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 Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 3:57 pm
Moving over to examine a few things, he noticed Otto with his sunglasses on just staring into space. Moving over, he held his gun up. "Otto, I know that things are rather shitty right now, but if you could maybe try and help clear these spikes, that would be super great." He said in a tone that said he was getting super pissed at people just doing nothing.
"Because, if you don't, we all die over and over again without getting anywhere. I don't think THE SUN..." He shot at the sun. "...is going to give you the answer out of here!"
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 4:03 pm
Shik rolled his eyes as time reverted, hand flexing between a fist and being relaxed. Hell. "Fine," he grumped at Senga, taking wing after him. He didn't understand how Famine could like this sort of place so much. Give him trees any day.
He snickered as a teal haired hunter got knocked away nevertheless.
While his War-Brother moved to touch that odd piece the wizened figure had fiddled with, Shik went to one of the runes and spread his wings, covering it in shadow. He nudged it slightly with a foot as well. "Work, damn you!"
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 4:03 pm
"What are you talking about?" Mark boggled as if they had all lost their mind. He tensed. "Not to uh, discourage your, like, moment here, or anything but um, I kind of like, noticed there are still like, horsemen here. Maybe." He totally missed the part where several Hunters had just saved future him and everyone else's lives and scooted for shelter behind the triangle shape right in the shadows.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 4:06 pm
"Have you tried kicking it?" Suggested a voice to Shik's right that had very much not been there a second earlier. They took a bite of their chocolate bar, dusting some crumbs off their rather impeccable suit. "Persistence is key, patience is a virtue, hope is oh I don't know, hopeful." He gave a slow wink however, towards Aisa.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 4:10 pm
This time, Mimsy did not bother saying anything. She narrowed her eyes at Dakota, glanced at Lucky, and trudged to the sand towards the runes. She hastily undid the buttons on her coat before just giving up and breaking the threads on the remaining two, slipping her arms out of the sleeves. The heat was less daunting, but her pale skin was already suffering in the absence of its shade from the sun.
She crossed to an uncovered rune and dropped her coat on top of it. If they wanted to make their time loop implode, fine.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 4:15 pm
"Huh?" Otto's head titled to the side as Melvin sassed him. "Tch. Fine." The odd colour of the sun was probably nothing big anyway. And if it was, Melvin shot it anyway, right? "Take that, sun." He said mockingly, pointing an index finger at the sky and mimicking a gun shooting, along with a gun shot noise sound effect provided by the disgruntled teen. Otto summoned Tenya, grumbling something under his breath as he swung at a spine, pretending it was Melvin's to keep his spirits up.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 4:22 pm
You are loosing it. Shooting me at the Sun?
Saliva I'm - I'm just - I don't know. I hated Groundhog's day and I hate this.
At least you haven't gotten ripped apart yet. Just a lot of chomping.
THAT'S your silver lining? You are the worst.
And you're just a joy to be with. If I could jump out of a window, I would.
That's not funny, Saliva.
It kinda is. She snickered.
Seeing as Otto was doing something at least, Melvin went to hunt down another spike.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 4:26 pm
Oh the hell with it all. Ceres pretty much just flopped her rear end in the sand and stared at... Wait, Was that person always here? She eyed the person near Shik curiously.  (oops forgot the gif 8D Another one off bingo)
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 4:28 pm
He squawked in surprise, dagger raised at the figure. "The hell-? Who are you?" He wasn't going to kick solid rock, thanks.
Stormy meanwhile passed her coat to another rune since thy seemed to work okay last time...
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 4:30 pm
Jake only frowned at Stormy, but with a sigh, he summoned his own weapons. He supposed. Standing around doing nothing didn't help matters anyways. He just wanted this day to END.
Before he could move, something smacked him, making him stumble forward. Pain-in-the-a** horseman. He'd fight you, but there was no point to that. Not anymore.
Shooting another glare at the horseman who snickered at him, he stepped forward and struck at one of the spikes.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 4:31 pm
Senga watched Shik cover one of the strange pedestals with his wings, his own fluttering and mimicking the odd gesture on another pedestal. If only for - oh what was that stupid human term - kicks. And then there was a voice that definitely had not been there before on the other side of Shikoba.
"Would you like us to?" Senga asked the stranger, raising a brow. "More importantly, would it help?" He gave his wings a flap and leapt onto one of the pedestals, turning to gaze curiously after the stranger at the Heir of Death. What now? To Shikoba, he jabbed him in the side with the tips of his fingers warningly. This guy seemed to know things. No use in killing him yet.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 4:33 pm
The figure rapped the skull end of their perfectly polished cane against Shik rather sharply. "Manners, manners, respect your elders." He broke off a piece of the chocolate bar, offering it to the Horsemen. "Who am I, oh yes that seems to be a rather common question, I get that a lot actually. Who am I. Why are they here? What does it all mean? Humans like to think they're important, and since we are technically created from these Human base sort of emotions, well technically, all we do is exist to fulfill." He shrugged rather casually. "Sorry, old man talk. Habit. By the way are you going to take the chocolate? It's melting."
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 4:38 pm
"Well, to be honest," The figure responded rather genially, making circular motions with one spindly index figure, "I wanted to see you guys do that thing a few more times, I made a bet with Medea you see, to see who wins. We're in a sort of ah, disagreement. Lover's quarrel. I get that a lot too."
They took out a napkin, wiping all the melted chocolate bits away, making a sort of sour face. "Well, that's that. So what will it be, if I would like you to do you something what do you want in return?"
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 4:44 pm
Senga blinked owlishly, mimicking the circular motions of the mans hands with his wings almost thoughtlessly. "That thing - what thing?" He schooled his expression into the barest reminiscence of grudging respect with a wave of self-control. "So Medea is in on this." He gestured with one hand at the arena around them. "Is this our trial then? Whatever this is? And perhaps - " Senga groused, ruffling his wings, the heat beginning to bother him more and more. "If you were a better lover, you might not get that so often."
Senga, shut up.
"You're talking in riddles. What I'd like is answers, but I'd rather know what you're asking first before naming my own desires in return." He shrugged a shoulder. "An eye for an eye - or something of that nature, if we're about to bargain over traded services."
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 4:45 pm
Polishing off his spike, Rep didn't even bother to desummon Tracey, dragging the axe through the sand behind him as he backed off as if in a daze.
What did catch his eye though was a figure nearby. Not in a hunter coat but at the same time not dressed in a way he'd seen any of the ******** ponies dressed either. A suit. A ******** suit in the desert.
He had chocolate. He wanted to ask if there was a vending machine nearby. Some sugar would really be the ******** kick to his system to get out of his hollow mentality where everything felt so ******** distant. Still, he didn't want to kick off another massive ******** battle.
So he just sidled over "discreetly" dragging the enormous weapon behind him like a security blanket.
"Where'd you get that?" he asked, very politely - for Rep anyway.
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