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 Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 7:04 pm
"They're short a couple hundred dollars they can take it out of my salary, not out of you," Harrison added. "...Sorry. It just pisses me off, is all."
Killer had looked up, blinking at Harrison and cocking his head at all the snarling. Once Harrison had had eased back to his usual irritable sounds, Killer stood, shaking himself again and trotting curiously back out into the rain.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 7:21 pm
Again that urge to flinch at the command, suppressed in the nick of time. He wasn't even entirely sure what he was being told to stop, fairly oblivious to how he was acting.
However, it meant the world to have people willing to back him up. Even if it was somewhat alien still, even if it felt temporary, transient, like it was all just built on wishful thinking.
"Yeah I know." he stated to Harrison. "Being pissed off is the right way to feel about it I guess." He didn't feel pissed off, just vaguely scared most of the time and uncertain of his own abilities. "Heh. And I guess at least when I sleep now I have..backup?" he hazarded.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 7:30 pm
"Yeah, you do." Jordan took a careful breath and forced himself to calm down, shoving the anger and frustration and worry back and away until they were manageable. His tails slowed, and the tension in his body eased. He pulled Rep into a tight hug. "We've got you."
When he did let go, he was mostly back to his usual calm demeanor, though to sharp canine senses, he still smelled of the sharp note of anxiety. "What did happen with Ofelia, anyway? She wouldn't tell me anything."
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 8:50 pm
"That's for damn sure," Harrison grumbled, bristly at even the thought of someone trying to kill Rep while he was sleeping there.
He just wanted so badly to kiss them both, hard, and- not a good idea in the golems.
"Sun Hunter?" he asked vaguely.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 8:58 pm
The hug made him want to hug back, to haul both of them into it.
Inevitably pride was going to win out and beat the sense of neediness and vulnerability back into submission. It did so with its usual predictable ease. He wanted closeness and approval, but he was already disgusted with the amount of whiny resignation he'd already displayed. Too much, he mentally berated himself. His scent was the only thing that let the sense of real upset bleed through his facade as he once again seemed to relax back to normal.
"Oh right Ofie? She was goading me. I told her to ******** off, she wouldn't ******** off. She said she'd never ******** off ever. So I got erm.. angry? May have tried to cut her. Hit the table instead. Got in trouble with Killzone"
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 9:03 pm
"That explains a lot," Jordan grumbled, and flopped back against Rep, frowning. "No wonder she wouldn't tell me what happened other than telling me it was all her fault." Ofie really had no sense of self-preservation, he reflected. Or tact, for that matter. Would it help to track her down and tell her that when someone said go away it was usually a good idea to go away? Probably not. Another thing to worry about.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 9:11 pm
Harrison leaned against Rep's shoulder with a huff. "She's seemed okay whenever I talked to her. Other than being maimed. I'm starting to think her weapon doesn't heal her right." Every time he'd talked to her, or defended her, it was like her shield was made of paper.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 9:52 am
"I can't stand her. She's like..someone I used to know. It annoys the s**t out of me. Always wanting ******** pity, always wanting people to be her friend. I warned her she'd get hurt and she nearly did. It was her own fault." he pouted irritably.
"And yeah she's really ******** maimable."
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 12:12 pm
Jordan shook his head slightly. That was an explosive and dangerous situation in the making, and he had no idea how to head it off. "Try not to kill her, okay?" he sighed. "That'd be all kinds of trouble." It was way past time for a subject change; he wanted to recapture the feeling of content they'd settled into before the too-troubling conversation.
He glanced around the area, realizing suddenly that Massacre was sitting nervously nearby, but Killer wasn't under the overhang any more. "Hey, where'd the ferocious battle machine get to?"
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 8:13 pm
"I'll go check," Harrison grumbled, disentangling himself from Rep and Jordan reluctantly. He sniffed once before lumbering into the rain.
Harrison came back with Killer at his heels and a gangly, limp unicorn with silvery white fur dangling from one hand. "I think it's dead," he said. All he could smell was wet. "Doesn't look like a herpicorn."
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 8:45 pm
He nodded. "I won't kill her. Hopefully she'll take the hint before I even need to hurt her again." And that was that, he would make every effort not to kill her.
He raised a brow at the question of Killer however. He hadn't even noticed the Herpicorn leaving and wasn't about to volunteer to go back out into the rain either. "The walk will do you good." he sniped playfully as the other man wandered off to find him, simply snuggling up to Jordan all the more and fluffing his fur up contentedly.
The unconscious, possibly dead unicorn got a raised brow. "Looks a bit underfed to be a herpicorn."
Massacre however took an avid interest in the creature, trotting over to try and nudge it with his nose, mooing urgently.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 8:51 pm
It was Harrison's turn to go out in the rain. Only fair, really. Jordan stayed put, whiskers coming forward in a faint smirk.
He did raise a brow at the limply dangling unicorn creature. "Check whether it's breathing," he suggested. "What kind of trap did you set?" He watched Massacre investigating the other mini. "Seems like you found his friend," he commented.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 9:02 pm
"A rock," Harrison said, putting an ear to the tiny chest.
"Yeah, still breathing. If it is a herpicorn, it's probably sick." It was thin, missing all the raw heft and power that Killer had, and its horn was smaller. Harrison used a gigantic hand to clear the tangled mane from its face.
"Well, they're from the same area. So maybe they do know each other. ...The tail's sorta like a bull tail," he hazarded.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 10:31 pm
Rep watched Massacre's attempts to reach the small unicorn - practically dancing on his back hooves and flailing little legs up at it - with chagrin. He was going to have his work cut out for him training the little guy.
"Massacre doesn't keep the company of cute little horses okay, he probably just wants to eat it." Yeah, eating it was suitably badass.
"You need to get better at this trap thing." he teased. "I catch a mean little bull and you catch a half dead unicorn."
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 11:45 am
"The rock may have had something to do with its lack of consciousness," Jordan laughed. "I should check on mine." Somewhat reluctantly, he headed back out into the rain.
He returned with a little brown dragon about the size of a rabbit, holding it carefully so that it couldn't bite him, though it was thrashing around and snapping enthusiastically. He held it up. "Ace, please tell me we already have this color variation back at home. I don't really feel like trying to carry this one down the mountain."
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