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 Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 9:15 am
Yeah, home fries sounded good. "Gonna need another pan," Evan said, picking out four of the biggest potatoes Tuck had peeled. After washing them, he set about cutting them into small cubes while the other man talked. "I don't think every mission's gonna be like that one. That other mission I went on, no one died or anything. Pretty sure I was just asked along to haul that damn book," he finished with a mumble.
The Moon presented an interesting paradox, though. "How are you gonna know who you can trust if you don't put yourself in a position for them to prove it? All this," Evan said, gesturing at the room with the knife, "doesn't mean s**t. You could be the best of friends with everyone on the damn island, but if they don't have your back in the field, it's all for nothing."
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 10:16 am
Evan brought up a point that Tuck had never really considered. There had always been ways for the guys in his unit to work together, prove their worth. Here, he hadn't really had the chance to jump in feet first - except for the last mission, Tuck really hadn't put himself out there, made himself available.
He thought about it as he retrieved another pan for Evan. He set the pan near the Sun before making his way back to the stool.
"I guess part of me hoped that it might just come with time. We're all expected to work together here, strive for the same cause - saving humankind and all that s**t, you know?"
Tuck crossed his arms over his chest and scratched at the stubble on his chin.
"People're a lot more volatile around here. I heard tell that some spars end up with people shacked up in the infirmary for days - I ain't that kind of guy, we ain't here to fight one another, we're here to save the world."
He dipped his head in a nod.
"Guess you got a point, though. I get the feelin' we're gonna be balls deep in trouble more often than not - and I don't want to Moon for someone that might stab me in the back, y'know?"
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 11:48 am
Evan nodded his thanks at Tuck for the pan, measuring some butter into it and turning the heat on. He lifted the other pan and carefully tilted it over the new one, letting the liquid that had accumulated drip into it. "Way I hear it," Evan said, dumping the potatoes into the new pan, "time's not really a luxury we have. Hell, we may not make it past recruits, ourselves. Case in point, you ever seen any old people on the island? Old hunters?" He paused for a moment to let that sink in, poking around some cupboards until he found some salt and pepper.
"See, you and me," he continued as he seasoned the potaotes, "we're different. We know what the greater good is, we know what it costs, and we know what it's like to put our asses on the line for it. You put a bunch of civilians who think they know better in the same situation, it's everyone for themselves. Suddenly, everyone's just fighting as hard as they can to prolong the inevitable. Not that I'm excusing it, by any means--you're right, fighting the monsters is why we're here--just saying that sometimes it might be easy to forget what you're fighting for when you're clinging so hard to life."
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 6:18 pm
Tuck exhaled slowly as he watched the steam rise from the pans.
"What kinda ******** up organization brings in kids? Stormy can't be more'n ... seventeen, tops - and Heidi just turned 18. I mean, granted, we're all hyped up on the juice that our weapons make or some s**t, but.. they're just kids."
He suddenly felt decades older than his twenty years.
"I mean, I get it. I been through this game before, seen some ugly s**t. It never leaves you. Sticks with you forever, right here," he tapped his chest before idly ******** with his dog tags. "S'part of the reason I didn't hesitate. Kept thinkin' of my sister, my parents. Let them think I was some casualty of war, it was easier that way."
Tuck shook his head.
"I don't ********' know, man. Maybe you're right. Life is short." He was silent for a moment, eyes moving from the pans up to Evan's profile.
"Don't make it any easier."
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 7:52 pm
Evan chuckled as he checked the progress of the pans, poking at things with a spatula to see how done the ingredients were. "The United States military," he answered. "You can enlist and learn how to kill and die at 17. Same concept here, only instead of luring kids in with the promise of honor and glory, it's fighting monsters with freaky weapons. Like a video game, or something. Makes it more appealing to kids. Clever marketing, too."
/Hey--/ Gir started to protest, but stopped to consider if he should be offended or not. /You're a freaky weapon!/ He shouted anyway.
"I don't think it's gonna get any easier," Evan said, barely above a mutter, as he poured the eggs into the first pan.
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 8:22 pm
Tuck grunted.
"I dunno, man. Maybe some of them join for a second chance at s**t, or the promise that the monsters or shadows or ******** won't torment 'em anymore, you know?"
Not that he was speaking from experience. Nope, not at all.
He was quiet as he pensively watched Evan poke at the food, his mood turning slightly dark.
"I know it ain't gonna get any easier," he rumbled sourly, shaking his head as he reached up to scratch his shoulder. "I guess there ain't no sense in dwelling on it. We're all here now. Can't do anything to change that except die, I s'pose."
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 9:04 pm
"Now you're starting to get it," Evan said with an approving nod. He prodded the eggs carefully, making sure that it had all cooked up. Seemingly satisfied, he turned the burners off. "Chow's on."
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 9:42 pm
Tuck rose to his feet and gathered a few plates and some silverware. He wasted no time in holding the plates out so that Evan could dish up. There was an appreciative grumble that sounded from his stomach, and all serious conversation was forgotten in lieu of grub.
"Pile it on, man," Tuck jimmied his plate. "I'm starvin'. Ain't had a real meal since I rolled out of the pod."
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 9:50 pm
"Me neither," Evan said as he cut the scramble down the middle and carefully slide half on each plate. He gave Tuck the better half of the potatoes; there was pie and jello, too, after all. "So glad I won't have to choke down any more of the s**t they've been feeding us."
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 7:14 am
Tuck grabbed a fork, his plate and a pie and carried it all back out to the mess hall, promptly nabbing the nearest seat.
"Don't let anyone else find out, man. Our little secret."
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 4:27 pm
Evan took his own plate and utensils, along with the jello and the rest of the pie, and followed Tuck out, taking the seat across from him.
"Oh, my lips are sealed. I won't tell anyone that you're the best damn potato peeler on the island," Evan replied, nodding solemnly.
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 11:27 am
Tuck rolled his eyes but didn't say anything as he was entirely too busy shoveling food into his mouth at an alarming rate.
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 9:05 am
and then they ate breakfast and tuck did the dishes cuz he didn't cook and no sex was had the end
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