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 Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 10:10 pm
Sometimes Rep heard what he wanted, his own mental translator taking comments and the world around him and running it all through a Rep-tinted filter of values and ideas - this was one of those times. Melvin's polite request not to use healing on him, somewhere along the processing line became a rejection of the help he'd tried to give, became an insult, twisted itself into some sort of slight on Rep being too touchy, became wrapped up again in the old definitions of manliness. He'd just grabbed some other guy like a homo and used ******** healing magic on him rather than punching his lights out. He didn't react well. Looking stunned for a moment as he took two steps back from the other man.
<< I knew it was a ******** stupid idea, I knew it. I don't know why I even ******** try. I should have just attacked him with the usual thing, ******** knocked him out, showed him who was boss. >>
< William I..>
<< YOU SHUT UP. THIS WAS YOUR ******** IDEA OKAY. I TOLD YOU IT WOULD GO WRONG. >>
<...>
He dismissed the axe with a glance and looked back to Melvin, his expression angry and wild as he fought with the desires to attack the other man again, finish it off, or to just leave before the sting the words had had became evident. "My name is Rep." he stated, his tone cold and bereft of the almost friendly tone he'd had mere moments before.
"And don't ******** worry. It was a mistake. I won't be using it on anyone again. The only person who ******** deserves it is me. I forgot temporarily this island is full of ungreatful ******** shitheads. Just because you can't ******** handle fighting with a real man doesn't mean you need to ******** make s**t weird. Whatever man. ******** you and ******** your stupid weapon."
"Shut the ******** UP." he snarled aloud as he turned on his heel to stalk away, stopping only to pick up his coat and shirt, donning neither.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 10:28 pm
Then things got weird. It was already clear that this man had moodswings that flipped back and forth like a pendulum, from being a bro to being off his rocker, but it was rather exhausting and downright pointless to predict. Whatever triggers he had, Melvin was setting them off, and while he felt he had made it clear that he didn't mean any offense, it still was taken. Now he KNEW he had been nice and calm when he said it, but somehow things got messed up terribly. Really badly, and the guy who had just been showing him a thing or two about weapons, to which he did learn a lot despite the approach, was now grabbing his things as if Melvin had just kicked his favorite puppy.
Stunned for a moment, he watched as Rep gathered his stuff.
What the ******** just happened?
Woah. Your boilfriend is mad.
Grabbing his sweater and bottled water, he moved after the other. "Woah. Woah. Wait. Wait. Wait."
If it was one thing he was good at, it was catching up. He might have been able to pick up Tracey, but he could run rather well, and managed to move alongside the man.
"You got it all wrong.I said 'No Offense." I didn't MEAN to make it weird, and I am grateful. You taught me a lot more about weapons, which I think it rather important considering they seem to be a big status symbol here, and I need to know these things. I wouldn't even know about the shield or healing or charges training on my own. Thank you. Seriously." He really wanted to drive that nail home with this guy and prove he wasn't ungrateful for his actions. Honestly!! What the ******** was wrong with this guy?!
He moved in front of him and stopped. "But you need to get something. When I ASK politely not to use a weapon on me,it's not you. You're fine. You're cool, kay?" The man had a ego and he was going to feed it a bit if it called his a** down. "I am just new, and I grew up not liking shadows, so when someone says one just....poured itself in me in some magic way, that freaks me out a bit. I don't like shadows touching me. I don't want them near me, and I really am still getting used to having to work with one." He held his hand out in a HALT and Calm Down motion, hoping the guy would just stay to hear him out.
"Now I've been on one mission only, and if I could heal the people that were dropping like rocks all around me, then I would have and I'm sure a lot of people would like you to do the same thing. Just touching someone making them feel right as rain seems really awesome and useful. I get how it could be used in a fight. I get it. I'm just not... comfortable with shadow creatures. NOT YOU. Shadows." He wanted to make that VERY CLEAR to the guy. "Okay. I'm new and not used to monsters and weapons and their weird magic. You might be because you've been here a while. I can tell." He placed his hand to his own chest. "But I'm not used to this, and I never liked shadow things near me. Okay?"
He stood there, hoping things were fine. "Are we cool?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 11:08 pm
Jacket in hand, Rep turned to glare coldly at the other man, slightly hunched like a bristling wild animal, he still wanted to lash out, wanted to make the other hunter leave him alone. To stop talking to him when he felt so vulnerable and furious, but for whatever reason, he resisted and simply glared, tense but listening as the other man explained.
He didn't move or react an inch for his entire speech, as Melvin explained that it wasn't Rep's fault, it was the shadows of the ability that set him off and that it was them to blame for him being so objectionable to them being used. He didn't know whether to believe him or not, if this was just some very tactical backtracking on the part of a clever life hunter. Still, it sounded honest, and even searching for every sign of potential dishonesty, he wasn't getting any vibes that he was being lied to or spun a yarn.
Still, he'd been stung, and with Rep, one single sting was enough to set him back a long time in terms of progress. His reaction was gruff and non-committal.
"Aye."
It wasn't the guy's fault, he was aware of that, but knew it wouldn't be easy for him to do it again.
"Its fine. Later and s**t." he waved him off, heading staggeringly in the direction of the showers, he felt he needed it and then to just skulk in the room for a bit. "Maybe work on that aim a bit."
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 11:39 pm
It was not the reaction he was hoping for, but he really didn't want to exhaust himself explaining something very basic and simple to someone who had the biggest case of man PMS he had seen. Then again, Rep did say they were lunatics here, and he was now getting that this was not a joke.
When he was given a sort of brief understanding, he stepped aside and let the Sun walk off, hearing the mumbled advice at the end. "I'll do that." Okay, so the guy was still pissy, but Melvin wasn't about to sit down and stroke his hair until he felt better. First off, it looked greasy, and second, he wasn't THAT caring.
What counted was that he made his point and the man at least listened. Done. He wasn't jumping emotional therapy hoops for anyone, and to be frank, he felt a grown man who could heave a massive axe should have enough balls to get over s**t.
That done, he watched him go and breathed out. "I'm the only ******** sane person here."
You are, cause you seem pretty nuts to me.
Says the talking worm voice in my head. He pointed out, and shook his head. If he wasn't sane, guys like Rep were really drive him off the deep end.
Sighing, he started to walk off, in need of a shower and some time alone where he knew he'd gain some sanity.
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