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 Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 11:58 am
Lucky looked up for a moment from his book, nearly made eye contact with Sam, and turned right back to his book. Unlike a minute before, the words were nothing more than random scrambled letters. That was it for his concentration, then.
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 12:06 pm
Melvin was watching Rep, Harrison, a woman he only vaguely recalled seeing about, and another hunter chat. Then he saw Rep and Harrison point at their scars, then take defensive stances. It wasn't hard to figure out what they were talking about, and he moved in with his cup of coffee to listen in while everyone explained the highs and lows of missions. Seemed the kid before them was a green newbie and it made him think of his fist mission. Back then, he wished he had people telling him what he should be doing instead of being thrown into the horsemen lair to help rescue a few lost hunters.
He continued sipping his coffee before looking at Rep, wondering how he would feel about being a Lifer on this mission instead of a Sun.
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 1:03 pm
Otto had poked at his food wearily, flinching when it almost seemed like it was going to bite him. It wiggled like an evil Jello mould. Suddenly he wasn't hungry anymore. The blond looked up as Sam seemed to recruit the lot of them for a Horsemen mission. The mere mention of Horsemen made his blood boil. Otto was not stupid enough to seek vengeance actively, but anything he could do to put a dent in their plans lit a fire under his a**. He slid his plate of questionable meat aside and stood up, eyeing his lunch partner as if waiting for her to join him.
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 1:07 pm
Ofelia was totally down for missions, even more so when they involved breaking horsepeople into pieces. She'd never forgive them for what they'd done to the Island, not to mention leaving scars on her body, so a chance to go out on vacation and deal with them?
The redhead was so glad it was close to her birthday because this must have really been an early present. Also getting a better kitchen was also top notch. Ofelia seriously hoped somewhere along the way there'd be a cake to celebrate.
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 1:12 pm
Sam was unfortunately busy one-shotting an Insanity Turkey to hear the enthusiasm in everyone's voice (not that she really cared otherwise she wouldn't even be here). By the time she arrived with one extremely gangly Mark that looked like they got into a fight with well, an Insanity Turkey, a few Life techs had also arrived some some equipment, to which she simply began gearing up.
She stopped halfway between putting on her gloves. "Really, you're going to set up a portal here?"
Chagrined, the Life techs moved to set up a portal instead, closer to the actual kitchen.
"Well, gear's all here, get your headsets, so on so forth, let's get ready to roll." The Death Hunter shrugged. "Personally, I prefer the Sahara over E-coli." She stepped through the portal, dragging Mark (and his box of equipment) after her.
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 1:14 pm
Gale decided he hated life.
And Caelius, since the two were somewhat connected.
[ exit ]
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 1:15 pm
Wait. Did Mark just say the Sahara? Deryk visibly paled. But now it was too late.
(exit)
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 1:22 pm
Ami, on the other side of the table, had been sipping he regularly scheduled tea as she watched Otto with a mother's eye, frowning lightly at his horrible table manners. "Don't play with your food. I told you not to get it, so reap what you've sown."
Sam busted into the room and began pointing at hunters left and right, one of those nice little fingers going towards Ami's visage. She rolled her eyes and began to say a word of protest when Sam announced they didn't have a choice. Ami sat on the words for a while, debating the merits of playing her specialization cards (a little shout of "oh no I already have work to do" maybe?). Then she reconsidered; if Sam wasn't giving an opt out option it was probably important.
She slid next to Otto and froze at the mention of horsemen. Emotions that seldom crossed her face in public streaked forth, terror written blatantly on her face. Her eyes scanned the room for fellow survivors, falling on Wash. She shot him a look of worry, but was at least relieved to find that Sasha and Rin were nowhere present- at least, not that she could see. Then again, she was short. They might've been somewhere in the crowd. Not to mention there were still three of them here.
Instead of dutifully accepting as she normally would, Ami bowed behind Otto somewhat. She didn't dare touch him, but whispered, "Otto ..." What could she say? What could she possibly say that he wasn't thinking already? They were totally and completely screwed.
She couldn't find her feet to move them. They seemed glued to the floor. "What do we do?" her voice cracked. She didn't want to leave Deus, to leave Lex, to leave her home for uncertainty. She didn't want to go to the Sahara. Unfortunately for Ami, a hunter never got the chance to choose what they wanted.
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 1:25 pm
Al went very quickly from ready to rock and roll to wanting to wet himself all over again as the party shifted to portals. He swallowed hard and then made the leap of faith....
[Exit]
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 1:27 pm
Sahara.Otto's... favorite... place... Only not at all. His gaze flicked to the side in lieu of actually looking at Ami, since she had ducked behind him. "We go, obviously." He responded in as even a voice as was natural for him.
"Just...." He turned his head some more, enough to look down at the short female behind him. "Uh.."
He hesitated to say 'stay close by'. His manly pride didn't allow it. He'd buried that fear and pain so deep down he almost let himself believe it no longer existed. Horsemen did not frighten him. It never happened..
"..yeah.." Otto rubbed his neck, grabbed some gear, and headed toward the portal. If need be he'd glare at Ami long enough to get her to follow. Walking backwards. Into the portal. Glaring.
[[Exit]]
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 1:32 pm
Watching Otto steel himself over, Ami forced to do the same. She sunk to a place she thought she'd left behind. Monotony characterized her movements, expressionless face following behind Otto's glare.
This was nothing. They would not hurt her. If they did, it was her line of work. Damn she thought she'd moved past this.
[ exit ]
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 1:33 pm
Well. It looked like it was time to go. Cass clamped her hand around Nicodemus and sighed deeply.
Hopefully we don't find....
And then it was off through the portal.[[EXIT]]
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 1:39 pm
The plan, whatever it was, seemed to be setting into motion. Mimsy stood and straightened her sleeves before irritably glancing at Dakota. " Well?" She moved to snatch up a headset and follow the others out of the cafeteria and into the Sahara. [exit]
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 1:42 pm
Oh. The Desert of Death. How wonderful. Madison sighed heavily, took one last swig of her coffee, and summoned her weapon. Kouki settled around her, the weight of the scabbards reassuring as she went through the portal.
[[Exit~]]
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 1:54 pm
The last time Ceres was in the sahara....
She did not even want to think about it.
As if a drone took ahold of her body she straightened up, and walked towrds the boxes of equipment. Headphones.... runic weapons she was clearanced for.... check. Self, check. Sanity? ...Long gone. Looking around she took her scarf and wrapped it around her face a few times to try and keep the sand out. Clenching her fist and relaxing it a few times, she darted into the portal.
[exit]
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