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 Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 9:59 pm
It took an entire day to even consider the possibility of coming here. It took one more day still to convince himself venture out of what seemed to him like a perfectly comfortable, safe underground lab room. Especially with the fine new addition of a makeshift barricade blocking the door. But he finally set the old Argus models aside, and worked his way over to a now-familiar office door using as many unnecessary detours as he could manage. Lucky sucked in a deep breath, and rapped his tattoo-free knuckles against the door of Sam's office. zoobey because there's no way this could possibly go wrong or anything
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Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2013 12:38 am
Sam was lounging. She was basking in all her glorious, new, slightly less modest office, complete with two desks, a 52" plasma TV and for some reason, a fish tank. A solitary Siamese Fighting Fish swam aggressively inside the rather generous space.
"Oh," The Weapons Conversion Specialist seemed almost disappointed at the arrival of one Life trainee. "Let me guess. You were sent to help."
She rolled her eyes.
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Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2013 9:22 pm
He closed the door behind him, and took a few careful steps into Sam's den. She didn't seem to have recognized him. Probably for the better, but he couldn't get answers if he didn't own up. "Actually," he ventured, jamming his hands into his coat pockets. "I just come to talk." Again."You know some of us chose portal, not pretend to." Lucky kept his gaze fixed on a spot just slightly off-center of her actual face, not wanting to lose his nerve too early. He wasn't going to even consider that Sam was blind to their transgression against the institution. But if everything people said was true, of the price they should have paid for it, then Sam had saved Mimsy and himself from a terrible fate. It was another question that may not have been worth asking - and yet, he needed an answer. "Vhy then did you lie for us?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2013 10:29 pm
"Careful now," Sam never stopped smiling, "That kind of talk could get you in a lot of trouble, and you're not quite ready to play with the big boys yet."
The Death Hunter tied and retied her ponytail, turning back towards her desk and her collection of nail polish. "Oh, lying is such a terrible word. I would think of it as a creative excuse. You're a big boy, I'm sure you can figure out yourself why. There's always a place and time for everything, and not everything comes so free and easy."
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 12:37 am
What. In the immediate aftermath of Sam's statement he opened his mouth as if to respond, but quickly shut it again without saying a word. Nobody here made any sense, did they? "Okay. Yes," he responded after a time, smiling nervously, as if he was trying to show he was in on the little joke (he wasn't). This was weird, but not inherently dangerous. Or at least, she wasn't implying herself to be. He was willing to believe it - regardless of anything else, he still owed her one, or several. Lucky took a few more steps toward her desk. "Then I ask something else. Something the... big boys cannot find troubles vith." "I see now," he said, "that there is much more to Hunter than just to fight shadows." Unconsciously he began to toy with one of the green strings of his hoodie-jacket with one hand - keeping the branded one safely out of sight. "So I vant to know... vhat I signed up for, exactly."
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Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 12:04 am
"Look, you're not my type." Sam picked up another bottle of nail polish, working on one nail slowly," I like you, and I think you're cute, like a puppy. The kind that I kick around and neglect feeding for fun. You shouldn't put your nose into places that might get you hurt, though you do have one thing right. You can beg and beg and beg but you will never get any treats. It's not about being rewarded, it's about climbing to the top, so yes, if there is more to just fighting shadows, I think the morale would be that it is also fighting each other for that last, tender piece of meat."
She shrugged. "Not that you would know what the difference was, not when you don't know anything." Sam was giving Lucky that sort of dismissive look that suggested she was entertaining him for the sake of entertaining herself while her nails dried.
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 11:44 pm
Lucky weathered most of her insults with a polite, nervous smile that gradually shrank into a thin line. But if there was one thing he wasn't going to stand for, it was the insult to his intelligence. In what felt like an instant he had swooped over to her desk. The neat rows of nail polish rattled as he slammed his palms down. "Then tell me! If something is so important to know, vhy not say? Vhy keep secret? You think I vant to go off this little of knowledge?" Lucky didn't see himself like the rough-and-ready types in the other divisions, the ones who were content to follow orders blindly. He needed information. He needed something, anything, to feed a lie like that even for a short time. His faith in the system had taken a huge hit in the past few days and it didn't look like it would recover any time soon, not if he faced secrecy at every turn where even a lie would be preferable. "You make jokes, but one person offers to speak truth and ve listen because there is no other vay to learn." "Unless you mean for me to fight for it also." Though he really kind of hoped she was being figurative with that, because he was.
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Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2013 12:07 am
"Oh please," Sam looked much more interested in her nails still, despite Lucky's outburst, "you have nothing to threaten me with. It's a Hunter eat Hunter sort of world and I am feeling rather peckish." She smiled, easily, all artificial. "You know what my division says about knowledge being power. I could enlighten you, but why should I? For all I know, you could take what I tell you and run away with it. I mean we're technically not supposed to release information anyway to plebians outside our division. That means no access. This is all restricted information, so why bother? All you're doing is rattling some cages with unbreakable locks."
Smugness still. "So yes, you could fight for it, it might be amusing but it doesn't really do much. I might consider a favour for a favour but that's assuming you actually have something to trade...." Sam trailed off, clearly looking at him up and down for a second "... but I highly doubt that. I am not however, below a good bribe so," she leaned forward, "impress me."
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