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 Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 3:50 pm
"You what?"
Though the tone of voice was by far, loud, it was also well, Caelius. The second most Hunters saw him heading out of his office, regardless of whether or not they had things to do, they tried their best to give the Death Division Lead a very, very large space around, purposely looking anywhere but at him.
It also created a sort of wide, open hallway, to which the Death Hunter simply continued to yell into the phone about losing valuable information, and how they should be killed right on the spot for failure and probably more threats and killing and death here. The problem of course being, most of the time, these were not threats.
In his free hand, he holding a few folders, all stapled neatly together, and then, tucked under the arm was also a small box, contents unknown. Considering that he almost never carried anything that was not absolutely essential with him at any point in time, it was safe to say the box was absolutely essential, or at least untill X point in destination. OOC - Taken place after the existing mission (Time is on My Side) in terms of timelines
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 4:08 pm
There was a theory that most humans had a sense of self-preservation when it came to life or death situations. That being in the presence of danger could somehow transcend the natural law, and give a person the ability to know, a second beforehand, that they were about to step into something that could possibly end their life.
Robert was a constant reminder that this theory was wrong.
It was the first day he'd borrowed Candace's iPod. It was pretty swanky, and he shamelessly trolled the halls while listening to the pop music she seemed so fond of. The plugs in his ears kept him from hearing any warnings, and the way he swiveled and spun as he danced down the halls made him an impenetrable force of obliviousness, bouncing like a mack truck equipped with hydraulics. He was doing this new step that Clerise had tried to explain to him, and his eyes were closed as he went shuffling down the hall. He did this all the way until he hit a wall, and pushed off the wall once he smacked against it, twirling around and around-
Right into Caelius.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 4:19 pm
One could literally hear the inevitable outcome as everything seemed to slow down: in fact, everything seem to come to a blinding halt, as if the very fabric of space and time had, just for this very occasion, decided to call in for a vacation.
There was a loud curse, just before the Natural Disaster of the Nation Also Known As Deus Ex Machina collided full force with the other Not-So-Natural Disaster of the Nation Also Known As Deus Ex Machina. Unfortunately for both Robert and the Death Division Leader, the fabric of space and time had promptly resumed their work post-vacation mere seconds later as the box that was formerly in Caelius's grasp fell onto the ground with a loud dramatic thud, and then what sounded very much like something breaking into a thousand (muffled) pieces from within.
Robert may or may not have just been the first person in the world elected to die from an iPod.
The Death Hunter waited very patiently until Robert was facing him, and then picked up the box, giving him a very patient sort of look, clearly waiting for the trainee to take off his headphones so that he could properly prepare Robert's death: the lecture came first.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 4:38 pm
Robert's eyes opened when he felt someone slam into him, and he pulled his headphones off before he even realized who it was. When recognition actually flashed in his eyes, so did his entire life.
There was little Robert, plowing the fields with his little Easy-Plow that papa had bought him for Christmas.
And a young, golden boy running through the fields after his best friend, trying to catch the little imp of a girl and never quite managing to do so.
A teenage Robert, sulking and alone, laying on top of his one true love, the car he'd bought with his own hard earned money and detailed with flames and bullet holes.
And there was Petra. Sweet, sexy Petra, lying with her back to him in bed, in the dinky little apartment they shared, curling up around her like a protective spoon as the sun started to blare from the tiny barred window.
He snapped back into present day, and his lip quivered for a moment, before the big hulk of a man dropped down to Caelius' leg, and grabbed it with both arms.
"I'M SORRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYY."
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 9:37 pm
"....."
If possible, seeing the trainee break down into a giant, pathetic mess had managed to piss the Death Hunter even more. Never mind that the trainee just directly destroyed an entire ******** Artifact, and no, not just any artifact but potentially the Artifact they were looking for to complete-
- No, wait, stop. Now was not the time to rationalize. There was nothing rational about the situation or about the <******** trainee. Caelius abruptly extracted his shoe away from further damage, instead, taking one deep calming breath as he shifted the weight of the broken box and the papers into his left hand, pocketing his cell phone. "I see."
A few seconds later, a couple of stunned Hunters managed to catch the tail end spectacle of Robert flying halfway down the hallway in a rather magnificent arc. Really, maybe 9/10 points for sheer power and finesse, 7/10 if you were a Russian judge.
There was also no way of missing Circe in a certain Death Division leader's free hand as he followed down the hallway ignoring just about everything else. "Congratulations, Robert. You lived as you ******** died, an incompetent moron."
The scythe weapon went sailing downwards-
- And hit something else with a solid clang.
There was a flicker of radiant light as Robert/s saviour fended Caelius off, their sword weapon humming with with the singing of a thousand angels-
-"Oh sorry man, I forgot to turn off my cell phone music." Allan, one hand still parrying Caelius's scythe, moved to shut his cell phone off. The singing of a thousand angels promptly cut off, and it was much easier to see the Sun Division leader now that his sword blade wasn't reflecting the florescent light in all of the wrong angles.
"Allan." One could literally see the Death Hunter nearly ready to lose it again as he pushed downwards with Circe. "Mind your own ******** business."
"No can do Caelius-chan," The Sun Hunter replied rather glibly, deftly moving his weapon to one side, literally disengaging the other's blow. "Remember what I told you last time, if you wanna learn bankai you gotta achieve inner peace with yourself in order to manifest your..."
Allan just continued to talk. And talk. And talk.
It was rather noticeable at this point that a certain Death Division leader had mysteriously disappeared, most likely waiting for another time to end the former Trainee known as Robert's life.
Five minutes later, including one motivational song, Allan put away his weapon and offered Robert a hand. "No hard feelings right, bro? You guys still nakama?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 9:54 pm
Robert was a big man. The inertia of his body being thrown across a hallway made it keep moving even as he slammed into the ground. He slid, and slid, and slid, until the crumpled mess of a Life Trainee looked more like a lump of colorful coal than a person. There was no way to defend himself, or even beg for his life, because he was out like a light the moment Circe had touched him, which was merciful in it's own way. And thus, there was no way to know that Allan was his savior until he started to come out of it, and stared with one open eye at a hand being offered. He took it, but didn't pull himself up just yet - the world was still spinning a bit too fast, and Allan's words were making no sense to him.
"Did.. did you.."
Robert groaned and shook his head, before both eyes opened up at Allan with grateful intent.
"Did you get the license plate of that truck?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 10:07 pm
Allan managed a chuckle as he hoisted Robert up with one arm. "Easy does it big guy, lets get you patched up, its nothing a night's rest to replenish your spirit energy won't fix."
Well, the bruises would probably take a little longer than a night, but the thought was there. The Sun Leader continued to talk about his fantastic stories involving time travel and theme songs as he supported Robert all the way into the Life Labs. OOC -Time lapse FIN for now here
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