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 Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 7:24 pm
He'd already experienced one shock to his system by discovering that Bix (or That Guy, as Gale had taken to calling him) was still alive, and that had been disconcerting in and of itself.
The text from Rep, however, while not as mind blowing as someone coming back from the dead, was pretty extreme as it was - and not only because it was from someone that Gale really held no good feelings towards or cared about in particular.
The content of the message, after he had given the phone a highly suspicious and relatively wary look, took him several moments to try and comprehend.
Um.
<< That was...unexpected. >>
Jinhai sounded more curious than amused, and Gale stared blankly at the attachment, his eyes scanning the list of names. He'd heard of the breeding program before, but that had been when Bix had been looking through it to decipher a message left behind.
But this...
Either way, there seemed to be only one course of action possible, and that was to go directly to the source. Not to the message sender, since Gale had no interest in talking to Rep, but to the person listed after his own name on the little text attachment.
He knocked once lightly on the door of Lance Dacosta and waited.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 9:17 pm
Gale's knock was mighty, hollow, and... well, just the force of it alone was enough to make the door creak open. A quick peek inside revealed that nobody was home. It looked like they weren't home for quite sometime, either. A hunter approached Gale from down the hall. "Hey. If you're lookin' for Lance he's not here anymore. He's shackin' up with the Mists now." The hunter rolled her eyes, leaning against the door. "I might be able to remember exactly where he is right now, with the right incentive..." A hand was held out, the fingers curling in a brief 'come here' gesture.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 9:49 am
Annnd he wasn't in. Gale frowned a little and was just contemplating figuring out what to do next when he heard a voice beside him. Turning, he lifted his brows, tilting his head to the side.
".......ah," he said, and wondered, not for the first time, why everyone was suddenly trying to get money from him. Sighing and rolling his eyes, Gale dug in his pocket, extract a few bills, and held them out to the hunter.
"This the incentive you need?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 5:26 pm
Above them, something clinked and rattled. The hunter snatched the money from Gale's hands and counted it quickly, unable to hide the frown of dissatisfaction off of her face. "Lucky you. This is -" A large object fell from the ceiling, slamming into the hunter and forcing them onto the floor. The object bounced slightly before coming to a stop. "Yo!" Lance greeted with a wave, nonchalant considering 1) his wheelchair was now parked on a flattened hunter and 2) he just came from the ceiling. "What brings you around these parts? Here to move in?" He jerked his thumb over his shoulder, indicating the room. "Or ya here for somethin' else?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 6:00 pm
And suddenly flying wheelchair.
Gale stared somewhat blankly at the figure now in front of him, then flickered briefly down to the somewhat squashed hunter said figure was now smashing beneath his wheelchair.
"Erm," he said brilliantly.
He knew who Lance was, but had not ever really talked to him before. The man in the wheelchair had dark hair and dark eyes, a bit of scruff around his face and an easy smile. He looked, Gale thought, nothing like himself, blonde haired and golden eyed - which only served to make Rep's text message more confusing.
"Er," said Gale again. "Sorry to bother you - I don't know if you know me, but I'm Gale Gentry, from the Death Division. I was just wondering if I could perhaps speak to you for a moment?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 6:03 pm
The hunter beneath Lance's chair twitched. They were okay. Maybe. At least they weren't making a giant mess on the floor with an inconsiderate pool of blood. "Lance, Mist Division assistant," he replied, holding out his hand for a shake. "I've heard a couple things about you, but this is the first time we've met. What can I do for you?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 6:11 pm
He eyed the hunter under the chair with a bit of concern, but then returned his attention back to Lance, who had extended his hand. Giving a small nod, Gale reached out and took it, giving a small shake before he slipped it back into his pocket.
"Ah," he said. "I was, er..."
Another glance at the smushed hunter. Gale jerked his head towards the doorway.
"Do you think we could talk in private for a bit?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 7:07 pm
Lance raised an eyebrow at the request, then shrugged. "Sure. Lemme get the door." The mist assistant wheeled forward, letting gravity roll him off of the hunter. He pushed the door open and lead the way inside, turning and positioning his chair opposite of both the bed and the desk chair. "If this isn't private enough, I know of a few other places but I'll need to know a bit more before we go to one," he offered, waving his hand towards the Death hunter. "Otherwise? Fire away."
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 6:31 pm
He followed Lance into the room, lifting a brow at the smushed hunter and then shrugging before he closed the door behind him. Lance was giving him an encouraging look, and Gale hesitated a little before he spoke.
"I, ah...got a text message...from Rep, see." It took a moment to reconstruct his face from the scowl that threatened to appear. Hastily Gale cleared his throat.
He fished out the phone from his pocket, scrolled down to the message, and then stepped forward, holding it out for Lance to look at.
Cheeks slightly pink, he said, slightly in a rush, "Normally I don't put much stock in things he says or does, but this is a different matter."
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 6:48 pm
As soon as the door was closed, the flattened hunter began to drag themselves away. A small landing like that wasn't enough to hurt them too badly considering their Fear shield. Besides, they were gone by the time the two would finish their conversation. Lance listened, eying the phone warily. He read the message once, then twice. He reached out towards the phone, staring at it and rereading it a third time. He sat back, staring at the phone for a long minute. "I've always been curious about that," he admitted, rubbing his face. "Truth to be told, I've been... hoping to run into one of my own to pass on the legacy, y'know?" He gave Gale another look, shaking his head. "But this... I dunno. I never looked into this myself. It's a maybe, but." He laughed, shaking his head and dropping into an accent. "I ain't naw Brit son. Been born in th'heart o'Texas then moved up towards Canada fer a spell." The accent was dropped as he added, "And if I'm not mistaken, you're a bit... European? Sufficient to say, I think it's highly unlikely. There's the possibility mind you, but I wouldn't believe it."
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 6:55 pm
There was the faintest trace of disappointment on Gale's face, his shoulders sagging a bit, though he tried not to show it. He wasn't sure whether to be relieved or to be upset; a part of him had admittedly been hopeful about it, since he had lost most of his family ties, including the one most important to him.
And he'd pretty much lost Bix as well, what with their last unpleasant fight hanging over him like a black cloud. Gale pressed his lips together.
"I'm from England, yes," he said quietly. "London. I've never done any family research myself, but I think I recall my mum saying we had ties in America...but I never really thought about it before..."
He trailed off, looking somewhat upset with himself. "So...you think Rep or whoever was just...goofing off, then."
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 7:14 pm
Lance tilted his head to one side as he regarded the young man in front of him. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his armrest. "I don't know much about Rep aside from his reputation. And honestly? If it was a prank I highly doubt he'd be able to pull it off. You need a high enough rank to access those sorts of files. Personally? I've been too afraid to look." "It's possible that it might be true. Or it's possible that it isn't." He shrugged, leaning back. "On the lighter side of things, you're tall enough for us to be related. I don't have to look as far up as I usually do when talking to someone, so there's that." Goddamnit Lance.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 8:02 pm
"He's a git," said Gale flatly, which was basically the extent of his feelings towards the redhead. He cleared his throat a little, slightly embarrassed at the feeling of disappointment that still lingered, and tried to act as though he had not just gotten his hopes up.
Which was slightly easier, considering Lance's next comment. One of Gale's trademark scowls tugged at the corners of his lips.
"Yes, well," he said. "Like I said, I wasn't...sure what to expect, since I've never even considered the possibility that I was related to anyone on the island other than - "
The rest of the sentence remained unfinished, Gale clamping his mouth shut abruptly, cheeks dotting pink.
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 4:06 pm
"If you were expecting someone taller, then... well." Lance tapped his armrest thoughtfully, "Then I might be able to fit the bill technically. No offense, but I'd rather not try standing up only to collapse melodramatically all over you." Lance trailed off awkwardly, unsure of what to make of the hunter in front of him. He wracked his brain, trying to think of something to fill in the rapidly growing void of silence that was forming between them. "You know," he began, "You don't really need to be related by blood to have a family. I take it," he paused, weighing is words carefully, "I take it... you had someone close?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 4:11 pm
Gale shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other.
"My twin sister," he said finally, twisting the cuff of his glove with his fingers and eyeing Lance's wheelchair instead of the man himself. "She's...well, let's just say she's not exactly a candidate anymore."
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