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 Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 1:01 am
Otto was once again resting. He felt a lot more fatigued than when he first awoke there. He'd been visited by Molly, Clerise, Dakota and Eva in the time he had been there. Had it been days? He had no concept of time. None at all. Everything just melded, from one day to another.
The small blonde stirred from his slumber, weakly opening his eyes. The tray of cupcakes lay on the bedside table. The dog plush was gripped in his hand. The hand knit Beanie lay nearby the cupcake tray. Comics and other trinkets too. So many gifts from so many well wishers.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 1:17 am
"You awake?" Ariane grinned, leaning forward; she was seated beside the bed, on a chair that she had dragged in from somewhere, "Glad to see you alive and in one piece." Who else will finish up her fries the next time she can't finish them? Who else will go stuff their face silly with her, when it's late at night and everyone else had fallen asleep?
"You're really a typical boy, aren't you?" She laughed, looking at the gifts that he had received thus far.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 1:22 am
Woah. He had company. In his half-awake state he hadn't noticed Ariane seated beside him. Otto slowly got himself up in a seated position, stifling a yawn with his free hand. At this point he wasn't sure if he should be surprised to see another visitor. He certainly liked it, anyway. Not that he'd say so.
He looked sheepish at her observation, ruffling his hair. "Ya think?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 3:33 am
"Yup," Ariane replied, poking the plushie that he was holding onto on its nose, raising an eye brow, "Except this, I guess... But it's good that you're secure enough to boldly hold onto it. Good job."
Leaning back against the back of the chair, she pulled up a packet of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, a packet of Marshmallows, and a packet of Oreo cookies from underneath her seat; she had bought a couple of these back during their trip to Chicago, intending for them to last a while, but she supposed that Otto deserved to get something for being a survivor, especially since the Horsemen had already shown that they had no qualms about killing them.
"Alright, I wasn't sure what you liked, so pick one," She held the packets out in front of Otto.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 9:08 am
Otto looked down. Oh right. The plush. He'd been holding onto it while sleeping. Should he be embarrassed? Probably. Was he? Not really. Ariane didn't seem to care so why should he? Regardless though, it was set aside since he was now awake.
Ariane began to pull out various snacks, narrowing Otto's attention on her. Well he was certainly getting a lot of sweets. He'd have to be careful to hide this fact from Sunny.
Otto pointed to the Reese cups, eyes oddly focused despite looking so tired. It was becoming increasingly difficult to be upset about his endeavor when everyone who visited him brought him things. Molly brought cola, Clerise brought booze (which he had yet to sample), Eva brought cupcakes, etc.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 9:13 am
"You might die from diabetes first, before some shadow creature gets you," Ariane laughed, setting down the bag of Reese cups beside the cupcakes, and putting the other two packets back under her chair, "How are you holding up?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 9:18 am
And Otto was okay with that.
Unwrapping the pack of chocolate goodness, the teen shrugged. "Can't complain.." He murmured quietly. Well, he could complain, but he really didn't want to. Because then he would have to talk about his feelings. And that was so not happening. Otto was going to shove all of those feels deep deep down and forget they ever existed.
The Horsemen's Lair was just a bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad dream.
"..'pparently the place is kinda beat up?" Otto asked, coherent enough to try and steer the topic.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 11:29 am
"Oh? Even though you have the right to complain?" Ariane asked, leaning back against her chair, crossing one leg over the other, "Well, I can't complain about you not complaining." She was never the comforting, babying sort that most people needed on their darkest days, anyway. If Otto needed to talk, it would be best for him to find someone more willing, and more qualified, per say.
"Beat up? You mean the buildings on the island?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 11:37 am
Otto nibbled on the Reese cup, but like most things he'd been fed, only ate half before setting it aside. Complaining meant reliving. He didn't want to do that. He didn't want to admit it was real. Maybe it would all go away if he pretended.
"Uh.. well just heard from a couple people it got a little scuffed up from the pony folk." Otto mumbled, licking chocolate off of his fingers.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 12:44 pm
Ariane eyed the half-eaten snack... And then grabbed it, tossing it into her own mouth.
"The buildings at HQ, the labs, and towns got damaged pretty badly during the raid," She replied with a grin once the chocolate had been chewed and swallowed, "Some facilities were down for a while, but they're going up again. Like the portals for vacation. They've been working on the renovations, and it's going well, from what I saw."
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 1:24 pm
"Hm.." Otto hummed, idly twiddling his thumbs. Nothing seemed to last at Deus. This was why Hunters could never have nice things. He wondered when the portals would be ready. If he was lucky, maybe he could get his drums soon. Not that he could play them right away. He could barely wave his hand without getting a head rush. "Oh.. you can have one of those things if'ya want.." Otto mumbled, lazily waving to the cupcakes Eva made. "Dun want'em to go bad."It was t be noted, that Eva's handywork was... subpar. The tyedye job with terribly messy Get Well Soon writing seemed rushed. The cake itself tasted just fine though.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 1:36 am
"Much obliged," Ariane grinned, and grabbed one of the cupcakes off the tray, immediately chomping down on it. She failed to notice that there was actually words on it; to her, it was just icing. Lots of it.
"Mm, not bad. Didn't know that you have so many admirers though," She commented, taking another bite off the cupcake, "Anyway, next vacation. If we take it together, want to hit the arcades? It's been a while since I shot something that wouldn't, you know, shoot me back and try to kill me."
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 10:57 am
Good. She ate one. He really didn't want to fight with anyone who insisted 'noooo theyre yours to get better cakes~'. Because that was just dumb. They were dumb. The fact he got them at all was the only point of them. He felt better knowing people cared, and that was all.
"Me either." He replied, looking at the gifts he'd collected. He'd never had so many well wishers in his life.
Arcade? Otto seemed to perk up slightly. Not only was Dakota going to buy him the best drums ever, Ariane would take him out for games? Score! "I like that plan. Also like not gettin' shot at." Or tortured for days on end.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 11:35 am
"You should count yourself lucky then," Ariane replied with a laugh before flexing one arm; although she hadn't growth much in muscle mass, her arms felt hard. If anyone punched them, she was sure that it would like like hitting a brick wall, "With our kick a** reflexes, we should be able to set a new highscore on all of their machines... Yes, A-R-I and O-T-O will appear on all the scoreboards as number 1."
Oh man, she had always wanted to do that. Go through a whole game with just one credit.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 11:33 pm
Otto smirked faintly. Pwning the arcade and leaving their initials all over it? Badass. They could spend the better part of a day doing that and he'd be happy. Or as happy as Otto ever got. The blonde, looked up at Ariane and nodded. "Let's do it."
He held out a weak hand, balled into a fist to be bumped.
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