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 Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 7:57 pm
Silence at the other end of the door. There were certain people that believed if you really needed to ******** talk to them then ******** come in and talk to them and really did not want to waste their breath explaining so.
The wait time usually varied from person to person before they tried the door knob.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 8:04 pm
Thankfully Bix's heart was beating too fast to wait very long. If he didn't get this over with he'd probably just have a heart attack on the Division Leader's doorstep. Of course then it would be weeks before Caelius noticed that the lump he'd been automatically stepping over was actually a dead trainee, and by the time he realized he'd probably already have forgotten Bix's name. With that as his other option, he turned the knob and peeked in the door. "Sir?" His snowy head scanned the room before stepping in, clipboard clasped tightly in his hands. He was pretty sure if he didn't just launch into it, he'd sit there and stare at the Division Leader write and look down for an hour. "Here's your sheet." He set it down on the desktop, the page was rumpled and erased over and over and over again. Faint letters had been rubbed out, written over, and removed again. It was simply blank.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 8:29 pm
Despite Bix's best intentions being pro-active and engaging, it still took several minutes where said Death Division leader simply ignored Bix for favour of several folders of mission reports.
These might have been the second longest minutes in Bix's entire life as he simply waited with what was -
"Ferdinand." And then there was Caelius, still working as usual, not bothering to acknowledge the trainee beyond a name. "Read to me the results of your assigned mission."
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 8:35 pm
Oh no.. here it came.. the heart attack. He had urge to clutch his chest and yell 'I'M COMING ELIZABETH!' as he reached for the sky.
But just when he thought he'd pass out, his name cut the silence in an unamused drawl.
"There are no results." Bix actually did a good job of not sounding like he was blacking out at any moment. "I was unable to find any intermediate trainees inadequate enough for punishment."
He gulped, ready to proclaim how ready he was to accept punishment. But was it really healthy to yell that out? Seeming too eager for it would probably not work in his favor so he just waited for the hammer to fall. Or scythe. Through his body like some samurai anime... he'd just slide apart in two halves... they'd never see him again.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 8:57 pm
"Hm." Caelius paused enough to stare straight at Bix, a sneer in his expression. "Ready to take the mantle of responsibility already, Ferdinand? A leader rising to the occasion-"
The only warning was a low hum and the flicker of a familiar blue light-
- And Bix had collided with the wall. Which was incidentally, the free wall that did not have papers pinned up to it, as if the trainee's trajectory was very deliberately planned. It probably was.
"- And falling just as quickly." The Death Hunter walked over slowly, Circe in one hand. "Then, Ferdinand, do you accept responsibility for all your peer's actions?" The tip of the scythe hovered just a little over Bix's neck.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 9:00 pm
Bix hit the wall, head craning backwards slightly as the blade turned his pale flesh blue. The pounding of his heart filled his ears and he tried his best not to gulp for fear he'd lose his adam's apple.
"Yes sir, I do."
Well.. he'd had a good run.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 9:54 pm
The Death lead weighed the pros and cons.
Pro: Killing Bix would free up another space in the long queue of Hunters-to-be. Killing him would be the fastest response to dealing with a severe eyesore. And most of all, because he just ******** wanted to.
Con: He had just had this wall repainted after the entire Phoenix fiasco, and he really did not want to take the time to pick out the perfect white paint after those idiot Moon Hunters botched it up again. Also they were running a little low on space in their graveyard plots after the recent Four Clans ordeal.
And so, Caelius looked directly into Bix's eyes, perhaps one generation to the next. There were no words exchanged, just a sense of perhaps hatred, anger-
- And most of all memories that were at best, gaping open holes. A Hunter who had tried - what was it? - and someone had reassured them - a familiar face, a face that was too easy to remember now. A trainee who had questioned their division - a moment where they decided and embraced their fate - the second they became a Hunter and stood in their division proud. A Hunter's legacy, where those even though fated to die would fight until their very last breath.
The scythe weapon lowered, slightly, just slightly. For a moment perhaps, they shared a point of understa-
- NOPE.
Caelius knocked Bix flat out unconscious with the blunt end of his scythe, muttering something that sounded very much like "<******** you."
*
When Bix woke up, it seems someone had the decency at least to call a few someone elses to carry him into the infirmary. His head feels still a little painful, swollen: a concussion perhaps? Next to his bed is a letter, sealed.
In the letter is a single note, though the top half is ripped off.
- looking back at everything in my line of duty, about all that was given to me, I know without a doubt that I do not regret my decisions, not now, not ever. It is my responsibility to be a leader, but the difference between a good leader and a great one is the way they treat those around them.
- F
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 10:39 am
Bix stared, wide eyed, at the Division Leader holding his life in his hands. Literally. Something passed over the other's face, in his eyes, but it had to be an illusion, some hope of his own because the next thing he felt was crippling bright light as he woke up in the infirmary. The pain in his head prevented him from opening the envelope. He'd get to it later. Instead he sent out some texts before passing back out. Lucyal Not dead! Cancel the avenging. Infirmary.. on drugs maybe? ;P ;D <3 Huni Pi Not dead! Cancel the avenging. Infirmary.. on drugs maybe? ;P ;D <3 He wasn't really sure exactly what he'd texted in retrospect.
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