was there, but it was a fragile thing. She'd only really cooked for people she knew would tell her everything tasted great even if it didn't. Otto seemed like he'd be a bit more brutally honest.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2014 2:38 pm
"Hmm... Guess I'll give her a shot." Mimsy creeped him out. But he had to admit she was definitely smart. Or at least that's how she seemed. Otto gave a nod to Peyton's worried question, "Mmmhmm. S'good." It was a hot meal, cheesy and gooey. It hit the spot just so. He tended to be spoiled, with a plethora of people usually willing to cook for him. He never really had to go too long without home cooking. At the very least, he made himself decent sandwiches as lunches. "Y'always make these kinda dinners?" Lasagne didn't seem like something that was easy to make. But what did he know. Anything that involved using an oven seemed like witchcraft to him.
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2014 2:32 pm
The daintier Sun beamed at the praise, finally digging into her own plate. They could eat in silence, Peyton didn't mind, it was companionable, at least she thought so. She did look up though at Otto's question, blinking before glancing towards the dish on the stove top. "When I have the time, yeah. I mean not always this." She shrugged, pushing around a noodle on her plate. "I used to cook meals all the time back before Deus, so I'm used to it.
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2014 7:46 pm
"Seems like so much work. I don't get how people like you and Kostya n'.... all ya'll get the energy for it. I mean , we're always on the run and all." Maybe it was like a hobby. Maybe they loved cooking like he enjoyed eating. Or skateboarding. Work that gained a sense of accomplishment. "Hm.. never mind. I think I get it." He took another bite. He'd eat in silence, occasionally flicking his eyes to his useless book of notes. He was pretending to be organized. Pretending that he had ideas and thoughts that were useful. He'd be asking a Life Tech, Mimsy, to elaborate on his findings. It would be like a child with a crayon drawing handing it over to an art curator. He felt ridiculous.
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2014 7:59 pm
It wasn't so much an actual hobby, as something she found rewarding. The act itself wasn't exactly enjoyable, usually, but the end result gave her a sense of accomplishment an pride. At his question her lips twitched, gaze dropping to her plate as she cut another bite with the side of her fork and speared it. She would have answered, but he beat her to it, disregarding his own question. "You're welcome to stop in, you know. For dinner. I always make extra." Even asking, she was pretty sure he wouldn't take her up on the offer, and if he did, it would be rare. "Or, if you want, if you tell the sort of things you like, I can just wrap some up for you, and you can grab it whenever." Less obligation there.
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2014 8:20 pm
Otto shrugged absently, taking another bite of food. Funny how so many people that were close to him, seemed to always offer to cook for him. He was fussed over for reasons he didn't always understand. "Um... you don't gotta go through the trouble." He murmured. "If you're lookin' to get rid of extra food, you can always just like.. gimme a text I guess."
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2014 12:49 pm
"It's no trouble. The things I like to make usually produce a lot of left overs. I don't mind sharing." Eyes down, she focused on her plate for a bit, instead of on her cousin. Here was awkward territory. Peyton trying be nice, trying to make things a little less weird between them, and not doing a great job of it. She took a bite, chewed slowly, then took a drink to wash it all down before speaking again. "How's everything with that training course you were working on?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2014 3:53 pm
"It's done." He responded, dinner conversation sounding a lot like awkward dinners with family, only with less angry fathers glaring. Go figure. "It's gotten used a couple time. I don't monitor it too often. It's mostly a do it yourself type thing." He gave Peyton a raised brow. "Yanno, you're a lot sassier on Twitter." It was like she was too scared to be herself around him. Maybe that's why he always felt awkward with her. "You shy or somethin'?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2014 5:15 pm
She frowned at his assessment, looking up again. "No...maybe." Once upon a time she'd been very shy, very reserved and closed off. It had taken a lot, and a change of pace, to bring her out of her shell. So she could flourish. He was right though, around him she tended to be a fair bit more reserved. "Not exactly," she finally settled on, a little cagily. She took a drink, to stall maybe, before setting her fork down and grabbing her napkin. "I can be really over bearing, and I guess maybe I didn't want to spook you." She'd sort of forced her way into his life, enforced their bond as cousins, and he hadn't seemed to respond positively to it, so now she was backing off, so to speak.
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