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 Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 2:50 am
Dakota worked fast, especially when he was serious about something. And he was very serious about taking up being a specilized hunter in Search and Rescue.
If Edith suggested death training then by god, he would become almost as good as a full death hunter.
And to be the best, you had to learn from the best. Which could either mean: Otto, Eva, Mark or Wilson. And out of the four, Wilson was the one who really popped out. Wilson always KNEW things and was really good at FINDING things. Wilson was like a hufflepuff.
Anyways, he was sure his older bro wouldn't have a hard time training him. Even after the whole coloring on the coma face thing. Man that was done in good spirits. THAT WAS TRUE BROTHER LOVE RIGHT THERE.
He might not, because Dakota had killed him in this dream he had or whatever. But that was like...BEHIND them right? And Wilson always followed through when it was important to Dakota.
This was important to Dakota.
Which is why he was in the hallways like:
"WILSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 1:38 pm
There was no use in being angry at Dakota for killing him in a dream. If his own dream self was right, then technically he hadn’t even killed Wilson per say, just a fragment that looked and acted a lot like him. Of course, the memory and feelings still remained, strangely detached because he was just an outsider to all of these strange memories.
Drawing on his comatose face, however? Hmmmm.
Even a shut door couldn’t keep out the loud shout bouncing down the halls. He slowly looked up from his book regarding Asian mythology and turned thoughtful for a brief moment before he reluctantly closed the book. Wilson set it on the nightstand before he opened the door and poked his head out. “Dakota.” He raised an eyebrow. “You called?”
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 5:13 pm
Dakota nearly bowled over to Wilson, running the door that opened and actually contained the hunter he needed. That'd be door two on the left bob, for the win.
"Wilson bro. Wilson my man, Wilson I neeeeed you." The moon hunter leaned on the door jamb, looking down at the smaller Asian. "I need your skills in my life bro. Look I got something serious planned and I need you to cross train me in death skills. Gathering information...I'm what else did Edith say. Sorry I'm kinda of blanking it all at the moment but this is serious s**t."
"I want to train a team that would specialize as a search and rescue, retrieving hunters and students. Like when Kat and Ryan went missing. I got a team in mind I just gotta like....make myself a death hunter too."
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 6:28 pm
An insanely tall Native American was approaching his door at warp speed and Wilson was tempted to hurriedly shut the door, but no. He opened it further instead. “You can stop calling my name anytime now,” the hunter muttered as he shot Dakota a confused look. All of a sudden the moon hunter was spouting off weird things. Maybe the boy was sick or something?
No, Dakota was perfectly sane and healthy. “No, it’s fine. Take your time.” The door was pushed open further until it swung out completely and Wilson leaned a shoulder against the doorframe. He scrutinized Dakota for a moment, trying to digest the younger man’s words. Specializations. Oh yes, that. “Search and rescue is a good field to go into,” he noted before he eyed Dakota skeptically and flicked him in the forehead. “But turning yourself into a death hunter? That I’m skeptical of, but I’ll see what I can do. When do you want to start and what do you want to start with?”
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 8:01 pm
Praise the sweet baby Jesus and mother Mary, who was probably hot as hell. Not only did Wilson not slamm the door in his face, the death hunter was evening opening wider. It told Dakota in multitudes that Wilson was listening and making himself available the moon hunters desperate need.
"Not sick." Dakota nodded, leaning farther down so that he could be eye level with older man, "just kind of flustered and Edith's really giving me a chance to do this so I gotta prove to her that I can."
"It is, I kind of got the idea when I couldn't help Ryan or Kat...and then the whole thing with Ceres and Bix. We need people to specialize in recovering our friends." Dakota's eyes widened in surprised as Wilson agreed to train him. SENPAI NOTICED KOUHAIS EFFORT!!!!!
"I'd kiss you if you weren't extremely involed with a woman Wilson. Thank you so much brother, you don't know how much this means to me...." He picked Wilson up in a very large and very overwhelming bear hug. Yes squeeze all the love.
"Uh well anytime works for me. I gotta keep on budget though so we gotta cram as much stuff as I can get in one setting."
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 10:19 pm
“You had me fooled,” he responded with a raised eyebrow. He crossed his arms and tilted his head back to eye Dakota. “Oh, so you guys finally had that meeting about specializations and projects, hm?” Caelius had been absolutely lovely during the death meeting. And now he was tasked with something incredibly ridiculous, but Wilson couldn’t see Caelius assigning anything else.
He nodded his head. “Yeah, I could back a proposal like that. God knows my superior probably wouldn’t allow someone do something like that.” Lips formed a thin form as he took a deep breath. Then he backed away suddenly, arms raised. “Woah there, let’s not get too ahead of ourselves.” Wilson rubbed one arm awkwardly as his gaze flickered away and he muttered softly, “She isn’t here anyways…”
And then he was in a tight hug. Wilson rasped out, “Yeah, no problem…” He tried to pat Dakota on the back, but his arms were kind of trapped in his bear hug. “Well, if you have nothing to do for the rest of today we can start now. What kind of stuff do you want to start with?”
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 1:51 pm
"Yeah, Edith set up a meeting for all of us and I purposed the idea." Dakota hesitated, "I thought with tracking skills and such, I'd actually be of help but...It's good that they have me training with you. Even if I dislike death....except for you, Eva and Otto." Exceptations to the rules.
"OH WHATS THAT YOU SAY? YOU WANT A KISS THEN? OKAY" Dakota moved like lightning fast and gave Wilson the most nosiest and fantastic kiss on the mouth anyways. Just because Wilson looked like he would hate it and well he lived to do things that were upsetting of some sort.
After the hunter was freed, Dakota nodded. "Well it looks like I'll need to figure out how to read FEAR levels, assess reportings and explore where FEAR levels are high. " Dakota hesitated as he started to pull the hunter towards the death Lounge. "I think we'll pick up a mission and see if we can grab another death hunter. Maybe one that has a little more authority so we can pick up a high mission?" Dakota stepped in the Death lounge and looked around, specifically for the higher death hunters that were not Mark or Caelius.
"See anyone you know that might help?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2013 1:34 am
In the Death Lounge, which was nowhere as cool as its name might have implied, had the occupancy of exactly one short Death Hunter, female, with cropped black hair. If Dakota was perhaps a woman, he might have noticed her tasteful use of Chanel Black No.2 Mascara matched with a Sephora Ash Grey waterproof eyeliner. What he might have noticed, along with Wilson was her rather expensive taste in clothing from leather boots to a Prada handbag leisurely propped to one side of the oppresively white table. There wasn't even a fridge in this so-called lounge, just a table. No shelves, just a table.
While there was actually one more secret lounge in Deus Ex, in the most territorially contested region of the Island ever, also known as the Candidate Selection Grounds, most Hunters on-hand with that project continuously thanked whatever miserable gods existed that the alcohol still remained inside the cabinets and that it was not exactly property of the Death Police Abstinence Control (Caelius). It was actually hard to tell if why alcohol was so prohibited during long meetings (Caelius) or not commonly stocked in lounges (Caelius) until one remembered potentially being on the receiving end of anything leading from a lecture, to a mission report to lying six feet under (Caelius roulette).
Sam, the girl lounging in the lounge was simply enjoyin a fun phone game of matching three jewels together, playing almost mindlessly while ignoring everyone else. That meant the new arrivals as well.
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Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2013 11:01 pm
He quirked an eyebrow. “You make it sound like they actually assigned me to you like I’m so great tracker…” Which wasn’t very accurate, not in his opinion. Wilson had been quite good at track and field though, did that count? No? He thought so.
His eyes widened and he took a step back. “Wait no—“ Wilson was glad Dakota at least didn’t have the audacity to use tongue in this kiss. He tried to push the other hunter off, but failed spectacularly. As soon as his mouth was free, he wheezed loudly and wiped his lips with the sleeve of his jacket. “That actually wasn’t an invitation for a kiss,” he murmured, looking more distressed and traumatized and less pissed off.
Becoming rather docile from the kiss, Wilson allowed the moon hunter to guide him toward the Death Lounge. “Not particularly. The only viable option I know at the moment would be Mark, but….Let’s not.”
There was only one other hunter in the Death Lounge. A woman he had never seen before. Curiously, he took a moment to take in her appearance. Having absolutely no clue who she was, he said the only he could say at the moment. “Hey. OvO”Zoobey Lounging in the lounge good one Zoo good one
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Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2013 11:20 pm
Wilson didn't even stand a chance against Dakota's attack. It was the same technique that Dakota instilled on Marcus when the other hunter had gone batshit crazy mad...and it had the same effect as it did on Wilson.
His brother was walking with him all cute like. :'D.
Dakota practically beamed though when he saw the girl in the lounge like area. He didn't quite recognize her, but it didn't matter because she was a female...and part of death.
"Hey there Gorgeous." Dakota sauntered over to her and plopped a seat across the table (god the death lounge was kind of sad....Where was all the cool things?) and put his chin in his hands. Cocking his head to the side with a boyish flirty smile. "If you were going for the smokey eyes look babe? You've all but smouldered me..." that was smooth right?
He looked to Wilson for confirmation that his line was good.
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 12:25 am
Sam continued to chain combos in her game as she used her free thumb and index finger to convey the world's tiniest p***s to Dakota's rather forced hit, and miss.
Awkward silence, followed by the phone shouting 'Mega combo bonus round'. Sam sighed. "Can you boys do you homo thing somewhere else, I'm just a teeny tiny busy and for the record, I was here first. Go haunt the Mist lounge or something, maybe that way Lance can stalk you while you do your homo makeout buttslapping thing."
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 12:45 am
Wilson was not impressed when Dakota sauntered over to the death hunter.
Dakota looked over at Wilson as if he was supposed to give approval or whatever and well, Wilson was even more unimpressed. Lines were never smooth, Dakota.
His expression became a mixture of mortification and guilt. “No, that’s not it…” he murmured weakly, so weakly one had to wonder if it was a lie, but no it was the truth. “We’re just looking for a mission so Dakota can learn how to track and detect FEAR, Death-related skills.”
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 1:12 am
"What my Brother said." Dakota brushed the death huntress's words off like they didn't mean a thing. If he was bothered by what other people though, besides the ones he cared about, then he wouldn't be Dakota.
"It's actually called the ritual of men babe, and I'll teach you all about it. Even right down to the making out and butt slapping." he leaned back in his seat, smiling at her. "we were actually on the hunt for a hunter who might have some authority in the Death division...." He amended this sentence by adding, "that isn't Caelius or Mark since both of those guys will end up wasting time and moon division budget. Because like Wilson said, I'm a moon hunter that needs to cross train in your divison."
"Seeing as I want to lead a team that specilizes in search and rescue missions. you know anybody around sweethart?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 12:06 am
"Why yes I do indeed fit those two guidelines," Sam played along, semi-sweetly, "Though oh, let me think, my specialization is Weapons Conversion last time I checked, and has nothing to do with investigation which means it's not my priority in helping you stooges." She began packing her bag, placing items on the counter neatly back into her purse. The Death Hunter got up, took a couple of steps to the door, and paused, half-turning. "Besides, I don't think you small fry can afford." Smirk.
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Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2013 10:21 am
"Whoa...WHOAAAAAAA" Dakota got up and held his hands up. "Sorry okay let's forget me making an a** out of myself." He hesitated and then tried to appeal to her senses.
AKA why would it be beneficial for him to specilize that would someday help her?
"You're weapons conversion. Doesn't that mean like...you need students...?" Okay just think Dakota, how could a team of people rescuing and escorting hunters home be benefical to a weapons conversionist...wait..escorting? "I could do that too. I wanted to specilize in specifically rescuing Hunters but...What if I added students to that? You need subjects, students that are willing to be weapons...but they can't get here without the help of a hunter anyways? What if my team did that on top of rescue missions? We'd specilize in rescuing and escorting. It'd be beneficial to MY division and specifically, to the Death division." He hesitated again, "If it's money, Just tell me how much." s**t, would this effect the budget? Probably. Dakota would pay from pocket if he had too.
He just really needed this huntress to agree to train him.
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