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 Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 5:27 pm
Ofelia, for whatever reason she was able to, had heard about a rather hot-headed new Lamb that had come from the tubes shortly after her and her friends were already out and about. She'd met them once (maybe) at that whole thing with Allan-tiebow but she didn't remember much about that other than she got to punch stuff and wear fun clothing. Man, she hoped she could do that again (maybe she should seek out her division leader) but before that she wanted to meet this hot headed person. Someone who liked to be wild and go crazy certainly would like to have adventures, right? Ofelia was in need of a good adventure, what with everything she'd been doing up until that point.
Which...was practically nothing. anyway, she started down the dorm halls - knocking on each door and asking the same question if someone was inside [ Are ya the hot-headed Lamb person ] because she didn't know their name nor did she really know how to narrow things down properly. So far so good, thankfully most people had name plates or something on their doors - the only problem was Ofelia was running out of rooms and was getting kinda bored with this whole knocking thing.
"GAH DAMMIT, YA BETTER BE THE PERSON AH'M LOOKIN' FER IN HERE OR ELSE AH'MMA JUS' BREAK THE DOOR DOWN."
Subtle.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 6:04 pm
Rep had spent the best part of the morning doing the deathsweeper training room and was trying to mentally convince himself that no, he did /not/ still have a giant ******** bit of metal stuck through his leg, that he was totally fine. It was surprisingly more difficult than he thought it'd be, the lingering effects of the golem something he hadn't actually expected.
It had helped to take his mind off other more pressing things though, things he...decidedly didn't want to dwell on.
He reminded Tracey no he ******** didn't.
He almost jumped out of his skin though as someone hammered the hell out of the door and yelled bloody murder. He clenched his hands into fists as he got to his feet and threw the door open.
"The ******** you want?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 6:24 pm
"God, finally. Ah been lookin' fer ya all day!" she hadn't really been looking for this guy all day but it had taken more than about five or six minutes and that was plenty of time for Ofelia to declare her search had taken entirely too much time (ae: All Day). "Yer that hot-head people been talkin' 'bout right? The tiny red-head?" The label of 'tiny' was something she felt like adding on because, last she checked, someone had talked about him having a tiny p***s or something. Ofelia wasn't the type to know and want to check (dude, penises were their own business and unless she wanted one for her own they were best on the person they belonged to and in pants) so she just went with gossip.
Gossip was fun anyway and she wanted to see if this person would get all riled up anyway. He was huge, but so was she - her stance of 5'9" was nothing to really frown at. she crossed her arms and grinned at him, tilting her head to the side. "Ah'm Ofie. Let's go on an adventure."
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 6:33 pm
Rep gave her a completely deadpan look. Completely and utterly deadpan. Surely she had to be shitting him? A hot head? And /tiny/? He had no ******** idea where she'd gotten either of the terms from, sure, maybe he got angry easily /sometimes/ but that was only to utterly deserving ******** idiots who drove him up the wall.
He crossed his arms firmly and very much considered slamming the door shut right then and there, no conversation that started like this could /ever/ end well. And he was trying, trying very hard after the dinner with Clarice not to treat women like the pathetic waste of breath that he still felt most of them were. And he had a feeling this particular example of the weaker sex would be a trying task indeed. He leaned on the doorframe as he looked her up and down.
"Firstly. I have a ******** name. It's Rep. Secondly, don't know what the ******** you've heard about me but it sounds like a lot of s**t. You must be looking for someone else. Someone who /isn't/ me."
His voice twisted into a sugary drawl. "And no. I don't /do/ adventures." It was about as pleasant as he got.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 7:27 pm
"A ********' name, huh? Ah didn' know they handed out names fer when yer ********', Ah'll keep a note of that. Ya got a name other than yer ********' one?" Ofelia really honestly knew what he meant by his liberal use of the word ******** but, seeing as manners were important and she didn't really need to be cursed at so the urge to troll was strong in this one. Super, super strong. "Also Ah'm pretty pretty sure Ah'm lookin' fer ya since yer response is jus' what Ah expected it ta be." Ofelia placed a hand on the door and its frame, looking this figure square in the eye.
]If he punches you in the face I will laugh and you will have deserved it entirely. Rue's tinny voice jingled in her ear, a taunting laughter that itched at her brain. I wonder if he hits harder than you. I hope he does. If he does not I will be sorely disappointed
Ofelia ignored all that and instead leaned in more. "An' yes, yer in Sun Division. With Allan as our boss, yer gonna do adventures. Suck it up, get dressed. We're goin'."
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 7:39 pm
Rep didn't let up his expression. At all, giving her an utterly blank look. He wasn't the brightest guy around but surely no one was that slow? He hardly even registered his own swearing, so hearing it picked up the wrong way left him somewhat exasperated, and after the last few days of bullshit and emotional upheaval, he was in no mood to get particularly pissed off if he could humanly avoid it. He wasn't about to put his neck on the line over some crazy b***h who tracked him down to his dorm.
He informed the damn angel that he didn't intend to.
He set his jaw as he stated coldly "I'm in Sun. Yeah. But I don't see any <********> striping on your jacket so you don't get to order me anywhere. So why don't you toddle off and do whatever it is retards do? Maybe someone has a box of crayons somewhere you can borrow."
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 8:02 pm
"Ah'm not retarded, but Ah do like coloring wit' crayons. S'fun 'nough when there's nothin' else ta do. Ah jus' think that since we're both suns it'd be fun or sommin' ta go out an' do an adventure. We're supposedta learn ta trust one 'nother right? Wouldn' a mission or sommin' like that be jus' fine? Ah call those adventures 'cause that's what they are." Ofelia looked at the jacket that graced her hips at the mention of a stripe and shrugged her shoulders. "Ah dun even wear mah jacket most'a time so stripes an' rankin' mean jack s**t ta me. How's a rank gonna save yer life in battle, really."
I really want him to punch you in the face. Ask him to punch you in the face. Ofelia looked down at her weapon as Rue went on and on, the expression she held one of complete ********. Seriously, do it. I'll stop talking for an hour while you sleep if you do it.
As much as Ofelia liked sleeping without noise she didn't want punched in the face. "So come'on, let's go an' play a bit. Doesn't hurt ta jus' get out an' try things, right? At the very least if ya humor me now Ah'll likely leave ya alone in the future."
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 1:21 am
Maybe if she hadn't been a sun he'd have either tried to shut the door in her face or walk away. But as it was, he felt obligated to hear her out and looked utterly exasperated, he wasn't sure how he ******** ended up having to play babysitter to some mentally deficient woman but it didn't look like it was going to be very easy to get out of it. If it wasn't for the other sun members he'd already met, he'd have given the entire division up as some idiot cannon fodder division himself included.
"Adventures don't exist in the real world you know. There's just s**t you have to do and s**t you don't. And rank /won't/ save your life in a fight but obeying rank will save your life here. You don't.. " he shrugged, she could find out herself what happened, he hoped she did in fact. With explosions.
He still couldn't shake his unimpressed expression and body language however as he grimly stated. "But I wasn't ******** kidding when I said I didn't do adventures. I don't play, I stopped playing when I was like ******** five." Probably before that even, he mentally added "So unless you have something actually like ******** grown up stuff to propose, get off my door and out of my face."
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 7:51 pm
"That's kinda sad that ya stopped at such an early age. Games get hella lot more fun when yer older and discover ya can hit one 'nother an' no one goes runnin' ta tattle." Ofelia hadn't played any real games since she was young as well, probably around eight or nine? At the very most she did get in a ton of fights and could consider all that running around a game if she really wanted to but that...sounded like a bad idea. "An' adventures do happen too in real life. Any time ya do sommin' wit'out knowin' what's gonna happen is an adventure. Or jus' doin' sommin' ya can enjoy is an adventure too. Or sommin' ya hate. Basically anythin' can be one."
Man this guy was like a portal of asshattery and negative energy. Thankfully Ofelia was the type to be retardedly friendly and just ignore how he clearly was hating her and wanting her to go away. It could be her blissful ignorance or it could be her stubborn nature, but either way she was enjoying this conversation because she'd never met someone quite so verbally....verbal. "Ya say Ah got the wrong guy but yer pretty hyped up and pissy fer a guy. Why so serious an' angry?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 2:07 am
Rep looked fairly deadpan as Ofie went on. He didn't know what exactly was wrong with the other hunter but he had a strong suspicion she was nothing like anyone he'd ever met at home. It left him feeling vaguely out of his depth and even more irritated than usual. It didn't help that he had the feeling he was receiving another lecture and from a female no less. Sometimes maybe you just had to humour them to get them to leave you alone. "Maybe if your life is a ******** fairy tale." He wasn't buying the anything can be an adventure thing. Adventures sounded nice and wholesome and exciting, his life had been anything but. Maybe exciting, that was about it.
< Can't you be even slightly pleasant for once? > No, her reminded Tracey, no he ******** couldn't. He'd been harassed in his room, he was completely intent on expressing his displeasure.
He snarled frustratedly and rolled his eyes as he fought the urge to snap at her properly, at least reigning himself into the tense and dangerous purr he reserved for people testing his patience. "I'm angry because I'm surrounded by ******** w..idiots. Wall to wall ******** idiots." He wanted to say wall to wall other things but he'd promised he'd try and veer away from the anti-woman and anti-gay rants for the time being.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 8:23 pm
"What's a fairy tale gotta do at all wit' adventure? An' also lookit where ya are - this place ain't exactly normal - yer not gonna have a regular day while here. An' we're not all idiots, some'a us jus' dun feel like givin' a s**t 'bout what others think. Yer free ta think Ah'm a walkin' retard who is jus' out ta piss ya off." Ofelia shrugged her shoulders.
You mean you aren't? Perish the thought.....you inbred retarded useless hick of a human meat sack. Rue was getting longer and longer in her insults. Ofelia was unsure if she liked how her weapon was branching out and expanding her vocabulary. Hopefully she wasn't going to start using words Ofelia didn't understand - that would just be ridiculous and more than annoying. I shall endeavor to find the words your brain can't comprehend though I doubt I shall have much difficulty in doing so.
"But Ah'm not really tryin', jus' happens kinda naturally. Take it fer what ya wanna, an' ya can even hit me if yer feelin' up ta it. 'Course Ah'll hit back but that's a given." She actually liked to fight and, seeing this person was new as well, there was a chance they wouldn't outright stomp her into the ground.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 9:40 am
He shrugged, fair enough, he supposed idiots /didn't/ care about what other people thought and he wasn't about to argue with them in this respect. So he let it go.
"And yeah, it seems to come naturally enough." He wanted to take her up on hitting her, but had to keep a lid on it to some degree after his talking to. Still...there was fights right? "Is that an offer of a duel?" he raised a brow, fights he could do, and he never had given a damn about who he fought.
"Its not an adventure and s**t, but its simple" Simple enough she could hopefully understand it, or she wouldn't have been recruited into Deus in the first place.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 7:05 pm
"Ah'm wonderin' what yer definition of an adventure really is. Anyway, shall we get goin'? Ah'm eager ta see what yer weapon is an' Rue is wantin' ta know more 'bout ya as well. She's practically gushin' 'cause yer a man wit' red hair an' ta quote her a 'feisty attitude'. Not ta mention she wants ya ta punch me in the back many many times so Ah guess yer accepetin' of the battle makes her think yer the greatest thing ever." Ofelia shrugged, something she found she was doing a lot in regards to the people here at the Deus club, and she also rubbed the back of her neck. "Rue's mah weapon by the way, not jus' a voice in mah head."
I am offended by that. Rue had indeed been admiring Rep, but Ofelia's description of her prompted the admiration to stop and a scorning to set in. Ofelia cackled mentally, pleased to see she could still one-up a smarter creature.Baneful Would you like to end it with your next post and have me start the battle?
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 7:16 pm
Rep shrugged. "If it gets me left in peace then sure. Lets go." He raised a brow at her for her comments reguarding her weapon. At least the encouragement to punch was something he approved of. "And yeah, I figured, most people here assume when you talk about someone you are talking about your weapon." He shrugged. "My weapon's a ******** homo, so he keeps his mouth shut."
He stretched lazily.
"But yeah, come on, lets go get this fight on the road." He had a horrible sinking feeling it'd be another fantastic fail on his lose record of late, but at this point, he didn't even care, a fight was a fight, and he had to learn in order to get even better.
So without waiting for her, he headed off towards the training fields.
Rown Sure biggrin Sounds good to me.
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