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 Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 11:07 pm
Candace did her best not to laugh as Bix was smacked upside the head, settling on clearing her throat a bit to cover it up. Haha. Idiot. She looked up with a grin, still trying not to laugh. It was becoming easier to do as she continued to speak, even introducing herself as the Mist faction leader. Sweet! So this the woman in charge of mist hunters. Oooh! A debriefing on the mission! This was what she wanted! Her hand went up a little at the mention of video games and make-believe. Sure. Who'd never played a video game before? Or even played pretend as a child? Dolls? Friends? Seriously. You'd have to live under a mountain to never do any of those things.
...Halloween? Her hand lowered and she frowned, folding her arms on the table and leaning in a little. They were going..to a holiday? This made no sense. Atropos chuckled lowly and Candace finally looked down at the rings on her hands, looking perplexed by the sudden laughter. What was so funny? Being killed was not a laughing matter! Killing? Sure. She remembered laughing and humming like she was prancing through a field of flowers when she had been killing people off, but being killed? No. That was not something one laughed about. She wanted to know more about this place. Sure, Halloween was a fun holiday but how could they live it every day?!
"How...cute." Candace chuckled. eyePods? Skelevision? Really? How cheesy. "So do they have a horror-spin to everything? Or just most things?" How interesting. She gasped and sat up straight with a start at the sudden snap from Aria, trying not to flinch under the glare. Oh...were they too obvious? She couldn't possibly have looked like some professional ninja right off the bat.
Hehe. Skelevision. She sounds so funny forcing it out like that. I bet they won't think you're completely psycho if they catch you talking to yourself. Ohohoh! You should try it sometime! I dare you. Candace resisted the urge to roll her eyes, instead turning over one of her hands to tap one of the rings against the table a few times. Shut up, Atropos! She would do no such thing! OWOWOW! Hey! I can feel that, you know!
"What are we supposed to do when we get there?" Were they going to observe? Did they have a purpose? Perhaps it was stupid to ask. This was a mission debriefing, after all. That kind of thing had to be part of this.
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 12:35 am
Marcus was still somewhat in the 'what the ********' phase of getting his weapon. So far all he got out of it was comments on two things. His a**, or someone else's a**. If there would ever be a test of just what type of a** people had Marcus had no doubts that he would pass. So far all the asses in the room had been labled. Like Caelius? Total a**. Short stuff? Tiny a**. Cassandra?
Oh man Tits and a**, oh hey you're blushing, oh I see hoe it is, don't worry you can totallytap her a** but MMmmmMmmm, just look it that a**-
It was in that moment he was happy he'd been hiding in the back of the class away from the girl he'd made out and flirted with. It was..awkward enough, without the nagging voice of a gay...whatever in his ear. Or rather on his ear all the time. Marcus pretty much blocked out every single thing the sword was saying in his skull, eyes and ears honing in on the instructors...and their teaching methods. A tiny shudder went through Marcus as his hands went to his chest as he muttered a silent. "God ******** damn it again? I'll have tits again?"
You make that sound like it's a bad thing.
Dis offering no moral or mental support, left Marcus to his own devices at the mist hunting instructor explained. Ten items. All right. Picking up pen and paper he tapped in ont his desk. The first step would logically be to list ten common items.
Tissues
Toothbrush
Tennis Shows
Baseball hat
Xbox 360
text book...
That was six items. Three more...Marcus scanned the room, picking out some final items.
Headbands
make up
Girls
Boobies.
He looked at his paper. He...was he seriously-
I mean she's got a great pair, look at them Marcus. Look. Dat Mist huntress. Oh lawd if I had hands I'd-
'Dis.' Marcus's mental voice at the once vampire got him a leery yesssss in reply. "Please stop that, I'm trying to focus.'
Oh.
Just so you know, I'm pretty sure all you need to do on the last one is accent the Boo ******** my life.'
Why not just ******** that girl with-
marcus slammed down on his desk with both hands before one hand shot up into the not even waiting to be called upon. He was sure his face was red. "Is there anyway to get them to shut up? Just...turn them off for a while?"
Marcus baby don't be that way, look, how about I only point out that one boy's fine a**. He looks your ty-
"Like seriously, getting them to shut the ******** up? I am really having trouble focusing with him chatting in my ear." His eyes flicked over to Cassandra, and his face turned an ever deeper shade of red. "My own thoughts are fine just...his comments...not helping."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 2:03 am
<Hey hey, pretty ghoul! Ariane! I'll help you out if you tell Aria there that she has nice tits~>
"Oh, but you have to help me, Kintama. Anything happens to me, and you'll be back on that wall in the Cove," She grinned, using a finger to gently bat at one of the steel balls hanging from the necklace she was wearing - she had assumed that it was the weapons' other form... A more compressed form that would make it easier to hide and bring around. However, despite the 'compressed' form, the weapon still spoke. A lot. It got on her nerves at times, but years of knowing how to tune out her naggy, somewhat protective parents made it easier to tune her weapon out.
... Other than the fact that his voice was in her head, so she couldn't just shut it out all the time. She had to wonder though - how long had it been stuck on that wall anyway? It sounded to her that he had been left alone for so long that not speaking was some sort of a crime.
<Ohhh, how feisty! I love the way you fondle with me though, pretty ghoul~>
She could practically see her weapon grinning at her; or rather, she could feel it. That was probably a more accurate way to describe their little connection.
While she had been quiet the entire time, looking around once in a while to try to see if Jeremy was around for her to bother, she had been paying attention to the whole 'class'. Golems, Halloween, horror puns on everyday objects and common words... She couldn't help eyeing the different trainers as they came and went, taking note of their uniforms as she idly tapped the end of her pen against the table; it would seem that her faction's leader was not the trainer who had actually been pleasant to them.
What a shame.
"I'm assuming 'ghoul' means girl, woman or lady, since you've been calling me that," She couldn't resist a chuckle, "Am I right, Kintama?" Meanwhile, on a fresh page in her notebook, she was starting to list down common items, starting with the one she was pretty sure of. Everything else had a blank next to it, slowly being filled in; meanwhile, Kintama was whistling in her head, refusing to help - he had really wanted to let Aria know that she had a great rack.
List of common words
Girl/woman/lady/female = Ghoul
Boy/man/male = Ghost? To match 'Ghoul'?
iPhone = Eye-phone?
Ice-Cream = I-Scream? Eye-scream?
Table = Table
Chair = Chair
Playstation 3 = Fearstation 3? Scarestation 3? <- Do they even have video games in Halloween? Kintama did mention something that sounded like video games when I asked him; he was apparently a fan.
Books = Boos? Books
School =
... Could she be over-thinking things? After all, Kintama had been oddly silent. Wait a moment... He was laughing! It was soft, like someone whispering, but his whistling had given way to laughter when she wasn't paying attention. She frowned in response, flicking the necklace around her neck, as if to shut him up.
"Look, you refused to help-"
At least that was one item off the list.
'I wonder if anyone would even notice any slip ups, considering how I could always say that I came from some exotic part of Halloween with our own slang and way of speaking... There are different parts of Halloween right? Or is it like... Just one self contained town with all the creatures running about?' She couldn't resist asking, although it was a mental question; she was starting to realize that speaking out loud to nobody in particular was probably a bad, bad idea, 'You think that they would accept my reason?'
She paused, leaning against the table as she stared at her ever growing list; this was almost like some kind of culture studies. Except instead of learning to appreciate that different culture, you're learning about how to bland in with the locals in order to spy on them... Wasn't there a spy in World War 2 who messed up and got caught because he crossed the road after looking in the wrong direction and almost got hit by a passing car?
'Nice ones? You have nice ones?' She couldn't help but scoff at the idea that anyone could be 'nice' in Halloween; sure, Kintama had been alright so far, but she wondered if it had anything to do with the fact that he was not really a Halloween creature anymore.
She shrugged it off, and turned back to look at Aria; perhaps she would give them further instructions soon.
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 9:45 am
Noticing a few others start picking up pens to begin writing, Cass followed suit and started to as well.
'Nicodemus, could you...?'
The weapon seemed to sigh in her head back at her as she made her request to him. She tried really hard to not look like she was thinking and spacing out as she pushed her thought towards the voice in her head (what was he, anyways?) to suggest things hopefully. Nicodemus didn't offer her much back besides a starting point for her to think off of.
If I think of everything for you, then you won't learn anything. he said. Cass frowned. Some help he was!
Her attention turned down to the page as she listed out the items that had been suggested to her;
Boy
Girl
Ice Cream
Currency
Telephone
...
Cass's face crinkled. It was hard thinking of 10 things that even seemed like they would be useful in conversation if she was to throw them out there. HmmmmmMMmmmmm!!!
You're not thinking abstractly enough
'Hey. I'm only human. This is like learning.. I don't know, Spanish or something.'
The discussion with Nicodemus was suddenly drawn to a halt as Cass nearly jumped out of her seat to the sound of someone slamming their hands on the table. She turned to see who it was and ... well, her immediate mental flush of 'OMG, IT'S MARCUS <3333' earned a very interesting voice to crop up in her own head.
CASSANDRA. LOOK BACK DOWN AT YOUR PAPER AND STOP GAWKING AT THE BOY. YOU HAVE NO TIME FOR THE BOY.
'b-but...I..have plenty of time for the boy....? I mean, look at him! He's a hot boy! hasf;klfdsf' Another mental gush of a girl with a crush. And then he looked at her. fjas;lkdfh;adfkjadslf;aksf. Cass's face turned slightly pink.
Yeah, there was definitely some distraction going on.
CASSANDRA. PAPER. NOW. I SWEAR TO JACK...
...!!?
'Hey, was that an answer?'
Cass hastily scribbled the word 'Jack' down on her paper, just in case.
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 10:43 am
Lots of people seemed to have questions, and while he waited for the answers, Jerry glanced around and saw the others beginning work on their Lists. Oh... well... er! It was just a bit of creative word play right?
Eye Phone
He quickly scribbled out, that had been a given. Hmm what else?
Common items with a horror spin, huh? He tapped his pen against his nose. Alright. Just. start with a list of common items, then horrify them. Shouldn't be too hard, right? He was getting those flashbacks to school again. Just... think of this as Grad School, majoring in.... the destroying of evil!
1. Mustard - Er... he'd come back to Mustard.
2. Cookies - Um.... er... Spookies?
3. Friend - Fiend?
4. Kittens - That one's easy, Roar interjected, Cross it out and write 'Lunch' haha. Your list sucks, pick better s**t, man.
Jerry pouted, brows furrowing as he whispered to the whistle, "It's hard to just... list random things off the bat!" But he sighed and kept going,
5. Airplane - Scareplane?
6. Paramedic - Scarymedic?
7. Internet - He pondered for a few moments, but the only pun he could fathom was "Interweb"
8. Ice Cream - Eye Scream? Haha this was kind of fun, really.
Two more left... he could do it.
9. CD- SkeeVee? Like Skeevy get it?
10. Bathroom - The ah.. Little Monster's Room? It seemed like an important word to know.
Well, that was a good distraction for a whole of a few minutes. He went back and wrote "Monstard" next to Mustard for good measure.
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 12:28 pm
Now that Hanna and Adelphe had met, things had changed. For the better? The jury was still out. The first few hours had been spent bickering back and forth about the state of Hanna's hair. The Lady approved of the facial tattoos, saying they would make her "look like more of a killer and less of a child," but was outraged by the meager number of clothes in her closet and her insistence on reading before she went to bed. Sleeping had been difficult with her weapon's constant interjections too.
When news of another mission reached the auburn-haired girl, she was overjoyed -- if only to actually have an excuse to get Adelphe back on task. Hanna entered the room with her hands empty. The Lady had shrunk down into a pair of bone earrings curved like the wings of a bird. It was a delicate, lovely form, Hanna thought. Much better than some massive gaudy bracelet or other attention-grabbing thing.
Caelius was back in the classroom. Hanna suppressed a shudder. Could they ever meet somewhere other than the place she was pretty sure she had died? The words her instructor had spoken rang in her head, taunting her. Inadequate. Disappointing. A failure. Had she really botched the first mission that badly? It wasn't her fault that half the team believed crying and making out were key aspects of a solid battle strategy.
Her seat was in the second row: close enough to hear but far enough away to avoid Caelius' constant presence hovering over her. She still felt like he was. Did he smell failure on her? It rankled her to think so. Quietly, Adelphe picked up on it and said, You didn't have me before. Now you do. He'll notice us. I have always been wonderful at getting attention. Hanna squinted her eyes. She wasn't sure that the type of attention Adelphe might be skilled at getting was the kind that she wanted.
The tenor of the conversation had Hanna's hair on end. Two weeks? Her bag rested against her ankle, always packed and ready-to-go as they had been told. Others in the room seemed to be making idle conversation with their weapons. It was like a room full of schizophrenics. Hanna held her tongue, careful not to reveal anything to the others. Was there a way for her to communicate silently with Adelphe? As of yet, she had not mastered it.
New faces entered the room, authoritative ones. Instinctively, Hanna sat up, fingertips poised on the pen that she had been using to take notes. Would he spout facts like Caelius? Would this one tell her all about using her weapon?
No, no facts. Hanna merely learned what his point was thanks to a spray of blood catching her on the right cheek. The pen fell from her hands and rolled to the floor with a sharp thwack. Her fingers shook, but Hanna forced herself not to react beyond wiping the blood off of her cheek -- perhaps a bit too frantically -- and then sinking lower in her chair.
Hermione Granger might love answering all questions, but Hanna Nowicki had just been bitchslapped with a spray of blood and didn't much feel like chatting.
When Dr. H stooped to indicate the mud, Hanna glanced to her hand. There was no smear of blood, just a crust of drying mud. She wiggled her fingertips. "Wow," she said, unable to hold the words in, "that is amazing." Really ******** amazing, actually. Hanna straightened back up in her chair, eyes fixed with great interest on Dr. H. She totally liked him.
Aside from me, you are the prettiest one in here. I think it is important that you know that. I dislike the loud one, Adelphe chimed in, apparently more interested in examining the other recruits than paying attention to the lesson. Do any of them have boyfriends? We could take their boyfriends. Let's make it a game. Let's take all of their boyfriends. Have you been kissed, Hanna? I imagine it has to be really lovely... I mean, of course, I have been kissed millions of times. More than that. Maybe billions. They called me The Lady because of how good I was at it.
Hanna pursed her lips. It took a lot of willpower not to respond to that, or to make a joke. How old was Adelphe anyway? The weapon had avoided most questions about her past, instead focusing almost exclusively on how lovely and talented and adored she was. It was a mental note that Hanna made, one that she filed away for Things To Discuss At Another Time. Right now, she was too busy being absolutely fascinated by the idea of these golems.
The mention of returning to the pods did not bother Hanna as much as it seemed to trouble some of the others. There was a promise for exploration! Discovery! s**t, she would be the first one in if they'd let her. She scribbled down: Volunteer at the labs. If Hanna could get a glimpse into how they made these golems, she could die happy.
When the next person entered, Hanna appraised her, taking in the dark hair and long coat. She raised her hand when prompted and tried to take notes as necessary. This mission seemed to be more important than any of the others they had been on before, and Caelius had already made it clear how little he thought of the Death Hunters. Hanna intended to prove him wrong through whatever means necessary.
There was a homework assignment, a new location. All of this was brain food, and Hanna was more excited now than she had been at any other time so far. Adelphe yawned in her head.
While others asked questions, Hanna started to make a list that looked like this:
1. Surprise --> Scareprize
2. Girls --> Ghouls
3. Music --> Boosic
4. Parties --> Scareties
5. Homework --> Scarework
6. Fierce --> Fearce
7. Beautiful --> Bootiful
8. Tactics --> Scaretics
9. Happy --> Creepy
10. Auditorium --> Scaretorium
Was this for real? She felt like she was playing a mad-lib game. Almost all of her guesses were just ridiculous attempts at adding the word "scare" into other words. In spite of her promise not to talk aloud to herself, Hanna whispered, "Are you going to help me out?" Adelphe had mentioned she was from there.
There was a brief pause, and then Adelphe said plainly, No, I think not. Then she began to hum.
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 12:33 pm
Bix turned red. 1) Because he'd been smacked by their new instructor. 2) Said instructor was really good looking.
Naughty, naughty baby.
Mina giggled in his head and he just hung it, looking at the table top and fishing around inside of his coat for the notepad he'd tucked in there. He liked the fact that his new uniform seemed to have plenty of pocket storage space.
He, of course, had played video games but wasn't sure how he'd handle seeing a monster close up. Especially if, by the way it sounded, they lived life like... .. normal people. So he needed common everyday words to make scary. Creative writing was only a so-so ability of his but he did have quite an imagination. What were things he'd own? What about things girls owned? If they had TV then they had to have games and movies.. right?
He started to scribble and think.
1. X-Box 360...
HEX BOX.. she giggled as it were a game and she was beating Bix to the answers. 666 though.
Bix didn't thank her. He scowled.
2. Mom:. Mum-
Mummy .. oh mummy right Bixy?
-my. Bix finished and just sighed. He was starting to resign himself to the fact that Mina's distraction was permanent. He just couldn't figure out what would please his precious weapon.
3. Dad: Deaddy?
That sounds kind of foolish, don't you think? Bix was surprised that her voice seemed less teasing and more genuinely interested. I do take this seriously, Bixy. Just because you are fun to tease doesn't mean I don't plan on making you the best damn hunter here.
Well, thanks I guess.
You answered me! You and your beautiful voice!
She sounded delighted and victorious. He shifted a bit, feeling the bag of marbles hanging off his belt shift and clack together. It was inconvenient, but happened to be the unsummoned form of his weapon.
4. Baby: Little Monsters? Monsterlings?
Scareling.
Really?
Scareling. Definitely.
Bix wondered if she was just being headstrong or if she knew. How long had she been a weapon for slaying monsters? Had she been there before? She didn't answer these thoughts and while she seemed able to invade his thoughts, he wasn't able to invade hers.
5. E-mail: Eee! Mail? Scream Mail?
6. Computer: ComBOOter?
Ha! It was sort of cheating but he just started putting the word Boo into anything relevant.
7. Blueberry Pie: Booberry Pie
8. Keyboard: Keyboo-rd, Screeboard?
Then he just started to make stuff up cause for some reason he was having a hard time with this.
9. Microwave: Micro-werewolf
10. Sneakers: Sneekers? Screamers?
Mina had gone from silence to just laughing. He wasn't feeling confident in his answers either. He was going to SUCK at this. He was going to spend all of his time in Halloween just trying to find out what stupid names everything was called.
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 1:00 pm
Gale was, in fact, not looking surreptitiously over at what Bix was writing.
..okay maybe he glanced just a little bit, but only to get an idea of what he was doi -
<< Eyes on your own paper, idiot. Don't start this off by being a moron. >>
I just wanted to check and see I was doing it right! Gale replied indignantly, but, with a sigh, he dragged a piece of paper towards him, eying it thoughtfully.
01. zoo.
A pause. Boo?
<< ...you are eternally ridiculous at this, you realize this, right? >>
Shaddup.
02. preach > screech
03. paper > scareper
<< Really, Gale? >>
Hush, you.
04. bed > dread
05. gymnasium > scarenasium
<< That is mildly pathetic. >>
Gale ignored him.
06. school > ...gruel? cruel?
07. telephone > skeleton phone? skelephone? skellyphone?
08. laptop > scaretop
That sounded lame, so he crossed it out and just left it blank for the time being.
09. shoes > boos?
10. light > fright
<< Well, it's not GREAT but it'll do. For now. >>
Thank you, as usual, Jin.
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 1:31 pm
Notes? They were expected to be taking notes? This really was like high school. So items? Tika tapped her pen to her desk as she thought about just what to write. EYEpod? SKELEvision? Tika was reminded of a certain Scooby Doo special where Shaggy and Scooby had to watch some girls. Actually, was this like that? No way they were that lame in that world!
The pen tapping stopped and she began to list a few items.
Text book - Ex book?
Towel - hitch hiker guide to the galaxy ?
Ketchup - Blood?
Key - Murder weapon
Chair - Scare
Lettuce - salad fingers
Hey! This was kind of fun! Tika continued on.
Sleeping Bag - body bag?
Helmet - Hellmet?
Boogers - lunch
Pen - Pen
Okay she was pleased with her list now.
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 4:12 pm
After a few minutes of thought and brow-furrowing, Madison's list looked like this:
1. Shoes - Boos
2. Shampoo - Shamboo
3. Makeup - Fakeup
4. Jewelry - Boolery
5. Haircut - Scarecut
6. Magazine - Grabazine
7. Movies - Boovies
8. Mall - Crawl
9. Boyfriend - Boofriend
10. Starbucks - Fearbucks
... What if Halloween didn't have Starbucks? Oh, god. What a world.
(She was proud of 'scarecut', though.)
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 6:31 pm
Hmmm...how to go about this list. Could Atropos help her? Did I not tell you I am the greatest weapon ever forged? What good would I be if I didn't assist my wielder in every possible way? She scoffed, though she chuckled. Candace glanced down at the rings before grabbing a piece of paper and a pen. Alright. Time to get down to business. Did they have..phones? Maybe she should just wing it and make a list and hope things had slang. Or whatever. What was important?
1. Cell phones - skelephones? eyePhones?
2. Boys
3. Girls
4. Transportation? - Scares (Cars?)
5. Mall - Maul, Crawl, Market?
6. Internet - Interwebs
7. Babies - Freaklings
8. Textbooks - Hexbooks
9. School - Cruel
10. Music - Muse-ick
Candace paused, noting she'd skipped over a couple. Boys, girls and babies. Did they even have babies? A look was given to her rings. Well? What? Candace raised a brow. If I cared enough I'd take offense you called babies 'freaklings' at first. How cruel. Though I suppose babies can be rather freaky at times. No, they're not freaklings. I'm sure you can figure it out. You're a smart ghou--girl.
Ah ha! Ghoul? Candace added that to her list.
3. Girl - Ghoul
She supposed that made a little sense. But if girls were ghouls, what were boys? Ghosts? B...b...suddenly Atropos began coughing. Candace blinked. Could weapons get sick?! BOILS She said amidst the coughs and wheezes and hacks. Oh...okay.
2. Boys - Boils
Now for babies...couldn't she just call them freaklings? What else could they be? This was Halloween. ******** it, she'd find something else.
7. Babies - Freaklings Money - Pumpkins?
Almost!
What?
Well, pumpkins are quite cumbersome to carry around. Don't you think so? But there's something smaller that is close to your answer! Candace frowned. Pumpkins...ah..hm. Vines? No. Leaves? No.
7. Babies - Freaklings Money - Pumpkins? Pumpkin seeds?
Ding ding ding~!
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 5:44 pm
"For any of you who read your textbooks," Caelius seemed rather dubious at the average intelligence level of the questions being passed around, "You may remember what I talked about regarding Fear."
A thwack as one arm came down on the table. That shut almost everyone up. "As your weapons may also help clarify, in popular and modern culture, the general human population likes to think of the glorified four year old version of-" airquotes "- Halloween." Did he sound unimpressed? When did he not. "What you will discover, instead, is that this commercialized Halloween is perhaps one of the the most clever pieces of propaganda instigated by our foundation. Humans fear the unknown, and therefore, will accept any truth. Commercial candy, fake costumes, children running around with their parents as we Hunters protect them from what they fail to see right under their eyes, this is the image we have established. We protect others who cannot protect themselves from a reality they cannot even begin to comprehend. And we are asking you as trainees to wake up. We are asking you to embark on this mission and examine the reality of what exactly we have been covering all this time. It looks like you're going to have to try a little harder than bedsheet ghosts and sparkling vampires to understand what Halloween really is, so I recommend you do as much research as possible and actually use your brains."
Perhaps the only thing that gave away how unimpressed the Hunter instructor was by their unenthusiastic looks - or perhaps by Doctor H - was the way he grabbed his name card and crumpled it in one hand. Without a word, adjusting his glasses just slightly, he gave a curt bow to Aria and strode away, giving the giant puddle on the ground a wide berth.
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 7:11 pm
Aria’s cold blue eyes looked to Gale as he asked his question. “If you were paying attention, you would know what your mission objective was. Pay more attention in the future; your life may depend upon it. Furthermore, death hunter, it is your main objective to gather as much intelligence as possible. Please do not hurry to disappoint myself or professor Caelius any more than you already have.”
The next hunter to speak up was a mist hunter. Aria looked at Cass appraising, biting back a wince as she asked her question. Really? “Does it look like I have time to listen to ten items from each of you?” Aria asked, waving her hand to indicate the room. “For you, write an extra ten items down for me.”
Her gaze left Cass to alight next on Jerry. Sun hunter, wasn’t he? At least he appeared to be writing things down. It was amazing how quickly practically all of the gathered trainees materialized paper and pencils when she pointed out their lack of notes. “You will not receive a time of departure,” she answered. “As trainees, you are all expected to be ready at a moment’s notice to jump into action and depart on a mission. To give an exact time and date will encourage procrastination and last-minute preparations. I personally advise all of you to cease whatever leisurely plans you have made and prepare yourselves.”
“For if any of you blow your own cover, it will be your own fault. If any of you blow someone else’s cover, then it will be between you and the other person. But if you blow my cover?” Aria’s voice grew cold as she grinned a not-so-friendly grin. “I highly advise against it. You will not like the consequences.”
Candace’s observations drew a puzzled look from Aria. “You grew up seeing things that other people could not,” she began, “Then you were brought to an island where you killed other people. You saw hellspawned horses, unspeakable horrors, and after all that was done you now hear the voice of another being in your mind. A being that can, right before your eyes, change into a weapon and back into a smaller object again and again. And you’re just now starting to doubt the existence of the enemy? Yes. There is a horror ‘spin’ to just about everything. The more practice you have making and deciphering puns, the easier it will be to move around.”
Aria ignored the mist hunter’s second question, given that it was already answered earlier. Her attention had snapped over to Marcus at this point, who had slammed his hands upon the desk. She narrowed her eyes at him. “By ‘them’ I am going to go out on a limb and assume your classmates. Yes. The next person who talks out of line will get to run laps around the building.”
“Or did you mean...?” The huntress reached for something under her coat, pulling out an object that was already shifting and growing in her hands. She held up what looked to be a flamethrower, one hand resting on top of it and petting it like a favorite pet. “Weapon, partner, friend, minion -- whatever you call them, however you view them? I suggest you take good care of them. My little friend here has saved my hide more times than I can count. This, however, is a lecture for another day.”
“I don’t know how your weapon thinks or speaks: nobody can hear another weapon. Consider this: you are the first person they have been able to interact with in a long time. One year? Two? Ten? I don’t know. All I know is that no two weapons are alike. Bribe them. Work with them. Order them. Do what works.” She shrugged, wordlessly pointing out that it was his problem, not hers.
Then Caelius spoke. And left. “Pretty much,” Aria said after he left, “What he said. If you still have questions, please stay and ask them. If you did your homework in class, then drop them off here before you go. Trainees dismissed.”
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 7:28 pm
Jerry shifted uncomfortably as the attractive Huntress addressed their questions, glowering in the process. He swallowed thickly, but didn't bother to write down notes for the answer to his. Instead, he meekly murmured a "Thank you, Ma'am," As he rose from his seat, tearing his list from his small notebook as he inched towards the door.
He had a lot of research to do, and fast, by the sound of it.
Paper turned in, he bolted for the library before Roar could even fire out an obnoxious reply.
There was no way he'd blow anyone's cover, if he could help it!
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 7:36 pm
Cass turned her attention back to her paper, writing her name at the bottom of it; unlike those in the school system who had a 'NAME: ______' all their lives, Cassandra was grown accustomed to signing her name, though she wrote it in plain script that time, at the bottom of the page.
She then looked at her list.
'Hey, Nicodemus? Are you sure you won't give me the answers?' She had a sort of hopeful look on her face, though this hopefulness seemed to diminish a bit as the voice in her head gave her a firm
NO
Cass snapped, smiling a bit, before she finally jotted down her list on the page of paper.
Boy - Boos? Booys?
Girls- Ghouls? To go with Boos?
Ice Cream - Eye Scream - like eye-pod? Sorta? Maybe?
Currency - Dread-it cards?
Telephone - Telebone? Skellyphone? Skelephone?
JACK <-- Nicodemus yelled this at me. What is it? Is Jack like a god or something?
Fighting - Spiting? IDK. Maybe just fighting.
Mall - ..........
She grimaced at how painful that one was.
'It's 'Maul' isn't it?' she inquired back into her head.
It seemed like the voice shrugged back at her.
I don't know. What is a Mall? he asked back.
"Good god, you don't -.." she bit her lower lip and forced herself to think it this time. 'You don't know what a mall is?? How long have you..h..HOW OLD ARE YOU? MALLS ARE LIKE HUNDREDS OF YEARS OLD... Like shopping centers, outdoor Bazaar-...hmmmm'
Cass slammed her pen back to the paper.
Mall - Maul
Bazaar - Boozar?
Internet - Interwebs...?
Night Light - ...Fright..light?
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Oh hey, she'd listed one too many. Cass beamed, bright as could be, before looking over to see if Marcus had finished HIS list. Maybe they could leave together? Oh, she'd very much like that.
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