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 Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 9:09 pm
"M-m-maybe I can ah... s-still ch-change divisions, ahahaahha..." Jerry swallowed thickly. He wasn't necessarily joking.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 10:38 pm
"Are you kidding? You were made for offense." He took another look at Jerry's expression, then offered awkwardly, "...It'll be okay. It's just training. We'll have to do worse stuff off-shore where it's really dangerous."
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 12:09 am
"I... I guess.. what... what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, huh?" He smiled weakly, "We'll just um. Maybe it's not as bad as I fear, anyway," He seemed to shrug it off, or at least ignore the issue, "I do hope the quartermaster can do something about my glasses, that's for certain! Come on, and sword polish, and you'll have a very happy weapon. I'm not sure what I could pamper Roar with... but I might see what is recommended. Maybe they have like... Fear biscuits. Like dog-"
You didn't just say that.
"Ahaha... well. Something he might like."
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 9:43 am
The quartermaster, as it turns out, wasn't too far.
Harrison got some oil and polish for the blades, a soft cloth, and some paste for the leather grip. He also asked for a night light, which he pocketed without looking at Jerry.
Desummoned, like he was now, B0nez was a flashdrive. Harrison did not have a computer and wasn't sure what would happen if he stuck B0nez into one. He also had no idea how to maintain a flashdrive. He'd never polished a sword either, but it couldn't be too hard. And B0nez could tell him if it was any good or not.
Walking back, B0nez was still making gargling noises, but worse than that was just the empathetic feeling of sick.
"...Thanks for walking over with me," Harrison said, "if this works, maybe I'll even get a few hours of sleep in before we have to be up tomorrow."
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 10:02 am
Jerry had been given a spare pare of glasses to get him through until his own perscription was made or ordered or however Hunters got things like that delivered. They looked... suspiciously familiar. But no matter, at least he could see a bit better. The Quartermaster had also handed him a fresh uniform and an extra bottle of aloe.
"It's... not a problem at all," Jerry yawned, "I was feeling a bit restless anyway. I do hope that helps your poor partner."
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