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 Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 4:37 pm
The labs were broken, and of all the places that Melvin wanted to see back up and running, it was the labs. No where else on the island had his interest as the very place he hoped to spend the most time at, and in hopes of also seeing if he could happen upon any scrap of paperwork he might take a peek at. This was the very place that would give him the answers he'd been looking for all his life, but in order to even get there, it had to be in working condition.
He'd already did some work on the labs, but as he had nothing else to do aside from weapon's practice, he set aside from site each day to pitch in. No one could accuse the new guy of not pulling his weight, and he did like work better than lazying about. Part of him hoped the lab techs would notice his contribution later down the road and be more willing to share what they knew. Maybe let him sit in on some experiments or lectures - if such things happened here.
As it was, he was assigned to an outside wall that needed some boards removed and a lot of debris tossed into a trash can that would be dumped elsewhere - most likely the ocean or some randomly assigned place on the island. Given some leather gloves, he put those on, took off his sweater to set aside (as it was much too hot out outside in this climate for a sweater), and started to pick up pieces of rock and random broken equipment that needed to be cleared out before it could be swept and then rebuilt. It was boring work, and he wished his ipod worked instead of being dead back in his dorm.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 5:07 pm
Roland arrived with his coat tied around the waist, a light tshirt on and a pair of shorts. His scarf was tied around his head keeping his hair out of his face as he marched towards the labs with a stoic face.
<< Misy Dragon got you worried? >>
Her laughter caused him to glare all the harder at the labs, "We have to do it. We have to fix the labs to get the portals online, never mind it's better we have it fixed then broken down if anyone gets hurt." So he continued to march towards the lab.
That was when he noticed a blond fellow moving rubble, "Oh hey, you're the wipes guy who everyone thought wasn't a real person." He moved over towards the other hunter crossing his arms, "Today a rubish removal day?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 5:32 pm
This wasn't the sort of introduction Melvin expected, and certainly the most peculiar. He only vaguely knew the man who strolled into the half-room, but it was hard to make a mental picture when you met someone in a dark cell with penises drawn all over their face. The addition of "everybody" made him slightly concerned.
"Is that what everyone thinks of me?" He asked, not getting why offering a few hand wipes to people who were glad to get marker off their face made him sound odd. That and he wasn't leaving much of an impression as a human being to be considered real. Considering the people around him during the mission, he would think the drug sniffer or the porn star would be considered imaginary.
"The name's Melvin Wood, and yeah. Picking up stuff is today's assignment." He said, picking up a broken piece of wood that looked as if it had been burned in half, before tossing it into the nearby trash bin.
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Miliardo Kason rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 1
Total: 3 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 6:18 pm
"Probably not." He moved to gather a few of the wood chunks beside the other hunter tossing them towards the bin before pausing to look at him properly in the light. "But Rin likely did, Rep seemed to be unsure and I only chalked you up because there where a lot of 'not real' people in that whole situation. Honestly, if I hadn't met the person prior to being in that acting thing or knowing we where sent to find them I'd have questioned them on being real."
He moved over towards another blocked up wall, random barricades thrown up that had to be pulled down. "Roland Taft, Mist hunter." He looked at the boards for a moment before running a hand through his hair brushing a small silver scythe in his ear before suddenly bringing the real weapon down to crush the boards off the wall.
"And this, is Sylvia."
<< He's... as scrawny as you but taller. >>
He kept that last part to himself.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 6:32 pm
"Nice to meet you Roland. I'm a Life hunter. Uh, trainee." He would shake hands, but they both seemed to have their hands full at the moment, and Melvin returned to picking up a pile of plaster and wood that needed to be taken care off. One room down meant another that could be worked and then finished. One room closer to having it complete and there being nothing else to do than being allowed to USE the lab.
As for weapons, a common subject he was finding around here, he reached behind a ear and showed the red pen. "This is Saliva. Names are pretty close." He placed the pen back behind his ear and went back to tossing another board in the trash.
"Did you get through the last mission okay?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 6:52 pm
"Yeah, Trainee as well, I just prefer to ignore the part that makes me sound completely helpless since the Mist part gets enough raised eyes as it is." He paused for a moment looking up noting the pen with a nod.
"Yeah, but does yours gush over boys all the time requesting them to take their tops off?"
<< Only the GOOD looking ones jeez. I have a level of expectation when I want to see topless boils, not scrawny twigs, and midgets like you. >>
He rolled his eyes seemingly for no reason, but with a weapon in your head the reason why was common knowledge. Moving to pick up the boards on the ground he left Silvya slung over one shoulder as he tossed the chunks to Melvin's feet to gather and toss.
He then paused.
"I burned alive. In a bubble of sound I was trying to use to save myself. It filled up slowly boiling and burning me from the feet up like a toy soldier in a fireplace.... no I don't think I got through okay to be honest.."
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 7:39 pm
He paused a moment as he was discussing it with his weapon, and then looked back to Roland. "She thinks humans are gross, shirtless or otherwise." Which he was glad for because if his weapon was turned on when he went to take a shower, things would get strange very quickly.
"I burned a little. Was behind the Moons. I take it you recovered okay?" Seeing as he was here and not in the infirmary, it had to be taken as a good sign. That didn't mean it hadn't hurt. Melvin still felt how it was to be sizzled like bacon, and he really didn't want to encounter that sensation again.
"Was that your first mission? How new are you?" He picked up a few more pieces and tossed them in the trash. They were slowly getting work done.
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Miliardo Kason rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 12:25 pm
"If it makes you feel better, Sylvia has a very... different taste then either of us for men. So. No worries. Really." He moved to shuffled some rubble about as the other hunter talked finally turning with a shrug.
"I was on the front line's working as a Moon, though we seemed to have done a terrible job at our work this time." He dismissed Sylvia back into an earring before shivering slightly, "The damage is mental, not physical, at least in that case."
Moving over he started to move larger chunks of rubble to the side rolling some of the rounder rocks before pausing in his work again, "I woke up a week or two before the siege, you'd be shocked how quickly you lose track of time here with no days off from this life. As for a mission, yeah, that was my first planned mission rather then a surprise attack on us."
Repair rolls 2/3
Total: 10
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 4:40 pm
Taste in men. Melvin glanced as he noticed the weapon turn into a earring and decided not to ask. It seemed clear enough, and he continued to pick the manageable pieces of trash that could still be heaved up and thrown in. The small bits would be swept, and the rest of the rumble would be collected into a pile where heavier machinery (or stronger hunters) could toss it in the bin.
"I just woke up a few days before this place was attacked. The mission we went on was my first. I suppose I didn't do a good enough job as the backup for Moon. Do you know if missions are always that ....intense?" There had been mind games and lava and everyone seemed to be dropping like flies all around him. Hunters who had a lot more experience than him. Was this mild to most hunters?
Kneeling down, he pushed on a rock, only just barely managing it to move. Physical strength was not his strong suit.
Rolls: 1/3
Helped: 5
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 9:11 pm
See Roland didn't think anything was wrong with that comment, his earring was just something Syliva chose, he didn't have a say in how she looked or work. She wanted to be an earring? She was an earring, he almost didn't notice it till later when she explained where she was hiding in his ear which with her aid healed instantly.
As for men, well, Sylvia enjoyed more manly boils rather then the slender or short. Of course Roland did a lovely job of implying otherwise entirely just then.
"So you were out only a few days? Damn. I at least had long enough to get a few spars in and learn what Sylvia could do. You should visit the training courses, but I hear the life one is uhhh not so friendly. At all." Moving towards Melvin's rubble piles he started to toss stuff into the trash before moving to kick a runic device, a form of a wood cutter that he tossed larger chunks into.
"I uh, no I don't think so. I hear a lot of odd things happen here. Candace mentioned everyone getting double D's and a raging period, Jordan said something about being penguin's for a day." He shrugged at the other hunter.
"I..." He paused thinking for a moment, "If you haven't met many people yet, you'll learn quickly, we aren't expected to last long." He frowned, "Not to say you'll be dead next day, but the job seems to come with a ticking clock waiting for the day you make a mistake. Sometimes that clock runs out quicker then it does for others."
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 9:22 pm
"I've only been to one training ground and tried out my weapon a bit. I'm trying to go there whenever I'm not helping out around here to work on learning out it all works and practicing aim. It's not exactly something they train you in school, and there are no instructors anywhere around to teach anyone about weapons. If I knew what weapon I had before going here, I'd get a few books on the subject at the very least, or if my computer was working, I'd look it up." Anything to help him out a bit more, but it seemed more learning experiences here were independent studies.
The idea of double DDs, periods, and penguins had him looking confused and slightly disgusted, and he looked at Ro as if he was spitting out crazy. "You don't think they were just pulling your leg on that? I mean this place is plenty crazy, but I think they might just be teasing you a bit." If Melvin didn't see proof, he wasn't going to believe things that were physically impossible, and the list Ro just gave just seemed more silly than actually dangerous. It sounded like a joke to him.
As still as that list was, Ro followed up with a very heavy tidbit of information. That they could die, and most were expected to do so. Was that why there was no one helping him out to train? Was that why that he was left to get information on his own - because it was a waste of resources to train someone that just might be killed?
He stopped pushing the rock. He didn't want to die, and the fact no one expected him to live made it disheartening that the very people who recruited him had no faith that he would live. "Doesn't exactly inspire you to work hard when everyone things you're going to die?"
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Miliardo Kason rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 6:32 am
"The courses I'm talking about are a bit more then the training field. Not just hitting dummies, but doing tasks that related directly to each class of hunter. Fighting for Suns, Defense for Moon, so on and so on." He chucked a few pieces of wood into the cutter pausing in conversation at all the grinding sounds. "You really don't know what weapon you get, apparently we each get our own unique one and that's it. You can only learn from there after."
A handful of other items tossed in he turned to Melvin shrugging. "Nope, I don't at all. After what we just went through? The illusions? Anything could be possible to me at this point. I won't like it most likely, but anything could happen at this point."
Finally he cut power to the runic cutter turning back to Melvin eyes slightly downcast. "You work hard to make sure you don't die really. I came out the pod trying to be all high morale and positive energy. Everyone I met was mostly the opposite, some where nicer then others, but the message still stands. We fight and die for others in a war no one will know about. The only people who will mourn us are the ones we fight beside."
"I guess that's the price we pay to hunt the things that might have ruined our lives."
Repair 3/3
Total 16
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 2:26 pm
"I've noticed how depressed everyone seems around here. I thought it was just because some people are recovering, but someone did mention that there were people before them that didn't make it. Guess it's always a funeral around here." This was seriously depressing him, and he was feeling more and more regret for volunteering. That and he couldn't help but feel a tad pissed that his recruiter didn't go into much detail about the general feel of this place and that the expectations were fight till you die. It wasn't a motto he'd assume they used to gain more fighters which probably was why it wasn't mentioned to him. Sure, they said that if he came, he'd be fighting for what he believed in and putting his life on the line, but that wasn't different to fighting till you die. It was like death was the ultimate goal. Melvin liked to think promotion to another position rather than basic fighter might be available. Maybe put your time in and then use your experience to then get a better job just working in the research department.
"I don't think everyone fights here. I've seen plenty of people who seem to just be normal workers in the labs and other departments. I wouldn't be motivated if they told they told me death was the only thing I was working towards." He took a break, leaning against a large rock.
Thinking a moment, he somewhat smiled despite the topic of discussion. "Still find it weird to hear anyone talking about monsters and everyone not thinking they were crazy." Maybe that was why so many people here were lunatics.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 11:00 am
"I don't want to say everyone is depressed, but for the most part people are just uhm, very serious." He frowned, "You have to understand... someone apparently important to a lot of people died during the siege, the people we saved from the Horsemen? People wrote them off as dead, people that loved them, cared for them, or where friends, thought that where gone. Can you blame people for being upset about that? Upset at those who couldn't make it back through the portal?"
The hunter had stopped his work entirely turning to face Melvin arms crossed and clear sadness in his eye, "Regardless of how we got here or why, we're... a really dysfunctional family that needs to look out for one another, even if it means accepting how terrible of a fate we have." He even shook his head at the later comment about fighting, "They have weapons too, I'm sure of it. Just being a life is more then the study of the things we fight and impromptu medics. You have a weapon for a reason. To fight the things that bump in the night. You can work towards any position you want I guess, but the fact is when a mission that big comes up, even you have to fight."
Finally Melvin said something that caused Ro to break into a half sad smile, "Yeah, that probably explains most of it."
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 7:59 pm
"Yeah. Fighting. I'm..working on that." He really didn't have any problem with killing monsters, it was just aiming well enough to hit him that was the problem. Aside from nerf guns, he never really fired a weapon. Well, aside from a hunting rifle during a failed trip out into the woods when he was younger. Needless to say, he never did bag Bambi.
"You seem to have adapted rather well for being new." The dysfunctional family sounded a bit too Hallmark for him, but the idea was made clear. He had to work with these people to stay alive and be a team. At least he was already in a team. If this was left to Dodge Ball, pick-your-team style, he didn't think he'd be first pick.
"What do you think of everyone here?" He got the general impression they were all rather nuts.
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