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 Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 6:22 pm
“… I guess so? I can’t really get any information, so… they might have just been telling me that to be spooky.” He said carefully. He had a curious look on his face when Otto said he’d seen one of them try and kill another, it was unnerving. That others would talk about offing people, like it was nothing too… “For all that, you seem a decent fella. I guess though that…well, some of the monsters look, almost human that I’ve seen so far, obviously not all, but still. I guess that would do something to your head.”
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 6:28 pm
"A lot of the so called monsters I met acted more like decent human beings than actual humans." He murmured darkly.
"I used to be in Death. I helped weaponize a few of them. Knowin' that I... well... It's just.." It ate at him. He left that behind, as well as so many other unsettling things that made him want to run.
"It's the Horsemen that need to be stopped. Usin' Halloween kids helps us do that. But, it's not a cost I wanna be a direct part of."
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 4:09 pm
Zac looked thoughtful about that information, and then nodded slightly. “That… Horsemen are –worse- than that thing in the house?” He asked cautiously. He’s heard a little from his fellow Sun Hunters, after his first run in with ‘it’, the idea of anything worse seemed hard to believe. Now he knows it can take you over like a marionette… He’s no longer sure there is a limit to ‘ways things can get worse.’
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 4:51 pm
"That thing in there sucks. But the Horsemen are worse. Given the chance and the time, they will ******** you up royal." Otto assured him without hesitation. "Maybe sometimes at the same level of pure evil."
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 5:06 pm
“I take it you’ve either fought one, or seen the results of someone going against one.” He looked at his hands thoughtfully. “… hm… I think Ever ran into one, He’s the dude from the other end of my hall. I visited him in the Infirmary.” “I’m probably ******** in the head, to be wondering what the hell we did to piss off shadow b***h that she’s got such a damned hard on for stabbing us.”
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 5:11 pm
"You could say that.." Otto murmured, rubbing the back of his neck. His scar never healed nicely. It had been scratched at and worn so much during the healing process, and even after. It would never look good. "Long time ago me an a few other hunters had the pleasure of getting captured by them. Spent a month or so in their Sahara lair." He mumbled all of this, almost wishing no one could hear; most already knew. "They play mind tricks, mostly. But theres some scars that'll never go away thanks to them. We're like toys to them." "With shadow b***h, it's probably personal." And had little to do with the two of them.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 5:38 pm
He let out a soft whistle and shook his head. “Glad you’re out.” He said quietly. He knew that tone of voice. That ‘don’t bring it up again, if anyone brings it up its me’ tone. He’s got enough of those tones of his own. “Cheers… to scars and living long enough to get them I guess.”
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 5:56 pm
Otto nodded his head to the toast. He didn't voice it, but he often wondered if surviving was really for the best anymore. Each scar and nightmare took pieces away and replaced them with blurry fogs. He ran on vapours of his former self. He missed the clear head and snappy temper of his teenage self. He was only 20 years old, but he felt like an old man somedays.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 6:29 pm
“Hey… Stupid moody s**t has been taken over… that is my department now, move on old man.” Zac bumped his shoulder lightly into Otto’s to tease. “yeah… I gotta take you to New Zealand, You’d like it there. “
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 6:35 pm
Otto gave the man a glare, but otherwise the moody aura had been pushed away for now. "For sure. It'd be fun." It would be a temporary escape. Maybe he'd learn to swim a little stronger without fear of tentacles coming to drown him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2015 4:45 am
“Right! I’ll hold you to that then.” He grinned. “Maybe we’ll even take in a Rugby game!” "We can even set up a cook out, be great."
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2015 12:22 pm
"What's rugby?" Otto asked without hesitation, a blank look on his face.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2015 5:31 pm
The expression on Zac's face was something on Par with someone whom had just been asked. 'What is chocolate' or 'What is ice cream' "Right...." He said after a long moment. "... saving for tickets to an Black's game." He shook his head slowly from side to side. "Bloody hell mate."
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2015 5:55 pm
Otto looked offended. "What?" He asked in a huff. "I mean I probably heard of it but I dunno what it is. Like fancy football or somethin'?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2015 6:02 pm
“Way… better than ‘Football’ which, by the way…” He started to say something and then stopped himself with a shake of his head. “American Football, uses a lot more padding than Rugby for a start. I’ll maybe get you a book on it but, trust me it’s a lot better to watch! I’ll explain on the fly I swear mate. We’ll grab a beer and some bloody awful stadium food and watch them tear up the field.”
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