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 Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2015 12:16 pm
Exactly two minutes passed and if Quinn was oblivious to the Death lead turning up to stare at him with an intensity that could probably cause certain trainees to just help themselves by jumping out the windows (and sometimes did), then he probably was in the wrong division. Lilwolfpard Time's up! Better post the report, just use the mission report form and write it ICly here
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2015 2:34 pm
The writing on the report was sloppy, could even be called chicken scratch. Oh it was legible, but just barely. After all he only had 2 minutes to fill it out in its entirety. He would find a lot of abbreviations as he tried to fill it out quicker, and left a few areas he had no input on blank and instead focusing on what happened to him. Deus Ex Machina Mission Report Form
THIS RP RITE HERE??
Name: Quinn M
Division: Death
Status: Int.
Mission ranking:
- Part term (OOC: I guess this one? not sure what ORPs in deus island are considered @ emergency Missions)
Status of mission: Both. Successful at removing threat from island, Failure at removing threat faster. Gained information from unknown source, left more questions than answers. Discovered that body could move w/o input from self if 'red haze' was present, failed to discover source.
Additional points of extreme importance: Passed out 2 times. Voices in head 1st time, mentioning owed a debt. Met with man in room 2nd time, Spoke of things about tattoo on arm. Tattoo Burned. Man spoke of a promise, One failed to keep. Spoke of person who offered self to Sacrifice.
Commendations or warnings: Request Further Investigations of Man in Room with Others with same tattoo.
I agree that by signing this, all information above is accurate and can be used for or against me: Quinn M. xzoobey I literally timed myself writing that. (for a chunk of it i had to go back and edit typos etc) YW.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 2:56 pm
Caelius looked at approximately the first letter in chicken scratch, folded the whole report neatly in half, folded it again, and just continued to rip it into tinier and tinier pieces.
All pieces were scattered on the floor next to a significant amount of bloodstains, as it seems certain Death Division helpers had forgotten their hourly mopping chores. The box Quinn was sitting on also gave a light thud, as if in indignation.
"If you are so adamant that you were chosen," again this is what the Death lead got out of the conversation, and most likely not what Quinn was trying to say, "I want you to substantially prove your so called value. Give me relevant results. I would think very carefully on how; if you have to ask me specifically then you are in the wrong ******** division. If you are just here to complain about personal issues you are speaking to the wrong person."
He leaned over, and stared straight at Quinn. "From what you have just told and written, what would you even consider a relevant result."
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 3:16 pm
Even he couldn't stop his jaw unhinging, his mouth opening just slightly at the sight of the paperwork being shredded and tossed aside carelessly. Having experience dealing with the man across the table before, he really should not be surprised at the actions. Even so, Quinn felt a twitch of annoyance as his '2 minutes' of work was tossed aside so carelessly. If he wanted a better report, well, 2 minutes surely wasn't the right time requirement. Quinn didn't bother to answer instantly, even if that gaze made him squirm a little on top of the box. Cael wanted a Relevant Result? He had one, but how to say something so it wasn't entirely dumb sounding was another matter. Caelius didn't seem the type to beat around the bush, so with a sigh, he decided to say the words plain as possible. "Death isn't entirely gone from this world." He paused, looking up thoughtfully deciding how to word the rest. "Even though it is claimed he was 'killed' something remains still." And that something was calling to him, and possibly the others. It wasn't a coincidence that the hourglass scar burned right before each of the incidents. Returning his eyes back to Caelius, call it a hunch that the lead already knew everything he was saying. "I want to find him and figure out what exactly he is doing, being as he shouldn't exist anymore."
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 3:31 pm
"Quinn," the Death lead said, entirely unimpressed, "do you consider yourself self-destructive."
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 3:47 pm
Well, that was a weird question, and out of the blue considering circumstances. Time and time again things proved when they got too tough, he was out of there. Its saved his skin multiple times in the past. As he opened his mouth to reply with 'no', he stopped. His teeth clicked together; he had a small moment to himself. Was he reckless? Was he self destructive? The 'no' was still fresh on his tongue, trying to come out. But the real answer was.... Well.....s**t. "I wouldn't be here is part of me wasn't." He wouldn't have signed up to leave behind his past, his family to find truths about monsters while knowing he was putting himself at great risk otherwise.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2015 10:23 pm
"You are self destructive," Caelius confirmed, anger steadily rising in his tone "to everyone around you. If you spread theories without any ******** evidence, and somehow feel comfortable enough to share them with me, then I can't imagine for a single moment how you behave around others."
"I want you to get out of the ******** office now consider taking actual evidence into account when you are theorizing. When you are done considering, I want you to do yourself a ******** favour and consider again what substantial information actually ******** means. If for some godforsaken reason you are still considering and you haven't actually done something with what you've been given, then maybe, just maybe you will have spent more of your own time than mine <******** around." The last words were emphasized by a loud slam on the table, deeply confirming that Quinn had long overstayed his welcome.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2015 10:31 pm
Quinn was already at the door before the slam happened, the loud noise only making him run away even faster.
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