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 Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 9:15 am
After his first return from the North Pole, Before was feeling... frustrated about his performance. Aria's presence had reminded him he needed to take that an external mission to prove he truly deserved being a Misty. And that nasty, tiny voice in the back of his head had begun sneering that Aria shouldn't have accepted the transfer in the first place all over again. The voice sounded like a duet of his father and mother's voices. Vanna's reminder thankfully stopped him from spiraling down that dismal mental path again. Be careful, silly Before. You are to function as a Life Division member on this mission. You were removed from your former division for a reason. Keep that in mind.
And with that, his performance during the Life Training course flashed before his eyes and Before found himself being struck by crippling self-doubt and impending doom. s**t. If he was going to go on this mission, he sure as ******** can't be relied to do the job of something he's horrible at! Wasn't the reason why Tiger Woods only did like minimal training on his sand-traps because he did his other stuff better? And he made damn sure he wouldn't get into a situation he'd be in a ******** sand-trap!?
This... this sort of task seemed like poor management skills in Before's opinion. But... This was why he's just a mere trainee and not a Hunter. Surely there was some logic behind this task Aria had sent him on... But again, he could, theoretically, go on this mission alone. And if he died as a result of his own screw-up, well, that just proved how badly he wasn't cut out to be a Hunter.
With that decision, Before emerged from his room, carrying his big old fur coat. Sadly, as it was a gift from his mother, it was genuine fur. Before is sorry, baby seals but your death will not be in vain! On his way to the portal, he accidentally bumped into one of the Lambs.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 9:07 pm
Ofelia's legs were still sort of stinging from the cold, not to mention she had developed something of a slight sneeze from it, and every now and then her ears would ring as a result of Jordan pounding the side of her head with his weapon. Even though time had passed she was healing slowly seeing as she took forever to do things and didn't eat like she should (she had better things to do like go on an adventure) but none the less she was wandering around and having a good time. Her flip flops made a smacking noise against the bottom of her feet as she explored, a jaunty little tune escaping her lips as she off-key whistled something or another.
The trainee had no plans, really, and she was going to maybe go make herself a sandwich when she turned from her room and started down the halls. She was halfway to where she thought the kitchen was when she paused and looked left to right, pretty darn sure she was lost. It was still an adventure to be lost, right? Plus she was still inside a building so unless someone like jumped her from the ceiling she wasn't going to be injured.
And then someone bumped into her from behind, startling her, and Ofelia did the one thing she thought was best - she grabbed the bumper by the collar an attempted to fling him over her should all judo-style. This would not end well.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 9:12 pm
Before's fighting style can be summed up on two words: Dumb Luck. Heavy emphasis on the dumb. So when he realized he was no longer standing but rather being flung in the air, arms shot out to grab at something. That something was hair. A real good and tight fistful of hair that happened to not belong on his person. "HOLY s**t WHAT?!" he yelled, his legs kicking and flailing in an attempt to land upright.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 9:18 pm
"DASKJFSDFSDKFJSDHFSDFSDFSD AHHH GERROF MEEEEE." Ofelia did not like having her hair pulled and she released the body that was in her arms and quickly slapped at the hands, her eyes smarting up with tears as a result of, well, her hair being pulled. When the hands finally released her she took a few steps back and rubbed her scalp, cursing several fine times before looking down at the person she'd been trying to toss. Thankfully she'd set him on his feet before doing the slapping, but still. "Pullin' hair is a cheap battle tactic, yanno that? s**t hurts."
One of her braids had come loose (she liked to keep her hair looking as awkward as possible) and so she just undid them all, letting the mane of red start cascading down her shoulders as she pulled them apart with a heavy heavy glare. "Ah dunno who ya are, but if yer gonna slam inta somone an' then jus' pull their hair Ah gotta say ya need ta brush up on yer battle basics."
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 6:04 am
Before just stared, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the taller trainee. Cheap battle tactic? Battle basics? He was just trying to get to the ******** portal, not starting a fight here. She was the one going all kung-fu-flippy on Before's a**.
Feels like you're already failing. a face wrought from steel shook her head in the back of Before's mind.
"I wasn't looking to fly to where I wanted to go. Tried to ground myself and your hair was the first thing I could grab, totes sorry." He tried to sound sincere in his apology as he bent down to pick up the fallen fur coat. He was normally a lot more apologetic about things but the Misty just wasn't in the most accommodating of moods. Not since his return from the North Pole.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 8:31 pm
"Totes? Whatcha mean by 'totes' ?" Ofelia didn't understand slang because her aunt refused to let a lot of slang slide in her house (Ofelia's crazy accent was okay though) and the fact she didn't talk to a lot of people prevented her from picking up on things. "Anyway, if yer sorry Ah'mma let it slide fer now. Jus' what were ya doin' wanderin' 'round out here, wit' a coat an' stuff? Tryin' ta go somewhere?"
It was obvious since he said he was going somewhere but Ofelia was a bit dense and just did whatever she wanted to do. She tended to assume whatever she wanted to assume as well so if he was going somewhere she was curious and wanted to know. Plus he pulled her hair it was only fair he answered.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 8:56 pm
Before continued to stare at the trainee, teal eyes narrowed in suspicion. Was she making fun of him? Most people tended to, not that he could blame them but it got old eventually. "Totes is totally. And Yes. I am going somewhere."
>8I The expression on his face pretty much indicated he was going to be a tight-lipped doof. Fair or no.
[ prox post for huni ]
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 5:20 pm
"Where are ya going? Somewhere cold, since ya got a cold jacket thing?" Ofelia was becoming a Captain Obvious as of lately but whatever. Her hair was all out of its braid, slowly being twisted into something better (a hot mess), and she took a few steps closer to Before without really waiting for him to answer. "Can Ah come witcha? Ah like goin' on adventures an' stuff an' if yer goin' somewhere then chances are ya another person witcha, yeah?"
She'd decided on her own without even waiting, that was just Ofelia's nature.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 7:33 pm
Before raised a gloved hand as if asking for silence from the taller trainee. Teal eyes stared in all seriousness, "First, I don't need or want anyone else on this External Mission. Second, I'm not comfy working with someone whose name I don't even know. Third, even if I wanted company and knew you, you are so not dressed for Alaska. Fourth, the last person I'd want tagging along is a new-face. And fifth..." he trailed off. "Okay so there is no fifth but my points still stands. Now, excuse me."
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 8:06 pm
Ofelia wasn't having that because, well. Ofelia. She took a few steps, looked Before up and down, looked at her own arms, and then back at him. She took a deep breath, counted to two, and then lifted him off his feet and onto her shoulders. It was easy, she was strong, and if he wanted to try and flail he was in the perfect position for Ofelia to just flippin' break his back against her knee. He was so tiny (not really light though) and Ofelia started off towards her dorm room.
"Starters, Ah'm gonna go get properly dressed an' yer gonna wait in mah room while Ah do it. Secondly, Ah've been ta Alaska already an' so yer gonna suck it up wit' me goin'[ ta help ya 'cause Ah know what ta expect. Thirdly, Ah'm Ofelia Tanner, call me Ofie."
Ofelia was pleased with all this.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 4:58 am
Of all the things Before expected to happen to him, being slung over someone's shoulder like a sack of potatoes was, surprisingly, on the list. Mostly because it's happened to him before (heh) and given how most of the trainees on the island are taller than him, it wasn't out of the question someone would have it in them to do it. Still, it was undignified and embarrassing and it did not help Before's mood.
"Dude, what, no! Put me down!" he angrily ordered, sorely tempted to yank on Ofelia's hair, "I am an Intermediate Trainee I want OFFA you!"LP Feel free to have Al see Ofelia carrying Before to her room and join in 83
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 2:23 pm
Aleister had heard some sort of a ruckus and stuck his head out of his room to see what all the yelling was about. There was a pause before he started following Ofie and Before.
"What ya doing?" Came the question from the trainee. He was looking at both of them curiously as the girl was carrying Before on her shoulder. Pretty much like he was a sack of potatoes. Which was odd, because it didn't look like Before was hurt.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 7:38 pm
The guy on her shoulder's cry about rank fell on deaf ears - out of anyone in the club to not give a flying s**t about power and ranks he managed to get a hold of Ofelia. In terms of listening to leaders Ofelia did it when it was good for her, the whole idea that she only really needed to listen if things were bad, but most of the other time she just ignored whatever they said. She was going to do what she wanted to do and if she got in trouble in the process it was worth it in the end? Well....yeah, that was her logic. Certainly her logic. "Hush up. All protests are void." In response to the protests she shook the package-person, increasing the speed of her steps. Her flip flops were making quite a racket as she rounded a corner and she would have been content to keep to her own mind - if someone hadn't appeared before her and questioned her motives.
A normal person would cite a rude phrase, like 'what does it look like', but ?Ofelia was not really....normal. She instead chose to explain. "Hmmm? Ah'm goin' ta get dressed an' me an' this lil' guy here are gonna go and do some stuff in Alaska. Ah figure Alaska anyway 'cause he said it, an' this time when goin' Ah'mma dress warm. Already learned the hard way ta be ill-prepared." She grinned, broadly. "How 'bout ya? Whatcha doin' out an' 'bout?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 5:31 am
DDDDDDDDDDDD8< Before was this close to making a grab for Ofelia's hair when suddenly one of the hatchlings appeared. Still draped over the female Sunny's shoulder, Before gave the Deather a pitiful look that basically begged for help.
"She totes has no idea what she's saying and is bad-touching me," 8CCCCC "Help a guy out here?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 10:46 am
Alesiter tilted his head as he followed the pair. "Alaska huh?" He seemed thoughtful. "I've never been to Alaska, I've seen pictures. Looks pretty this time of year."
He paused, "Me? Well I was just sitting in my room reading."
There was a pause as Before said help a guy out here. "Well what'd you do to get carried around in the first place?" He asked. Obviously Aleister wasn't going to help out less there was a really good reason that Before shouldn't be being carried. After all, he was totally scrawnier than Ofie so he wasn't picking a fight unless there was a good reason.
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