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 Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 4:10 pm
Rep wasn't sure why he expected things to work. Every single time he braced himself for some wonder of science and discovery and every time something completely horrible happened. And even as the box fell apart, there was a good ******** chance that next time he would make the same mistake all over again.
He could only look on in wide eyed horror and fascination as all the viscera and bits started crawling around and away. It was so absurd that it hit on some nervous sort of amusement buried deep in him. Incredulity that these things really happened in his life and that he really had just watched everything run the ******** away.
The stifled laughter completely died a death however as he found the Death lead's very judging blue gaze on him. He withered in posture and expression, trying to look completely innocent and also apologetic at the same time.
"Was that...supposed to happen sir?" he asked, carefully.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 4:15 pm
For the nth time today, Rep was thrown out the window, thus signalling that that was not supposed to happen and perhaps that he should regain favours by actually collecting all the scattered pieces.
How Rep psychically knew he should collect the scattered pieces was obviously because he knew everything including Caelius's exact inner thoughts and feelings and what he was about to say, but also because about five seconds later he received a text that just said "fifteen minutes" and it really didn't take too much of a genius to figure out what that meant.
Also in the distance was Mark trying to coax the stray hand into a Runic net.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 4:27 pm
Untangling himself from the ungainly heap he'd landed in after bouncing off of the trampoline, Rep ran a hand through his lop-sided hair. His first thought was that he was free, he had escaped whatever responsibility he had and that Mark would have to clean up all of the mess. He was about to head back to his room when he received the ominous text and furrowed his brow.
"Well, s**t." he said, wiping some of the slime off of himself - and trying not to think what kind of biohazard he presently was.
He took his time heading over to Mark, trying to wander up behind the feral hand (he still could not believe it was running around) and spook it into the net.
"Do you have any more of those?" he asked, pointing at the net. "Or am I going to have to catch ******** roaming body parts with my hands or a ******** pokeball?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 4:41 pm
Mark looked startled. "How did you know about the pokeball thing?"
He shook the net a bit, and then threw it poorly at the base of the tree. The hand, startled, split into long black tendrils, resembling a very long spider with flesh pieces at the ends, and began to crawl away.
"My lair of doom," he started, "there's a bunch more nets. Just get a few and like, throw it over them and bring them back to me." Baneful You now have full permission to invade rps that are happening on Deus. You'll need to invade 4 rps where a flesh spider piece makes its cameo (head, legs, torso, arm) and have Rep subdue it (just rp capturing it however you wish with the net). Once you are done you can come back to this thread!
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 1:19 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 8:52 pm
In the time it had taken Rep to gather all loose articles of mutating body, Mark had already assembled box attempt number five, and was currently wedging his share of the found parts into what he guaranteed truly was going to work this time. The box that is, not something else that that resulted in him holding the island record of the most date rejections ever. It was a good thing Mark was a creative artist and not for example, some guy who had seriously lost control of his life and his hobbies in a state of delusion, because delusion and denial was obviously a rare trait amongst Hunters.
"So," continued the Death assistant casually, after all the parts had been thrown into the box net and all, and the box didn't seem to be exploding or collapsing any time soon. Said box thumped a few times more. There were a few more thumps, struggles, then everything stopped. Thankfully it was also green ichor-less. "how was your day?"
It was also to be noted that the Death lead was gone, probably really not in the mood to wait for Rep and/or Mark to potentially if ever, get their act together.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 9:09 pm
Rep eyed the new box with wary concern, keeping a decent distance from it just in case it, you know, exploded into awful green s**t again. Instead he tried to keep mostly Mark between himself and it.
Even as he replied to Mark, he didn't take his eyes off the box - because that was usually when the really dangerous s**t happened.
"Eh. It was ******** crazy." Rep said "Thanks to you and Cael. I fell in the pool chasing a ******** arm and got punned at by Jordan. Drive by ******** punning."
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 9:20 pm
Mark, because he had probably a shred of even less decency than Rep, was already busy texting Dwight about how Rep was a whiner. He looked up from his cell phone and interjected, mostly because he really wasn't asking how Rep's day actually was more and more using it as an excuse to try distract him from how much the Death assistant had messed up. "Oh, well, you know, stuff happens, and like, stuff."
Long awkward silence.
"Soooo," he continued, hitting the box one more time to make sure this one was working. It seemed to be. "Welp, that's uh. That's that." Silence. "You can go now."
Just as it was clear that nothing else quite that exciting or eventful was going to happen that day, the Death assistant's head suddenly snapped up. "Oh wait! How is your- your thingy? You know that thing?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 9:30 pm
Nothing happened, it was probably the first time in ages that nothing had. He dared to exhale.
When he was dismissed he decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth.
He had even about-faced and was about to head out of the room when he paused and looked at Mark. There was a moment where he cycled through perturbed, then concerned and then simply puzzled.
"My thingy?" There were a lot of things that Mark could potentially be referring to, he after all had 99 problems. "Gonna have to be more specific than that. I have a lot of thingys I doubt you ******** care about."
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 9:49 pm
Mark looked about as confused as Rep. "You're the one who asked me about the thingy, why are you asking me about what you're asking for?"
Programmer's logic.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 9:52 pm
Rep joined Mark in the unclosed loop of confusion.
"I.. I was asking what the ******** was going on around here and if I could help..." he wasn't sure if he had helped very much, though it consoled him if he told himself he'd averted some kind of catastrophe.
"I think. Was that the thingy?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 9:58 pm
Mark boggled, and just stared at him, casually propping an elbow (it took two attempts) on the box. "You, and I quote this, came into my office at my time of greatest need and said, and again, quoting this, because I don't swear because Jedi code and stuff," air quotations, "'Shithead, I have questions' about, and quoting this again, 'all the s**t that is going on' and I thought I'd answer some of your thingies because of my Jedi code and stuff and moral obligations and because I am modestly a genius."
A long pause. "Am I the only person on the island who hasn't lost their mind?!"
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 10:04 pm
Rep gave Mark a nonplussed look, followed by a heavy sigh of resignation. Talking to the death assist was always complicated. "I ******** forgot half of what I was going to ******** ask running around on errands after ******** zombie nightmares."
He crossed his arms huffily. "I was asking about the runestone I got sent after, what its all ******** tied to, what the ******** black crystals were all about."
His expression turned critical at the mention of Mark's sanity. "You didn't lose it cause nae c**t wanted it probably."
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 10:12 pm
"Oh," the Death assistant began, and it was obvious he was being evasive even having only replied with a single word so far, "the uh, those. Stuff. Important things. You know how like, sometimes you want to do a thing but then you don't, but then you like, do and then some things happen, and you're like oh no, but then you realize everything is okay and that is future you's problem. Yeah. That."
Mark gave Rep the critical eye, deflecting the question, "Since when did you become so interested in that stuff anyway?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 10:26 pm
Rep hadn't really expected a straight answer, he wasn't really sure if Mark was even physically capable of straight answers or if nature had just crafted him so bendy that it gave him uncanny survival potential in addition to making him an infuriating b*****d. Still, hope sprung eternal and Rep couldn't help being just a little disappointed.
"So we are living in future us problems?" he didn't really understand what had been said and dismissed it as just Mark being slippery.
"I'm no interested in it like. In a Life division ******** way. I don't want to write a ******** novel. I just want to know what way the ******** wind's blowing so I can keep myself and maybe ******** Ace safe. And if I can help out along the way then whatever. At least its doing something that isn't just ******** training and pretending to be some kind of ******** hero."
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