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 Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 6:03 pm
It wasn't fun being stuck on the island, missing the Olympics due to the lock down or as Leon called it. With Master Caelius Grounding them. No traveling, nothing but cleaning and rebuilding. Poor Gale and Marcus took the biggest hit of them all. Then again it did mean that the ones who were normally called on to build and carry things had their plates full. Himself included.
And Clarice just sat under an umbrella sipping on some sort of bermuda tropical drink as she watched him work.
sip sip siiiiiiiiiiiip~
it was torture but was Leon glad to hide away in his own quarters again as he flopped ungracefully on his cot. He was getting lazy and needed to start back up his training regimen. That damn Luke and his spray painted abs.
While he spent the time lamenting over the fabricated misconceptions of his physique, the small box that was placed on the corner of his bed finally came into view, the parcels contents were ripped inot with glee.
"new dumbbells, maybe a set of new cross training shoes, or a NEW BONSAI TREE!" ever since Nidhogg got his own golem body for a week, everything in his room needed to be replaced due to his nighttime chewing, including one disheveled bonsai tree. it was weeks, months of pruning, all gone within a few chomps.
But it was none of those items, but a Pale green/ gray top. A sweater, a very nice feeling sweater.
WITH SLEEVES. "WHAT CRUEL JOKE IS THIS?!" Leon said heatedly as he stared at the confining fabric and its tiny armholes. Nope. he was not even going to try. But there was one person that likes these things from what he could recall.
The person who helped him out of his turtleneck death trap back then, and almost lovingly stroked the sweater that he happily gave up. It would go to him, he decided. once he could find the bloke. It was decided, after a grunt of effort of finding a new sleeveless shirt and dashing out the door, the re-wrapped present in tow, Leon was going to find Melvin.
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 6:25 pm
Melvin was training, as usual, but the heat had gotten to him and he was taking a break. Saliva in her gun form resting on the bench beside him, he took off his sweater and his coat to fold nicely beside him, and then drank from a bottle of water he took from the cafeteria. It was muggy out here, and he wondered exactly WHERE they were. There was a distant hum of strange noises from weird trees that he could sometimes glimpse when the fog rolled to a thin strange before moving back to block his view of the distance. There was also a large mountain that wasn't capped by snow, making him wonder. Were they in Hawaii? If no, it wasn't a vacation. It would have been hard to get a tan out here, not that he was trying. He had a lab tan.
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 6:58 pm
While the island may have been small, and relatively uninhabitable, it didn't make it any easier to find a person, let alone one of the newer recruits. The mess hall didnt' show anyone, nor the common rooms of the compound. It was odd, the boxer was puzzled. Was this Melvin just a figment, or was he already on some solo missions? It wasn't until a trip to the outer areas of the island did he spot the lone figure resting.
"training?" he muttered quietly, almost to the point in shock that there was a new person that wasn't taking it easy. It was..... commendable to say the least. It only made the Life intermediate clench onto the wrapping of the box tighter and begin the trudge in the sand to get to the recruit. " Not much in the ways of scenery, don't ya think?" he said casually and waved at Melvin.
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 7:13 pm
Melvin looked up to a man carrying a box, and gave a wave back as he took another drink of his water. Once he swallowed, he looked around. "Can't say it's postcard worthy. Where are we, anyways? That does not look like a normal mountain." He said, gesturing to the volcano that was jutting out from the center of the island. From here, he just just barely make the outline of it, but the fact that it lacked snow and it was this hot somewhat had him confused. The only places he knew that had mountains in the tropics were - "Is that a volcano? I hope it's not active."
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 12:42 am
Leon had a thoughtful pause as he tried to figure out the best way to state the information requested. The hand that was gingerly scratching on his stubble still seemed awkward there. "Im not sure what that thing is over there, but it always possible its dormant volcano." he mused quietly before turning to the trainee. "I just can't recall if the ring of fire extends to the mythic Bermuda triangle." he said casually, letting the vital piece of info out for Melvin to chew on. "Lets hope we don't turn into another Pompeii, eh?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 12:47 am
Melvin looked back at the man, than the volcano, and back to him. "That's not comforting. I've already been set on fire twice." It hurt like a b***h, and he only survived because he had a magical shield. If it wasn't for that, he'd be a pile of ash. The Bermuda Triangle was only see as a joke as Melvin couldn't take that seriously.
Instead, he twisted the top of his water bottle before looking the guy over once again. "Are you here to train?" It was the only reason anyone came out here, and he glanced at the box. Was that his weapon or did he keep his weapon in there. Oh he hoped it was a small weapon. He needed to see SOMEONE with a smaller weapon than his.
Taking a sip, he then capped the bottle. "What's your name?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 10:48 am
Green eyes widened at the idea of being set on fire, like some kind of hunter flambe. "That sounds like a you issue." he said bluntly "Even more so since it happened twice." how does that happen twice, he didn't want to ask, sure he was curious but he wasn't going to ask for details.
The boxers eye twitched at Melvin's latest comment, the grin that got wider on his face as he stared down the fresh meat. "Yep, you must be new here if you're asking me that question." Training was his life, almost everyone on the island could attest to that. all except for one. "Names Leon, and as for the box in my hand." he indicated, giving the wrapped container a little shake. "Is actually a gift for your welcoming to Deus, or Hell as some trainees call it." he mentioned dryly with a shrug. They all thought it at one point or another, especially those that have the misfortune to cross paths with Master Caelius.
"I may not know much about you, but after that frightening moment in that show illusion, I did learn that you like clothing." he teased again, shaking the box at the smaller male before tucking it behind him. "But that's only if you can beat me, call it your hazing if you want."
It didn't stop the Life trainee from grinning maliciously at the newer addition.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 1:02 pm
"The fire thing happening twice was not because I played with matches or something irresponsible as that. A dragon set me on fire and then that weird mission had lava thrown my way. Not exactly things you can avoid." He felt a need to clarify that he didn't intentionally throw himself in fire or set himself up to be Barbecued.
As Leon continued, Melvin was looking at the box he was shaking before he was reminded who this guy was. A smile crossed his face. "Ohh. You're the guy who got trapped in a sweater." That had been a You problem for him, and yet Melvin still helped him out. Now he was offering him a welcoming gift? Seemed a bit weird for a guy to give clothes for another guy though. Still...
Tilting his head, he watched at Leon hid the box behind him. "You make me sound like a vain girl. I don't like all clothes, and .." He looked Leon over. "..I can't agree with everyone's taste. I'm not going to spar for a t-shirt from a Linkin Park concert." Even though this was supposed to be a welcoming gift, it felt more like a bribe to get him to fight. If that was the case, he wanted to actually SEE what it was before he got off this bench.
Melvin crossed his arms and waited.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 1:53 pm
"So... you're flaming." Leon said in a moment of brilliance, like it dawned on him from the heavens, this moment of clarity. Accidental as it may have been, the fact still remained that Melvin was put on the barbie, on more than one occasion.
All the smugness deflated in an instant as he glowered at the other male. "The sweater was a trap." he huffed out indignantly. damn that piece of clothing. plus that little jibe over his potential choice in clothes was just horrible. "Its not some crappy band shirt, Do i look like Otto!?" he roared with a sense of rage that his weapon would have been proud of. If he wanted to see the goods, he just had to ask. "Fine, its this." he declared suddenly and pulled the cover off the box, revealing the $275 dollar cashmere sweater to the fellow hunter and then sealing the box back up. "But nothing comes for free in this place, so try your best to earn it at least huh?"
These were life lessons from Leon.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 2:03 pm
The joke was a terrible pun that was both insulting and made him want to groan at how terrible it was. If there was a time for Leon to redeem himself, not was the time, and he did so in a dazzling display. First, he insulted Otto's poor choice in clothes, and this alone had the bored, someone annoyed expression of the Life Hunter brighten, and he looked up at Leon with a small smile. "Yeah, Otto does look like he rolled around at a Hot Topic and just let whatever stick." Oh, it was nice to insult Otto, and to know that Leon disliked him at least a little bit made him add a plus to his overall grading of Leon.
Then he presented him with what he was showing, and Melvin could deduce just by looking at it that the sweater was high quality, nicely stitched, a nice slate gray, and most of all, his size.
If Melvin didn't know better, he would think Leon was hitting on him.
"Not bad." He lied, clearly taken to the prize. Standing up, Melvin dusted his pants and then picked up his gun from the bench. All the other times he had to spar, it was to save himself from getting pummeled. Now he had motivation! A prize!
What? It was a REALLY nice sweater. It just so happened that Leon had taste. He didn't LOOK like he had taste, but he did.
"I'll try my best then." He walked off a ways, giving himself the range he needed, before he got a good grip on his gun that felt comfortable.
"Start when you're ready."
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 2:58 pm
Hook, line and sinker. The slight widening of eyes, the sudden increase of respiration rate, the green eyes of Leon didn't miss any of that. Looked like Melvin was swayed by nice clothing. It was a good thing to file away should the life hunter ever need a favor. Like Rep with one of those nasty heart attack inducing pizza and Jerry with a nice bourbon...... actually he was sure the guy would be sated even with a cheap whisky. What he didn't expect was for Melvin to walk a good distance away and brandish a firearm, albeit that it seemed a little sci-fi ish. "Oh, a long to mid range weapon huh?" he drawled out curiously. If only he was good with firearms himself. there was a slight pang of jealousy over not being able to wield a shotgun correctly other than to go melee and just wail on things with the butt of the gun. While Marvin took all the space he needed, Leon stood right by the bench, shielding the parcel and its contents and grinning wider at his sparring partner. "Oh no, you go first." he declared loudly and summoned the Necklace to its real form; that of one angry, loud and ever hungry chainsaw revving to life. "I insist."
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 8
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 3:44 pm
Melvin paused when he saw the man rev up a chainsaw and felt himself paling.
Why does everyone have these killer weapons?
Hey! I'm a killer! If you managed to hit anything, I'd make them beg for mercy!
I really wanted that sweater, too. Melvin was loosing all motivation and hope when he saw Leon just holding the chainsaw. Everything was becoming more and more ridiculous when he sparred with someone. A massive axe, a twin blade, a human-sized boomerang, and now this. Next someone was just going to appear with a tank or a heat-seeking rocket gun. It was so unfair.
HEY YOU TWIG! We can do this! It's not size that matters! I knew spiders who could drop a boil in seconds. I'm potent! I can do this!!
Melvin wasn't feeling that motivated, but he brought up his game and looked down the sight to line up his mark.
If we don't win, I'm putting you in the dresser drawer for a week.
He then fired. A green, glowing pod egg shot out holding inside a mild acid once cracked on impact.
HP: 40/40
Damage: 3
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Bloodlust Dante rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 1
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 3:58 pm
And then he was egged.
a green splatter along the fear shield like it was a Halloween prank on his pops BMW.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Leon cried out in outrage, practically stomping his feet at the bullet that was fired. He was hoping for a shotgun round, a incendiary round, hell even a BB bullet. But it was an egg. A egg that was burning his fear shield, and was not delicious from how Nidhogg was reacting. "WHAT IS THIS, ALIEN VS FREAKING PREDATOR, DAMN CHICKEN EGG LAYING WEAPON."
He had such high hopes for this one and it felt like it was all for naught, on the plus side at least he didn't miss. It was still a Melee vs ranged battle. With a furious cry, Leon went charging at the spectacled hunter, swinging a glancing blow at the gun before closing back in. "cmon, shoot like you mean it!"
HP: 47/50
DMG: 1
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 1
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 4:34 pm
Melvin paused a moment, looking at Leon and not sure if he should take it as a compliment that his weapon was associated with a alien, or offended that it was just a easy association when dealing with alienish eggs and for the clear mistake in tossing predators in there as well. "Predators have nothing to do with eggs, and Aliens never shot them out of their bodies." The queen protected them until a host came by for a face-hugger to latch onto. You were loosing some good points here, Leon. For shame.
What is he talking about?
It's a story. Well, a series of movies, books, and comics. It is an entire world really he's referencing too.
Do humans shoot out eggs?
No! He's talking about Aliens. In the movie, their is a nesting chamber were the eggs are kept as they incubate. However, Leon is making the mistake that - OH! I can't explain this all right now!
Melvin jerked back as the chainsaw was thrown his way.
"I am!" He told the other man, aiming and barely grazing him. Okay, so he was a terrible shot, but he was at least hitting a lot more than with his previous fights.
HP: 39/40
Damage: 1
Charges: 2/3
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Bloodlust Dante rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 5
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 5:07 pm
"Sorry for not knowing, I was more of a Rocky series watching kind of guy!" Leon barked back after Melvin took the time to back off and fire another egg. This one just barely striking against the shield and its sizzling effect. Sci fi wasn't exactly one of the categories of movies he ever took interest in. too much what the ******** in it, that Doctor Who business can just shove it.
HEY. HEY LEON, Is a Rocky edible?
He knew that Nidhogg was eventually going to ask that. "Nid, no, thats a movie, about a boxer and his climb to being a skilled and amazing boxer.
That does not sound tasty, never mind then.
"Glad to help Nid, glad to help." he muttered before grunting at the smaller guy and swiping across his midsection, gnawing its way across the shield. "I hope you got more in you than this then, Melvin." he continued to taunt playfully as he darted away.
HP: 46/50
DMG: 7
CHARGE: 2/3
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