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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2012 9:18 pm
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"AAH s**t!"
Talk about short notices. Deryk was now in a bit of a panic mode. Who to bring along? Ariane! She was a good death hunter. Who else? A sun and moon might be good to have. Who were suns and moons?
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Marcus and Ofelia!
Dragain Text to Ariane: Need help for mission. Go to Cael's office.
iStoleYurVamps Text to Marcus: Uhh.. got some time? Need help with something. Yes. Cael's office.
Rown Text to Ofelia: Need a sun for mission. Come to Cael's office.
...That should work right? After he sent those off, he rushed on off towards the meeting place, sort of dreading what might come.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2012 9:23 pm
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Ofelia was rolling about on the floor, doing some decent morning stretches, when her phone went off near her head. It startled her from her counting, prompting her to wonder if anyone asked should she say she did fifteen or thirty pushups, but that was beside the point. The end point of it was she took a look at the phone, look at the text, and nearly squealed with delight for two reasons.
01. ADVENTURE 02. Deryk totally didn't hate her despite her running her mouth during their rescue mission.
Quickly getting up she dusted her knees off, dusted her elbows off, and texted a message back while running off to get to where she needed to go. Supposedly it was best to get to Cael's office sooner than later since Mr. Death Guywas something of a crazy a*****e, right? There was also that whole thing with him maybe being gay? That wasn't all real, right?
It didn't really matter, Ofelia was already almost there, and she finally remembered to hit send as she actually reached her destination (with the help of signs and bothering the crap out of a few people).
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2012 9:27 pm
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2012 11:15 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2012 11:18 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2012 11:23 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2012 11:24 pm
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It was only when Ofelia noticed that everyone else had shown up without their weapons in golem form that Ofelia even. . . thought about it. Rue had to be sleeping...or doing something somewhere right? She totally didn't think about telling her that she was going to get turned off, she just turned her the ******** off and went about her merry way of grinning ear to ear.
Then came the screaming in her ears and Ofelia ignored it with all the power of an amazing person learning to ignore everything all at once. Rue was needed more now for her power to punch enemies, not the power to punch the s**t out of Ofelia on a random notice.
"Thanks fer callin' me here, Ah'll do mah best ta help ya in any way Ah can." Ofelia looked around, noticing she really was the only sun. Deryk was Death, Marcus was Moon, and judging by the girl's coat - another Death? That pretty much meant damage was up to her so long as Marcus had her back.
Considering they liked one another she wasn't too worried in the slightest, and her wide grin stayed on her slightly bruising face. Oh, so now the bruises wanted to show up. Jerks. Also, why the heck did that girl just pat Deryk on the butt? For some reason that just made her blush, not that she was the one having her butt touched.
"Uh...Ah dunno if we've met? Ah'm Ofelia, but most jus' call me Ofie. Sun divison, nice ta meetcha." She extended a hand in Ariane's direction.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2012 11:50 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2012 12:22 am
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The office door sung open, though Mark seemed to be magically missing from his usual perch somewhere between hanging on a flagpole outside the window and screaming as he plunged to his further demise several floors down.
Instead, the door parted to reveal an extremely fair woman with long, braided black hair and tanned skin. She said not a single word as she slowly pulled the door fully open, instead gazing at them curiously before returning to her place - literally seated on the desk where the Death Lead was currently trying to finish a weekly mission dispatch. He didn't even say a word as she slowly began to pluck flowers from her own headband and happily place them in his hair, which was currently half-braided and sporting all sorts of glowing blue flower-like accessories.
The look very much said not a single word as Caelius took a second to focus his attention on Deryk. "As most Hunters seem to be ******** incompetent, more so than usual, this week, you have been scheduled for one of the routine surveillance missions. That means you are in charge and will lead your team to coordinates 42 degrees north 75 west at marked location to observe and if necessary eliminate the source of the situation." The lady had returned to re-braiding the back of the Death lead's hair, now that it had grown out just just slightly. "Consider this your first and if you ******** up, your last important mission. I hope I make myself very clear."
Silence. Were they supposed to stare? Leave? Ask questions? It was extremely vague.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2012 1:52 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2012 6:46 am
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"Ariane, obviously Death division," The trainee chuckled as she half-turned in order to show off the double scythes on her coat. She already knew Marcus, but not the Sun trainee that Deryk had summoned to go on this mission... Whatever it may be. With the hand which had been on Deryk's behind just a second ago, Ariane took the offered hand and gave it one firm shake before letting go, "Nice to meet you too, Ofie~"
When the office door opened, the last thing she expected to her was a woman - no, that was probably more of Dr H's division - or a woman braiding his hair like Caelius wasn't one of the more abrasive person around. In fact, that was probably the only reason why she decided to keep her mouth shut.
"Yes sir," She simply replied before tilting her head upwards to stare at Deryk, waiting for him to make a move first.
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2012 9:17 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2012 11:03 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2012 6:33 pm
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