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 Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 5:24 pm
No, seriously, the text they got from Allan said those exact words (TEXT FROM ALLAN: MENS NIGHT OUT, BECAUSE WE ARE NAKAMA), on the exact night that the girls were having their famed ladies night out. There was also an open invitation to the Sun Hunter leader's rooms, which may have piqued the trainee's curiousity a little more because let's be honest here, how many times did a trainee get to visit a Division Leader's personal quarters, must less step foot into the acclaimed third floor of the Hunter residences.
Room 304 was apparently either missing a door, or missing a door. Maybe it was under renovations. Maybe it was best just not to ask.
The good news was there was ambient music playing from within the room. The bad news was the ambient music was in another language, thought that didn't matter, for the second the trainees stepped in - MEN ONLY of course-
- Possibly the biggest conglomeration of everything pop culture Japanese ever assaulted all the trainees' eyes. It probably took a second just for them to realize they were in Allan's suite and not some sort of alternate bizarre reality world.
First there was the DDR machine. Which was on, and next to the Taiko Drums set. An honest to god DDR machine, though how the hell it was powered on Deus Ex Machina... actually it was best not to ask. Next was the fact that there was a whole wall, an entire wall, covered in "Damage proof glass" - as noted by the little sign at the bottom of the damage proof glass shelving - filled with what could only be noted as the largest assortment of action figures on the island ever. Each one was displayed rather carefully, with a little note saying whatever series or game they were from.
The kitchen itself spilled into the living room, with two more doors that were closed - thankfully, any more colour and it would have probably blinded the trainees forever. Every corner of the room was covered in some sort of poster from some sort of overly colourful series, half of them involving giant robots and the like. Hanging from the ceiling of the wall, sometimes rather precariously, had to be every single asian weapon known to man, though some weapons looked rather not-asian - like the oversized rifle - and others looked entirely fictional and really could not be explained in any sort of descriptive word other than "what the ******** was lounging on one of the large, leather couches in the center of the room, setting up what looked like a trading card game. He was in the middle of stacking his large collection of Pikachu trading cards actually, paying the door no attention. A large dry-erase board was also propped right next to him, which said something along the lines of "MENS ACTIVITY NIGHT SCHEDULE". So far, the only thing written on the list was "NAKAMA BRO FIGHT (WITH WEAPONS)".
Well okay, there was a second item written under that list too: "NAKAMA BRO FIGHT (WITHOUT WEAPONS)". OOC - All MEN are invited to the "MENS NIGHT OUT"... at their own risk and curiousity
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 5:45 pm
Rep eyed the text with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. It was from Allan, and he doubted the man's idea of a night out and his own would ever overlap in any major way ever. But the mission..hadn't actually been all that bad. There'd been a lot of fighting things, a lot of craziness and generally at the end of it all he'd felt a good deal better about anything that had been bothering him. Even after it all he still had not a ******** clue what nakama meant.
Still, things had been pretty depressing on the island of late and any excuse to forget the looming promise of the future was a more than welcome one, even if it did mean heading into the private quarters of a man probably a few shillings short. A man who was still his division lead.
It was decided, he'd go.
What was the worst that could happen?
As he arrived at the room he didn't even question the missing door, his own door was almost permanently left obnoxiously wide open to maximise his annoyance of his neighbours. Though his own room had nothing, utterly nothing on the cultural assault on the sensed that met him as he entered his superior's quarters.
It took a good few moments to just take it all in. He recognised next to nothing of most of the items, the action figures and posters simply colourful noise to him.
But if there was one thing the red headed man could truly appreciate it was WEAPONS.
He practically skipped over to look up at the array of weapons on display. Back home every gang member worth his salt had a "samurai sword" for the running fights and Rep had become somewhat savvy in at least the basic variants. He waved lazily to Allan and made a beeline straight to stare at them.
"Woah man these are ******** awesome!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 5:55 pm
When Jerry had received the text, he had brightened up immediately. Men's night out? Usually that involved bar hopping or something of the nature, as far as he understood... maybe there'd at least be beer or... anything. With Killzone constantly looming, his stress levels had sky rocketed, but at least in a productive way, rather than his usual destructive. The doorless-ness didn't faze him, and while the apparent weapons collection was fascinating, he was sorely disappointed by the company that seemed to have shown up so far.
He pushed his glasses up his nose, peering through the doorway shyly.
"Er... hi?" He managed, smiling weakly. Just be polite. Rep... couldn't be as bad as he kept giving him credit for, or the repercussions for his previous encounter with the man wouldn't have been so harsh.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 6:12 pm
<> < Not all that special > Was that a hint of jealousy in the angel's voice?
He was nudged out of his reverie at the sound of someone else arriving, a voice he recognised. But even the arrival of Jerry wasn't enough to dampen Rep's enthusiasm for the time being, rather than his usual barbed comment, instead glancing back over his shoulder to the doorway and throwing the other Sun a lazy. "Sup?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 7:02 pm
The text did intrigue Deryk. Men's night out? He really had to wonder what that entailed. But anyway, it sounded like a good way to sort of celebrate his recent promotion, so he made his way over towards the Division lead's room.. only to freeze as he saw what was inside.
Holy hell, he a DDR machine.. somehow. Deryk wasn't really a player of that game but he was definitely impressed that Allan had a working machine in his room. In fact, he had a LOT of stuff. From figurines to a bunch of different weapons.
"Woah.. sweet pad," he said. It was about all he could get out.
Shaking off his stunned state, he wandered on in a little further, noticing Jerry and Rep in the room. Uh oh. They weren't going to stir trouble being in the same place were they? He recalled what happened the last time he saw them both in the same room.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 7:07 pm
Marcus was at that point, out of ******** to give. Julie's recent actions and 'missions' having drained to moon trainee to the point where his ******** had all gone and none were left. People wanted to think he was gay? So be it. He had Cass and Cass knew he wasn't. He knew himself and knew what he liked. Gay cartoons and Dakota's poorly drawn a** were not things he liked.
That night Cass had told him the girls were doing something and while he'd made a face somewhat briefly at the thought, (she wasn't going to sleep with him?) he'd gotten over it. He planned out his night. Get dinner, grab his book on history monarchs of France, (really, he was getting a little bored with fiction), he planned to just relax. What he hadn't planned to do was get a text from the sun division leader with talk of a men's night out.
Now Marcus was already past the point of no ********. His ******** gone, he saw nothing wrong with going to Allan's room, at night, in his sweats and shirt, with talk of being Nakama. Even if he had 0 idea what nakama was.
Sadly when arrived. He really wanted to know what nakama was so he could avoid the ******** out of it. It was like- "Sweet mother of god its like someone took that weird part of a comic book store and just..dumped it here." He muttered. It also hadn't escaped his notice that Allan was the one to have given Julie her....materials.
He walked with caution.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 7:20 pm
Bix didn't need to be convinced or intrigued. He knew he would be there and had to be there. He'd done so badly at Allan's first mission that he just needed to make connections with his divison leader somehow. Then he walked in and he knew he'd never leave. Bix barely had time to greet anyone before he was glued to the action figure cabinet. 
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 7:36 pm
Before was part-intrigued and part-anxious about the invite. Allan hadn't exactly painted a favorable impression of himself to the Misty but then again, that was the default Before had for any division leader so he opted to change that impression he had of the Sun Lead. Who knows, he might actually enjoy himself! Whatever the ******** a nakama was...
Best case, he'd have the time of his ******** life! Worse case the people present wouldn't notice him and he could just slip away if it came to that. He could be a wallflower in his own room just as easily. He wasn't sure if they should bring anything but he figured it was polite to at least come bearing food. He had to sacrifice his last bag of soft-batch cookies (that he stocked up on during his weekend outing with Tori) but good manners and all that.
And then he actually got to Allan's room. Before was promptly torn between doing an about face before the decor gave him seizures and throwing himself at the DDR machine OwO!!! As a compromise, he scooted over to where Bix was. "Bro, do you recognize who those are?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 7:54 pm
Once Wilson read the sender’s name, he really doubted whether or not he should read the actual message (although he felt proud for knowing what the heck nakama meant.) Experience had taught the trainee that most, if not all, things involving Allan often ended in disaster. But curiosity had gotten the better of him, so he read the text and sincerely considered his options. Wilson could stay in his room and keep his sanity or he could go to a division leader’s room—a rare opportunity. Fighting the oncoming wave of regret, he decided to head to Allan’s room, but not before stopping by Dakota’s room to drag the poor moon trainee with him. He wasn’t going to go there alone, okay? “Dakota, you have to stop moping. This isn’t like you,” he scolded.
When he took a look inside the room, Wilson was not the least bit surprised. It was oozing with Japanese paraphernalia, from the pretty decent music to the DDR machine to the drums. Actually, it kind of overwhelmed him. What kind of world had he stepped into, exactly? He only briefly glanced at the action figures and the posters that were scattered over the walls. Although he began to make his way toward the DDR machine—it had been a while since he had done it, so why not?—the numerous weapons caught his eye.
What in the…There were so many weapons. A lot of them were Asian and mildly interesting—oh God there was a rifle. Wilson may or may not have run over toward it like an excited little boy, abandoning Dakota like the old toy that he was.
HNGHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 8:01 pm
There way always time to do one handed pushups. The real difficulty came from doing one handed pushups and trying to read a text with the other hand. "How the hell do these people get my damn number?" really, Leon was getting pissed off at the texts from all these people, He'd have to blame Robert, the first one to text him out of the blue whom the boxer was sure he'd never given his number to.
And after a billion and one texts from A certain hunter and her fascination with firefighter outfits... now Allan had his number. What the flying scissorkick hell? There were no girls around and all of a sudden Allan wants all the guys to hang out for some ... Knock a hama s**t.
Sounded like allen wanted some......... y-owie stuff or whatever Julie called it. What it meant, he wasn't sure, but it felt appropriate. After a few more Repetitions, the question of what to do afterwards came up and he had to run through all the choices.
- Hang out with cass. AT the girls sleepover
- flirt with Boss and her balls AT the girls sleepover
- Argue with Clarice about the shirt needed for firemen. AT the girls sleepover
-attend the guys hang out in allans room.
-See if Robert is going AT the girls sleepover
There really was only one choice, and he was not going to be unsocial and hide in his room, that sounded like something Caelius would do. So without much difficulty, the brunette picked himself up from the floor, took off the added weights and put on some clothes that weren't just boxers, at least some trunks and a sleeveless shirt t go with it and took a stroll to the third floorand the room that didn't have a... door.
If anything, it made the stone faced hunter blink owlishly at the sudden change in atmosphere and the music that filtered through whatever covering the leader used on his domain. and came to an EXPLOSION OF COLOR AND WTF-ery.
" why . the hell. do you have one of those machine's sir?" It had to be one of those dance pads. IT JUST HAD TO, the bane of his own existence. Leon could feel his blood pressure rising just looking at the horrible device.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 8:14 pm
As more people shuffled in, Jerry seemed to relax a bit and slipped fully inside as well. There certainly was... a lot of goodies in the room. He eyed the drum curiously... maybe Allan would lend it to them for future endeavors with the choir? Wouldn't hurt to ask... but a more important question loomed in the back of his mind. And besides... a certain terrifying giant black man wasn't there just then. It was safe, right? Harmless. Just kicking back with the guys.
He fidgeted, making his way closer to where their "Taichou" sat, smiling weakly, "Ah... Allan... sir? Is there ah... anything to drink, maybe? I mean if it's a guy's night out... ahaha..."
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 8:22 pm
The Sun Hunter lead put down his stack of Pikachu cards - roughly 124 and still counting - to wave in an overly friendly manner at Leon. "Oh, you have seen one of these, have you now? I obtained it in a rather fantastic manner from one of my missions, you see- now this is top secret-" If it was top secret then why was he telling Leon and the whole room? -" But that machine is actually haunted." Allan wriggled his raised fingers a bit to emphasize the haunted part. A blank stare from some of the room occupants. "The machine plays on its own, bro, its like, from another dimension."
Wait didn't Allan just say it was haunted, not from another dimension, and if one really thought about it, the plug that extended from the machine to the outlet in the wall actually explained-
"JERRY-KUN MY NAKAMA." Boy did the Sun Hunter lead have a pair of lungs. Either he could instantly teleport even without his weapon summoned or he was just that fast as he stood somewhere next to the Sun trainee, giving Jerry hearty pats on the back. "Nice to see you-" he lowered his voice a little to a stage whisper, which meant everyone else could still hear them -"I hope you, Killzone, and Simon-kun had a great time together." Allan seemed to have personal ideas of what 'a great time together' meant, basking in his own smile for a second before realizing that there was a second question to go with the first. "Ah yes, drinks yes, they are all in the fridge, help yourself!"
Upon opening the fridge, all trainees would see was something that really looked like a certain Sun Hunter lead had raided a Japanese vending machine.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 8:30 pm
Dakota had been moping in his room.
AND HE LIKED MOPING IN HIS ROOM OKAY. He didn't want to go some stupid all men's party thing or whatever because you know....Guess who would be talked to forever about the stupid picture that Julie, HIS DIVISION'S ASSISTANT DREW. So when he opened the door to Wilson, he sighed before going to his bed where a open copy of a book was. If you looked at the cover, something along the lines of "Teenage angst" or something like that was splashed in horrible big text.
If he was actually reading it, you couldn't tell because the book looked so crisp, you could eat it like lettuce. Sighing, The hunter closed it as Wilson magically appeared, dragged him out in his plain black sweats and t-shirt and dragged him to Allan's Suite.
In which case, Dakota crossed his arms following the closest thing he had to a brother into the room and SIGHED. Look at all the ******** color...Look at the...Just looking at it reminded him of Julie and all the gay porn and the picture and Oh-Hey there was Marcus. He got the Moon hunters attention before saluting him and taking a gander around the room. s**t man, this guy was like the ultra nerd of the Dues Island. He came upon Bix and Before before looking at the collection like...
"Is that DC Universe online Wonder Woman Statue? Nice, And oh look a Batman and a Green Lantern." Dakota tapped the glass before adding a, "Fancy yo." Before heading off to look at more stuff. Maybe he could just slip out too before someone made a comment- He looked at Wilson though who was looking at a shiny rifle and sighed, taking a seat somewhere...near Allan who was getting a card game out. "Yo Allan-Taichou, What are we setting up here?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 8:38 pm
Suddenly Allan was shouting and SUDDENLY HE WAS RIGHT NEXT TO HIM- Jerry nearly jumped clear out of his glasses as the hearty pat came to his back, and his face went red, "It... um... c-could have gone worse?" He managed weakly, his voice wobbling. "Er... Mr. Killzone has um. P-put me under observation, ahahaha..." But he wasn't here now... as far as Jerry knew. The man had a habit of fitting in strange places one would never imagine a man of his size could fit in. But no... no if he was here, he would know it. And last he knew he was doing somethign questionable with a dolphin in his room. Yeah, yeah, he couldn't be here. It was safe. He was happy that the conversation led towards drinks, and he perked up, immediately heading to the fridge to examine...
... a lot of labels he had no idea what they said but he was pretty sure half of them were some sort of filtered pond scum.
:C
"Er... sir...? I was thinking more like um. Beer or... or something?" Never mind. he probably shouldn't. Or rather, he definitely shouldn't, but it had been weeks now, and he had been so good, he deserved something good didn't he? He sighed, helping himself to what he *hoped* was just bottled water.
"N-nevermind, um. That's a magnificent drum, sir! Do you have any other instruments?" His smile returned at least. Allan had one thing going for him- while Jerry had never fallen prey to the Anime Craze, his room was certainly a plethora of interesting and entertaining things.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 8:46 pm
Rep finally had his attention yanked away from the swords as he caught Jerry's question behind him and Allan's not-so-hushed reply. Drinks? Did someone say drinks? The last time he'd had a ******** drink was on the date with Clarice and it had been not quite enough to dent his constitution over from tipsy into utterly ******** smashed. He wandered totally casually over to the fridge, not eavesdropping at all, nope.
And looked depressed at the completely unreadable labels.
"The ********?" He waited for Jerry to take something before grabbing a bottle of something that may or may not have been window cleaner by the looks of it. It said Calpis on the side. This did little to assuage his fears.
He tasted it tenatively. It was...yogurty. He probably could have done worse.
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