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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2016 6:00 pm
"I wouldn't want to talk to everyone listening if I didn't know who was listening," Micah said, either ignoring or not realizing the fact that using Twitter was similar, if not the same, as what he was saying. "Oh. That sounds useful. That what you do as a hunter?" he asked, sounding interested.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2016 2:47 pm
"Nah, I think it's a 'help I'm surrounded, please save me' kind of measure. Like an SOS call." He'd never used it, nor had he heard anyone use it. Horace had, however, been told to use it if he encountered weird s**t on his mapping missions and couldn't portal out. In retrospect, maybe he should have tried that in the forest. Well, too late now. He finished off his soda. "Hunters usually pick a specialty when they are full hunters. Like Jordan, he's a sun hunter, he trains people in heavy weapons. Some don't have specialties. I just got picked for it cuz I was death and I was free, mostly. Doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it; I did. Was pretty good at it, for the most part. Why - you already thinking of doing something in particular?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2016 6:32 pm
"Makes sense, ok then," Micah agreed. He finished off the bag of chips and put it aside, retrieving his soda. "Like emergency measures in the field, huh." "I dunno." He shrugged. "Mostly I'm good at repairing s**t and I hear that's what Moons do anyway, so that's not like a specialty or anything. Maybe I'll figure something out later. I don't mind doing the noob jobs, I'm still the new guy."
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2016 10:17 am
"Not every moon repairs stuff," he pointed out. "Some heal and some focus on protecting offensive fighters. Or even getting civilians out of harm's way. I hear a lot of time a moon and sun will pair up for like... life for fighting purposes. Most other divisions don't pair up like that - well, it wouldn't make sense for them to do so," he admitted. Horace thought that suns working with a particular moon was practical and also kind of vaguely romantic, even if there was no actual romance between the people. It was kind of sad other divisions had no reason to do that kind of pairing off. It seemed, no matter how hard he or circumstances tried, the bit of him that was a hopeless, silly romantic lived on. Ugh. Horace made a face. "So yeah, do what you're good at and stuff. I dunno. I've never even really talked to my division head - I think you gotta make an impression in order to specialize, so maybe that's right out for me." He shrugged awkwardly and re-tied his hair up in a loop.
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2016 9:39 am
"I'm not real good at fighting yet," Micah admitted. "I'm practicing," he added hastily. He didn't have any illusions about his competence. He could flail Nova around, but he wasn't a fighter yet. He wouldn't be a very good partner, especially on defense; he couldn't block things very well, and Nova's charge was just as likely to hurt him as whatever he was fighting. I work on that, Nova said, and she actually sounded a little sorry. "I'm pretty good at fixing things," Micah said, and scuffed his foot along the bedspread absently, not noticing Horace's apparent embarrassment. "I like working with my hands."
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2016 7:29 pm
"Practicing never ends. I wasn't very good in the beginning either - still not great," he said, relieved that Micah hadn't picked up on his discomfort. It was becoming glaringly obvious that the other man was prone to obliviousness. Not always a bad thing, he thought. That very obliviousness made Horace relax a bit. "We can always spar again..." he trailed off hopefully. Spars were the perfect relaxation in his mind. He had to pause for a moment. "Working with your hands. I see." His voice deliberately held a leer and then, abruptly, he dropped it. "What kinds of stuff did you fix?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2016 2:44 pm
You'd like that too much, but Micah didn't say it, because as much as Horace liked to be a pain in the a** Micah sort of liked him and he didn't want the guy to think he was really refusing, so instead he said, "Ok, I guess I need the practice," but with enough of a grumble to his voice to let Horace know that this was an imposition, really. Nova laughed. Micah ignored her with as much dignity as he could muster. He ignored the leer pointedly, and said, "I did a bunch of construction. Not an electrician or anything fancy, just putting s**t together and making it work." He sounded a little proud of himself, and he was; he'd never been a great performer in school, and he'd never had the attendance or personality for team sports, but he could fix things and make things.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2016 3:09 pm
He snorted. "You sound like you want me to beg for it, Micah." Horace did not have much pride, but he had some, and he'd never go that far. Spars were never as fun if the other party wasn't into it as well. "I hate to disappoint you, but I don't beg. Well, for that, at least." He shook his head and stretched out his legs across the bed with a satisfied noise, careful not to upset the laptop. "Like construction on buildings and stuff? That's really awesome!" His praise was genuine. "I can't really do that to save my life. Dawson showed me some plumbing stuff, but..." Horace shrugged and wiggled his toes. That had been a thing where he certainly remembered the basics, but it was working on an existing system. And they've never found a real way to made everything work, though he could probably fix a toilet now if he needed to. He looked assessingly at Micah. "I bet you're great at Jenga."
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2016 3:33 pm
"I already said I would!" Micah sounded a little scandalized. He had not meant that. He looked slightly startled, then actually a little shy, at the praise. "Just gotta practice a lot, like anything," he said gruffly. "It gets to be muscle memory, you do it enough. Yeah, I like Jenga," he added, surprised. It wasn't like he played board games much, but there were a few he liked.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2016 5:54 pm
"Muscle memory? Huh, I don't think I'm built for that kinda memory. I'm better at words." He glanced briefly at the laptop. "If you like Jenga, you should do he life division training course."
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2016 7:22 pm
There was a giant marshmallow man rampaging across the screen. Micah was only sort of watching the movie. He'd seen it plenty of times, anyway. "Life division has a training course that's sort of like Jenga?" he asked. "How does that even work?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2016 2:46 pm
"Well," Horace said. "-you play Jenga and if you ******** up, someone sleeping darts you."He rubbed the back of his neck in memory. It had been a disastrous session with Dylon, and eventually they had both fled, giving up. "The one time I tried it, we did shots of hot sauce, too. Bad idea. But you should give it a go sometime. You gte something for completing it, I don't know what, though."
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2016 5:01 pm
"That's training?" Micah frowned skeptically. "What's that teach you? I mean, other than that there's people who'll take any chance to shoot people with darts and s**t, but." He shrugged. That was a given, as far as he was concerned. "Why'd you do hot sauce?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2016 5:46 pm
"Uhhhh.... critical thinking, I guess? The other division training is more straight forward, like fight a lot or build things." Horace had never really bothered to think about why Jenga was training. He supposed it could be argued that it taught moon kids structural support, but that was a shaky assumption. He smiled at his own pun.
"Boredom. I like some hot sauce, and my friend and I were being dumb. Since you're Canadian, would you do shots of maple syrup?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2016 6:10 pm
"Hunh. Whatall does Life division do anyway? Besides heal people, I know the infirmary's supposed to be theirs." He shrugged, then made a face at the suggestion. "That'd be nasty. Stuff's too rich and sticky to just swallow like that."
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