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 Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 10:35 pm
"Anti-hero." Mark corrected, "you got your trope wrong. Well, I mean you personally are, and I would say most people here are more like, villain material, or evil henchmen, or just like those random npcs where you enter a town and never talk to them because they sell shoes and you never equip shoes because your armour is a full outfit piece. You should really blog about your life, I'm sure like, someone on the island would read it for entertainment."
"Well, whatever like, you're safe. For now. Our division is all about prevention and stuff so like, this shi... take mushroom doesn't happen again." It only took about two minutes for Mark to forget his Jedi code. "When it happens it happens and then I get to say I told you so." He patted the box several times just to prove how big his epeen was. "What's wrong with training anyway I thought you guys like, liked hitting things and stuff. Not like, getting enough excitement?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 10:46 pm
Rep wasn't well versed in tropes or he might have argued that he was something glamorous and probably obviously wrong in every way. He liked arguing on behalf of delusional things in the hope that some day in some small way he might absorb it and become what he wanted to be. It hadn't happened yet but eventually it would, he was sure. "Most people here are ******** morons." he said irritably. "Shoe salesmen are a good ******** simplification. Or maybe like those like, npcs you talk to and then it completely ******** up everything and the next thing you know you have a missingno and nae troosers."
He did not look even slightly reassured at the fact he was safe for the present. "I'm always safe. For Now. Now isn't very ******** long around here." he scowled. "And there's plenty wrong with training. There's only so much like ******** training dummy attacking someone can ******** do before they go mental. Its boring. And all the new cunts are like, super up their own arses." he rubbed his temples. "I can't stand the ******** positivity, it's killing me."
And true to whining form he added. "Don't even ******** start me on the problems hitting things have caused me."
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 11:02 pm
Mark, being much more acute than Rep, immediately picked up on the here comes a really ******** long story vibe. Considering that even Dwight had an issue offloading problems on Mark, Rep couldn't even begin to measure on the Death Assistant's asympathetic armour of asympathy.
"So..." he trailed off, scratching his head to fill the gap of time, "you want .... another job? I mean like, Otto left and stuff, so I guess you could be the next assistant assistant the last guy quit because he wanted equal job right treatment or something, I mean if you're not looking for job equity and stuff it's like, a great job."
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 11:07 pm
Rep's eyebrows went up very high at the mention of a job. It was unfortunate but his reaction to perceived purpose and by extension power was not all that far off his spouse's reaction to money. Training endlessly for battles that did not seem to come frequently enough or came while he was restricted or chained in other ways was not direction enough.
Besides, assistant assistant sounded important.
"Sounds good to me." he said. "Its no like I'm doing anything ******** else around here other than getting into trouble when I get too bored to live."
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 11:11 pm
Mark nearly lost his playing it cool elbow position on top of the box, just barely regaining composure. "Wait what - like, seriously?"
He didn't wait for a second confirmation. "Okay six am, tomorrow, at the boss's office on the dot. You gotta," the air quotes went up, "earn it." Winky winky face. It probably meant I got you covered bro, but it might have also meant I'm just about to screw you over for the ten millionth time.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 7:07 am
Rep faltered uncertainly for a moment, raising a brow at Mark. It was probably some horrible ******** catch, probably. But at this point, everything in Deus was a horrible ******** catch, there wasn't much you could do without it. Even buying s**t out of the vending machines was a gamble, some c**t who thought they were a comedian had taken to putting granola bars in every second bar. He didn't even get to reconfirm his resignation to his fate before the deal was sealed.
"Six AM." he said grimly. "Is this just ******** morning division?" he shook his head. "Never mind. I'll be there anyway, and I just ******** hope earn it doesn't mean get chopped into a million pieces."
When he did show up the next day, he looked as tired as he felt.
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