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 Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 9:54 am
"Fascinating!" The mist hunter was pleased with the overall response on weapons, currently enthralled with all her questions being answered even though it was thanksgiving. "No Thank you on the coffee, Jerry." She gave the sun hunter a bright smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well."
Her gaze slid to Rep before she chuckled. "I suppose it would be a better idea, but not as fun yeah?" She wagged her fork in front of her face. "Clarice and...Ferros being your weapon?" The fork pointed to Jordan now. Wow! She'd love to meet Clarice as well one day.
She kept feeling the gentle pokes and prods from the mist hunter under her, and swiveled her head. "Roland handsome..." Her pie was moved from her lap to the table as she leaned down to whisper in his ear. "You keep poking me and I'm going to think you really want some special attention Roland, Then we'll have to leave this lovely dinner and that would be sad wouldn't it?" She chuckled as she pulled his cheek...actually BOTH of his cheeks.
"To answer your question Jerry hun," She piped up again,, turning her attention to the sun hunter. "I have a Tommy gun by the name of Leroy. If you've ever seen those old school mob movies...that would be Leroy!"
Leroy all but puffed in her mind. He wasn't just a mobster...He was THE mobster!
"Ah excuse me!" Nevada slid on lazy hand from where she was pulling Roland's cheek to wave at the death trainee, "Hello Eva!" The grin was contagious as she looked to her partner next to her. "Hello to you too Otto!" And goodbye as they headed out.
With her attention diverted back to Jordan and Jerry, she gave them a questioning look. "So to truly sum up, our weapons are basically like Thor's hammer. Made specifically for only us to use and anyone else would have to face the brutal consquences of picking up another hunter's weapon." She sighed contently. "I love a good informational dinner."
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 10:59 am
Ro got a decidedly suspicious look for his comments, in particular the one about mists getting in the way of attacks. He wasn't sure whether he was making some sort of snide comment about the spar they'd had that left him injured or simply mentioning mists as an alternative to moons. He was too clouded with alcohol to really tell one way or the other so for the time being let it slide. He did pipe up at the comment about seniority. "I'm no one's senior. If you take my advice, take it because its good. Not cause I've been here a while."
As Hazel took her leave, Rep gave her a wave and a smirk, another person who hadn't given him any cause to think less of them, even if they were at a natural disadvantage by being female. As Eva joined their conversation, he gave her a glance too, impressed she remembered his name, he wasn't quite as sharp either, though the hive mission still stuck out in his thoughts.
He nodded to her question, and continued as Jerry piped up with the mention of the weight of the weapon being related to the hunter in question. He had no idea what Mocha was though, just knew that he wanted to drink two things at once and it was more efficient. He took a sip of the chocolate mingled with coffee and pulled a notbad expression. He'd had one hell of a lot worse.
Tracey was quietly pleased as Jordan stood up for the relative size of various weapons using the power of logic.
"And aye, what the guys said. Like, Tracey's light to me. Well. Light-ish. If I'm at low shield though, not so much. He gets heavier. If I let him go though, yeah, it's like Ferros, he gets his weight back." The satisfying memory of Sasha pinned under the axe lurked at the back of his thoughts, dark and smug. "No one's ever tried to steal him though."
But it seemed like it was time for Eva and Otto to leave, people starting to head out already, for the moment he was finishing up his drink, taking a slow sip of it as Nevada summed up weapons.
"Aye. The way I see it, they fit us and only us. I mean you can like touch other people's" He made a face indicating his low opinion of doing this lightly. "But even that will feel weird eventually, and is really ******** like, intimate to boot."
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 11:05 am
Roland worked his arms about reaching around Nevada to get his coffee, drinking while trying to keep the drink away from her which was proving to be hard between being a light weight, Nevada on his lap, and holding conversation.
"AWuh duh whuh I wahna." He said as his cheeks where pinched. "Yeah well, Jordan, I don't see many monsters running around with guns just like... claws and stuff. So I'd rather have a gun if that was the case." He flinched a little as Sylvia let out a shrill objection to this before storming off too the corner of his mind.
"But I like Sylvia, well enough yeah." As if Nevada never warned him he gave her a poke from both sides right below the rib cage. Roland did what Roland wanted.
She also stole his turkey; she had this coming.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 11:16 am
He drew in a deep breath at Jordan's encouraging touch, his face flushing. At least it was a good silent affirmation that he was doing the right thing.
It never felt like he was doing the right thing any more.
Jerry raised an eyebrow at Nevada's proclamation. As far as he knew, most of their weapons had all been youngsters, students like the ones they were sent to lure in for conversion. He might have been a big guy on campus, maybe?
Roar snickered in the back of his head, Well, now he's got a mob of one.
"I don't know how much I'd trust a weapon talking about themselves," Jerry laughed weakly, "Most of the time, I'm pretty sure Roar's full of s**t ahahaha."
He glanced up as Otto announced his leaving, "OTTO! Otto we really really need to Jam again sometime, alright? Promise?" He gave the teen a pointed look that said if you say no, I may have to bring a bazooka to your room some night.
After making sure coffee was all around, he set about adding cream and sugar to his own, taking a long, reverent sip. This... this is what coffee was supposed to taste like.
"Rep? A superior? Goodness, I keep forgetting he's even intermediate now." He shook his head, "Thankfully level of training means very little as far as superiority goes, ahahaha. Otherwise I'd be barking orders at all of you," He gave them a wink.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 11:36 am
Aw what, it was time to go? But she was just--
Letting out a sigh, Eva allowed herself to pulled up and out of her seat. Eyes fluttering, she lifted a hand to wave at the others, offering them a big--albeit very sleepy--smile. "Good night. Have a good Thanksgiving, everyone."
And then she flopped her head back onto Otto's shoulders, her eyes slooowly starting to slide shut.
Better get her out of here before she dozed off completely and he was forced to drag her down the hall by her feet.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 11:42 am
"Oh gawdammit, Eva. Don't sleep now." He muttered, shifting her under his arm to better keep her up. She wasn't terribly heavy, and if need be he could carry her over his shoulder or something, he'd just prefer she get to bed of her own accord. His eyes shifted to Jerry as he called him out. The teen let out a bit of a disgruntled sigh. "Yeah, fine. We'll jam again. It weren't all half bad, I guess." Otto turned and headed out, leading a sleep Eva with him. [[Exit]]
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 11:46 am
"I've seen creatures with guns or bows or spears," Jordan countered. "Don't assume you won't be facing ranged, or you might get a nasty surprise." He sipped his coffee and paused a moment to just enjoy the flavor of real coffee with good whiskey in it. There might have been a brief bliss-face.
"The way I see it," he continued, "your weapon chose you for a reason, some innate compatibility. You balance each other out in some way. A deeper bond makes your weapon more powerful and lets you wield them more easily, too. Trying to use somebody else's weapon, you wouldn't have that bond, and there's some evidence that using someone else's weapon can mess with your head. Just touching - well, that depends on the individual. Some people and some weapons don't mind, others mind a lot. Ferros doesn't like anyone other than me touching him, and he doesn't like me touching anyone else's weapon, with a couple of exceptions that he had to think pretty hard about first." He looked to Harrison and Rep with a smile. "But he's a dragon, and he's crazily possessive."
He paused. "Sorry, got into lecture mode there." Jerry got an amiable eyeroll. "Seniority mostly just means you've survived your training. Who's actually in charge depends on the mission and who's got the relevant skills. Off-duty, wearing a basic trainee coat is like having a KICK ME sign on your back, but other than that, well, there's not a lot of practical difference."
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 11:48 am
With the few people at the table already clearing out, Leon decided that he too needed to get back to other things. "Well, it was a good dinner, considering the situation, not bad Melvin." he said casually, stretching his arms and picking up his dishes from the table and taking them to the kitchen for cleansing.
It was the very least one can do when invited for dinner in his mind as he placed them in the sink and went about the busy task of soaping and rinsing the delicate stemware.
Nid however, was complaining furiously about him not taking seconds, and thirds.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 12:02 pm
Nevada hummed as she listened to the other hunters. "The creatures have their own weapons? And here I thought I'd be facing Vampires, Werewolfs and Ghost." She just shook her head, "Then again, Leroy tells me all the time that he was a mobster reaper...and his tommy gun form is based off what he used when he was..ahem...A student?" She smiled.
"The weapon concept is still new to me so I apperciate the information I can gather before being put on the field. Leroy so far has stated that he doesn't like other's touching but deals with it...." She shrugged. She was still too new to truly form a bond with her weapon of protectiveness.
She smiled at Jordan instead and reached over to give him a pat on the hand. "Handsome, Like I said. The more information I gather, the better I equipped I'll be for when I do face the boogeys. I find insightfulness and facts to be very attractive. Among other things." She shrugged instead.
However, the insitent poking was starting to annoy a certain female hunter as she moved to slide off Roland's lap. Slipping to behind his chair, she started to tip it back and tug on it, till the hunter was laying on his back.
"I'm sorry to leave the class so soon though teachers, but we have a naughty student. I'm just going to take him to the hallway for some punishment."
The words didn't really match the smiling expression the mist huntresses.
"I'll have to come find you guys later so I can ask some more questions. And of course spar. The more I battle, the less likely I am to freak out when I actually face the creatures."
"Okay Roland~" She smiled at the mist hunter as she took his ankles in her grasp. "Let's go~"
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 12:03 pm
Rep had been engaging with the conversation but fell quiet again as Jerry not only agreed with his assertion he wasn't any sort of superior but stated he forgot Rep was more than a trainee. He took it as a snipe at his unsuitability for his current rank given the disaster of a promotion mission, and couldn't shake the sudden awkwardness that came over him at the idea even his peers who he'd fought alongside didn't think much of his improvement from the day he'd stepped out of the pod.
"Night Eva." he offered as best he could, waving her and Otto off.
Tracey wanted him to speak as Jordan mentioned Ferros, urging him to join in, but he ignored the fallen angel.
He didn't even spare a glance as Leon left.
Nevada though got an icy look for her playful pass at Jordan, whatever amicability Rep was clinging to once again sliding away. He took a sip of his coffee and curled his lip in disgust, not at the drink but at the idea of Ro involved in anything even remotely sexual.
He'd probably need more alcohol.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 12:15 pm
"You can get all the facts you can but well... nothing prepares you for what we face but facing it. And long range or short, there's never a safe place, in some cases." Jerry's expression fell a bit morosely as he reached up to gingerly touch the thick burn scars along the side of his face. "You'll learn soon enough, I suppose. It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss."
He watched her and Ro tumble like lovesick puppies. He wasn't sure if it was jealousy he felt, or pity. He shifted a bit as Leon took his dishes out to the kitchen. "I... I guess I'll give Melvin a hand cleaning up."
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 12:44 pm
"Vampires and werewolves and ghosts, and plenty of other things you'll learn about," Jordan answered dryly. At the compliments, his eyebrows lifted a little. "I'm flattered," he answered lightly, "but you're going to make my boyfriends jealous."
He sipped his coffee and watched Nevada tip Ro over and drag him off. She was certainly not shy about getting her way. "See you later," he called after her.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 12:50 pm
Melvin was just happily drinking his coffee, having finished dinner and moved to pie. He might have been skinny, but he ate well, and he listened to everyone pitching in to inform the new girl. It reminded him of first coming here just a few months ago, and he felt a bit better he wasn't as green as the newest people around. Sure, he was still a trainee, but he'd been around for a little while.
People were already leaving, and he paid them no mind, waving slightly as they left, either dragging themselves away or being capable enough to walk. It was when people started taking plates away that he was alarmed. "You guys don't have to clean up. I'll do that!" Washing dishes was going to be how he wound down today and he didn't want anyone stealing that from him.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 12:54 pm
Her head swiveled to Jerry now and hummed, "Nothing beats on the field exprience. Can't get anywhere with being a paper pusher but...I'll always feel more comforted by knowing what I am getting myself in rather then being thrown in blindly." She chuckled, "Thank you for the warning though Jerry."
"Ohhhh" Nevada just smiled mid drag of the hunter, pretty sure she felt the chill radiating from Rep a mile away. The clarification earned a wider smile and a softening to her features. "Then I hope they pardon me, They are attractive qualities for a very exceptional men, as well as I expect your boyfriends to be. I look forward to working together with you guys and learning more about being a hunter."
"Have a wonderful Thanksgiving guys!" And with that, and her prize trailing after her began to think of all the wonderous torturous things she could repay Roland for his poking.
Most of it revolved around tickling him to death...or Chinese torture.
Or a nap again because naps were nice and she was full from food.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 1:47 pm
The brunette craned his neck from the kitchen, already elbow deep in soapy water and pruning from the dishes. "Melvin, you're not a housekeeper and we should be able to clean up after ourselves." Leon scolded lightly with a halfhearted stare at his fellow division member.
"Just sit there, enjoy your coffee, listen to some smooth jazz and........" he had to pause and think about what the scientist would enjoy in his off time. The ordeal making his own eyebrows furrow.
"Ponder about string theory." It was back to cleaning the dishes.
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