"I don't think you can be anything but bloodthirsty when you whip that thing out," he noted towards Emily. He had seen that chainsaw in action; it wasn't pretty, which was glorious.
Shik cackled at Becker. "I could be a d**k about it," he mused. Was he aware of the pun? Behind the sunglasses, it was hard to tell.
Frankly mentioning honey just made him hungry, so he sipped his coffee some more and delighted at some of the longing looks towards it, even as he felt a pang of sympathy. "You can ride with me, Pedro," he said, patting his motorcycle. "If they say yes, I mean. Make a run in style." He turned to the others. "But why not just ask the Life nerds to get one running? I'm sure they're all dead without coffee, so someone's gotta have jury rigged something."
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Character's name: Shikoba Character's division: Mist - Specialized Character's journal link:xxx Character's arcana The Tower WILD CARD BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERAvatar 6'2", wiry build, left eye covered by scarf, covered in tattoos on arms and back and consequently tends to not wear shirts His weapon is DeVour, a vampire ghoul converted into a short sword/dagger combo
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2017 6:46 pm
"I would love some coffee, too..." Zere replied quietly, so it was a wonder if anyone would actually hear him.
He perked up at the motorcycle, glancing to the other as he yawned, stretching with an audible snap, crackle, and pop.
After he was done stretching, he just laid his head back on the table, chewing on his pocky stick as he shoved the packet back inside of his jacket somewhere.
His eyes remained on the other's coffee, and the look in Zere's eyes almost made him seem like a sad and lonely puppy dog.
CHARACTER: Zere DIVISION: Mist META JOURNAL ARCANA: Reflection BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Etzer is tall and well dressed, with long black hair usually tied up in some sort of ponytail. He is unusually tired all the time, and often found chewing on a food item of some sort, as well as carrying around a "Choose Your Own Adventure" book with some kind of terrible title. Who reads this rubbish?
Somewhere in the back among the cluster of mattresses, minding the springs and odds and ends as best she could sat Maple. The location hadn't been chosen due to lack of other seating really, but more of it being a little more out of the way of the others. Out of the way and not to be a bother as she sat lamenting. It was also the most comfortable for her to pull her knees to her chest without having to contort to the confines of an odd folding chair or anything like that.
So she had been there, totally the whole time in a quiet manner just lost in her own thoughts. Recalling, as a few of the others had, about the past week and how many books, notes and general inquiries that had been recorded she had lost because of the water damage. It was awful to think about (all that money, all that time) and really something she should stress herself out about. But of course she would, there was no stopping that thought train. (As mush as Rose would try, in the end she had given up like so many times before).
A little part of her was thankful for the sound of an revved motorcycle to pull her from her thoughts. Even though it startled her, making her hug her legs just a little more tightly and still not utter a word. It had gotten a little commotion, the others conversing more in a spirited manner.
Coffee did sound nice. Maybe even something a little stronger, even with the hour it was.
name: Maple journal:A link! division: Mist (Full) arcana: Judgement description: A petite young lady with long brown hair and red frindge and big brown eyes. Her attire is usually more clean and proper than it should be considering their line of work and she always has a worried look on her face. 'cause she's always worried... like... always. She needs Xanax. Maple wishes she could live in the library.
Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2017 11:34 pm
The hurricane had really stirred things up. Paxton had been tinkering in the garage for so long that she had completely lost track of time. The noise of the meeting broke her groove and she wandered over out of curiosity. She seized the opportunity to inspire her fellow Mist Division, in her own way. She bellowed, “If you’re not sweating, you’re not working hard enough!”
She knew she sounded cocky for a trainee, but it was of no consequence to her. She clenched her fist as she heard a familiar and sultry voice wiggle into her head. You should ask someone to help with that little Division Assessment thing. I want to watch them struggle with you. More trembling, little souls to make things more interesting for me. Paxton’s feisty weapon was eager to witness some action. She fueled the Mist Hunter’s fire which was normally completely wild without any help.
I don’t need any help. I just want them to get the lead out of their asses, thought the high and mighty Mist Hunter. I could do the Assessment blindfolded with my hands tied behind my back. They might as well give us training wheels, an answer key, and a cookie for good measure. I’ll do it when I’m good and ready. If I could do the Assessment for each Division, I would for sure. That would be the best way to really learn all of the essential skills, right?
Her haughty weapon was not convinced. You’ll act tough, but you’ll soften up at the worst possible moment. Then you will really wish you brought someone else with you. Just don’t waste any more time getting over-prepared. Let’s go already! Paxton grunted and stretched. Her weapon was always challenging her. It got her into trouble sometimes, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Character's name: Paxton Sanjiva Character's Division: Mist Character's journal link:Journal Stage:Trainee Character's arcana: The Moon BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5’7’’ with long, unruly, pale pink hair and cream skin. Arrogant and loves taking risks, the higher stakes the better. Her weapon is a FEAR-hungry submachine gun made from a volcano siren named Hollis.
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Shik received a raised eyebrow from Dorian.
"It's preferable that none of you become mindless executioners, as you so put it," he said with a frown. "Killing without cause is rooted with stupidity as a basis, so you are correct in thinking that this is not a good path to take. As all of you should be aware of," Dorian added, with a meaningful look at the rest of the room.
A dark gloved hand skimmed briefly over a wrench before he moved it away, a faintly annoyed expression etched permanently onto his face.
"Mist Division is meant to represent the best of all divisions combined into one," said Dorian. "Others might view it as the 'catchall' division or say that those in Mist 'aren't good enough' for other divisions simply because we 'lack a common focus,' but our focus is other divisions. Our strengths lie in our abilities to do everything that everyone else does, after all."
There was the faintest hint of a smile on his face. Maybe. Or maybe it was just a trick of the light.
It was probably just a trick of the light.
"Don't let mindless accusations and idiocy get in the way of becoming well trained hunters."
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"Jack of all trades, master of none, often times better than a master of one. Right?" Zere glanced up to Dorian, chewing thoughtfully on the pocky stick hanging from his mouth.
He tried to smile, but it looked kind of... sad.
Honestly, Zere had joined Mist because he had originally thought it was a 'catchall' division, but... time had proven that it wasn't.
And now, he wouldn't want to be anywhere else. He liked this group.
It was almost like a ragtag family of sorts.
CHARACTER: Zere DIVISION: Mist META JOURNAL ARCANA: Reflection BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Etzer is tall and well dressed, with long black hair usually tied up in some sort of ponytail. He is unusually tired all the time, and often found chewing on a food item of some sort, as well as carrying around a "Choose Your Own Adventure" book with some kind of terrible title. Who reads this rubbish?
Ignacio quirked a brow at being welcomed to the Mist Division. He wasn't exactly new here.
(Why did he have to do the assessment, again?)
He spread his legs out a bit and leaned back in the not-so-comfortable chair he had taken, watching the banter flying back and forth already. A few lines drew a chuckle from him, but he didn't actually say anything out loud, mostly because that would ruin the entertainment and he had little interest in that. To his side, he absent-mindedly spun something around between his fingers, trying to keep himself focused and attentive despite the fact that his mind and body wanted to do just about anything but.
When Dorian spoke up, Ignacio couldn't help his grin. "Mist is the best division," he offered, waving his free hand in the air for a moment before putting his hand down. "In what other division can they claim to know how to do anything, and actually be able to do it?"
Part of what he said was overconfidence, but being a specialist meant that he definitely had some pride in the division he was from at this point. Why else would he have stuck around? Admittedly, part of it was the fact that in Mist, he didn't have to specialize to the same level as the other divisions did, and he didn't necessarily have to dedicate his time at the island to one particular thing. It worked better for his jumpy mind, and that was fine with him.
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Character's name: Ignacio Svarog Character's division: Mist Character's journal link:Journal Character's arcana Chariot BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Ignacio is a specialist Mist hunter with red hair, golden eyes, and freckled, pale skin that clearly wasn't made for the Bermuda Triangle environment. He stands at 5'11" and usually has a giant grin on his face.
