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 Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 5:50 pm
So a certain redhead had heard, in between running around acting like a chicken with its head cut off, that there was someone else in Deus who happened to wield the same type of weapon she did. Doubling up on weapons wasn't uncommon, she'd seen more than a few people with axes and bows and everything, but the fact that they were also in her specific division had her attention at a certain length. Ofelia was generally above the drama that happened at Deus, she avoided the whole "twitter" thing like it was something she forgot about (which she did), so if a rumor managed to reach her and she took it to heart it was a big deal.
A. big. deal.
For starters this newcomer would need to be hunted down.
A fine plan. Rue whispered in the back of Ofelia's mind. I like how you are thinking now, you are so much more clear in your anger.
Ofelia shook her head and rephrased her thoughts. She had meant "hunted down" as in "looked for" and the way her weapon groused inside her skull made the Sun Hunter wish for silence again. rue merely cackled and told her it wasn't going to happen again and Ofelia stopped in the middle of the hallway.
"Jus' shut up, shut up an' go away again. Yer an annoyance." She tapped the side of her head with her hand, her fingers almost digging into her skull. Ofelia missed the silence.Beejoux SORRY DELAYED AHAHAHA SO LAME DELAYED AHAHAHAHA but i started something okay~
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 9:59 am
Peyton had just emerged from her room into the hallway, but frozen when someone told her to shut up and go away. "I.. what?" She didn't even know this person! How the ******** had she managed to piss them off without knowing them? Granted, she'd done managed to do exactly that with Gnat, but that was a very specific case. Unless this person was emotionally invested in Tuck as well? Or.. No? What? The tiny Sun just sort of stood there and stared at the red head, clearly confused. Until a memory of a conversation at orientation made her blink, lavender eyes sliding over vivid hair, down to scars and eye patch, then ended at her sandals. "You must be Ofelia." A.K.A. Patches. With that realization came another. Ofelia had been poking at her own head. Their weapons talked through their minds.. Visa vie. "Your partner annoying you?" It was a logical leap. Maybe she'd even get lucky and be right.
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 10:24 am
Ofelia turned, maybe a bit startled, at the voice who called her name. It wasn't one she'd heard before, not to mention it didn't use her familiar nickname moniker, and the glare that was rested on her good eye could hardly be missed before it eased up and away. There was for a second though, just a second, that Ofelia almost looked predatory. Of course that snapped away and the mood changed as the voice in her head dropped silent and the cackling ceased.
This had been too easy, she could almost feel Rue say inside her mind and bones. The prey had come to them and now there was no need to try and find them. All that was left would be something so easy, so easy to do. Destroy maybe? Get to know? Rue's thoughts were just thoughts, not made verbal, but Ofelia could feel them.
She needed to ignore it the best she could and she propped her usually geeky grin up on her face as swiftly as she could. "That's who Ah am, but most people jus' call me Ofie. What can Ah do fer ya?" The Sun Hunter turned fully to face the person who'd been speaking of. The hollow socket of her missing eye was cleanly visible along with the multitude of scars she sported like some sort of victory image. This person.....ah yes, this person. A sun jacket it had to be because the name and maybe Ofelia was jumping to conclusions? Either way it was good.
Rue purred and Ofelia tapped her head again. At the question about annoyance though her hand dropped down to her side and the grin grew wider. "Nah, not really. She likes ta talk lots so sometimes Ah gotta remind her that Ah like havin' my own voice in mah head most'a the time." There was no way in hell Ofelia was going to let this newbie know more about Rue.
No one needed to know about Rue. Not until Rue was singing her songs into their flesh. "Sommin' ya need? Are ya lost there, kiddo?" The redhead towered over this newcomer as she walked closer, oops.
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 11:20 am
Do for? Peyton blinked at the other woman, then twitched her gaze up and down the hall, back towards the door to her room, then back to Ofelia with one pale eye brow lofted. "Nothing?" She frowned, letting her hand drop from the door knob so she could cross her arms over her stomach. So far as she was aware she hadn't been looking for anyone in specific, and didn't need anything. So she didn't say anything. Which didn't really matter, cause Ofie had moved along to answering Peyton's question. It did have the little Sun cracking a smile. "Understandable." Warrick was, for the most part, pretty good about giving Peyton her own head space. And then the taller woman was back to asking if she needed something an- Hold the phone. Lavender eyes narrowed. "Kiddo?" Peyton glared up at the woman, completely unfazed by their difference in height. She'd been looking up at people her whole life, she was used to it. "I don't need anything," she assured the other Sun, pushing past her so she could start moving down the hall. "And I'm not lost." She sounded grumpy, and she was. "Just because you happened to be talkin' to yourself outside my door as I was leaving, don't mean I need anything." She snorted, cramming her hands into her pockets. "Only knew who you were cause Stormy an Gale mentioned you had the same kind of weapon."
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 10:31 am
"Eh? Oh sorry." Ofelia wondered why this new trainee was suddenly bristling up and rankling, the way her hackles had been raised with both cute and annoying. "S'a southern thin' - back home eeryone is'a 'darlin' or 'kiddo' or 'cutie' or 'honey' or 'sweetie'. Ah didn't even stop ta think 'bout it since Ah used ta pepperin' people here wit' them titles either." She looked a little sheepish, or about as sheepish as Ofelia could manage when not really carrying, but the tone in her voice indicated she was telling the truth. It was a southern thing and she did use it for everyone beneath her in either age or rank. Or both in the case of this newcomer because they were so tiny.
Rue wondered why Ofelia was making it sound like she wanted to apologize and like she was in the wrong. The redhead hadn't done anything except be friendly and this little s**t (Rue's thoughts, already so jaded) had instantly rankled up. Her hunter-partner frowned and tapped her head again as a small steam of angry and threatening thoughts wafted in on a slow current. Rue had all the time in the world to think of ways that this person should be skinned and killed and Ofelia was sadly along for the ride. Come, come. Get her more riled up, I want to see what she is capable of. She says she wields something similar to what I am. Ofelia reminded Rue that they already knew that and the weapon just purred it off. Rue wanted to see blood already and it was making Ofelia a little uneasy.
Uneasy and maybe slightly aggressive? Perhaps it would be best for her to practice self-control since there was no way Rue was going to get gone unless Ofelia got herself podded somehow or her weapon was broken again. "Anyway Ah did assume ya wanted sommin' cause ya called mah name? Sorry fer jumpin' ta conclusions, jus' been a while since someone wanted ta speak wit' me. Also yer a new face so Ah can't help but think ya might be lost or need sommin', s'only natural." She explained herself and kept calm, that was the best way to do. But then Rue pushed, pushed hard, and Ofelia repeated some of her words. "An' Ah'm well aware'a who you are, Peyton Creedy. S'not every day ya get the exact same weapon inside yer own division. Naturally Ah'm curious 'bout seein' him."
Ofelia raised up her wrist and showed off the extremely damaged-looking set of charm bracelet bangles that resided there. That was Rue's unsummoned form in all of its glory, damaged from attacks and incidents that allowed a leakage not quite welcome for Sun Hunters in terms of mental connection, and the way all of the charms were bent signified either they'd seen a lot of battles together or something was off. It was both in the case of this pair, maybe. But the newbie didn't know and wouldn't need to know if Ofelia kept her calm and cool. Hard work, practice.
She would tear this newcomer apart on the training field later, much later. Or perhaps even sooner? It would only be a matter of getting her there and egging her on which, to Ofelia's chagrin and Rue's delight, looked like it could be easy to do. What was with the newcomers in Deus having sticks up their asses in attitude? "Ah actually was lookin' fer ya in'a 'roundbout way. Ah wanted ta see yer weapon an' maybe talk together 'bout it? Ah was wonderin' how yer hands are holdin' up an' stuff, plus yanno, talk?" Ofelia didn't talk much but she could try. Oh yes she would try.
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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2013 8:52 am
The tiny Sun didn't say anything to Ofelia's apology or explanation. It might not have been said specifically to needle at her, but considering how she'd been taking the way Offie had been talking to her, it certainly wasn't taken as the endearment it might have been meant to be. Being short her entire life, Peyton had been subjected to ever moniker known to man that had anything to do with smallness. Sometimes they just really got on her nerves. Okay. Most times. She did however come to a stop when the other woman pointed out that she'd called Ofelia's name. Okay, admittedly she could see how that might have made it seem like maybe she'd wanted something. It had been a questioning tone, more for confirmation then anything else, but still. "Fair enough," she conceded, begrudgingly, turning slowly on the spot to face the other hunter again. Thin arms raising to cross over her chest. It seemed this other girl had done her research. She looked down at the charm bracelet as it was jingled between them, finally moving closer again so she could try to make out the charms, though they were so bent it was really quite hard to tell. A little of the guarded aggression began to leak away from the blonde, and by the time Ofelia had expressed a desire to talk about their weapons Peyton had lost that unwelcoming chill in her eyes. The question about her hands had her scoffing, almost a laugh, and she unwound her arms so she could hold bruised knuckles up to the other Sun. "Lots of bruises, few broken bones, and one dislocated shoulder so far." A keen eye would note the pair of golden thumb rings. A little relucantly, because it would be admitting she'd been in the wrong, the smaller girl added, "I may have been looking for you, not like right now, but in general. Just to see who you were, what your weapon looked like."
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 2:11 pm
"Lemme see." Ofelia held her hands out and took one of Peyton's into her own (because personal boundaries this is Ofelia who do you think you are) and the redhead looked them over. It would be a fair point to note that Ofelia's own hands were bruised and scarred but most of them looked like knife wounds and they looked rather old. "Hnn....Ah take it ya been sparrin' ta the point yer shield breaks? Otherwise yer shield should an' would prevent ya from gettin' all these injuries ta yer hands - bruises an' broken bones included. Not sure 'bout dislocations though since Ah've never really had one."
Not that she could recall anyway. The rings on the girl's thumbs didn't go unnoticed but since Ofelia wasn't the type to comment on everything she just sort of accepted that either they were fashion or they were a weapon. Which, speaking of weapons, this Peyton wanted to see Rue. Rue cooed with excitement inside Ofelia's had and the young woman winced a little. Having Rue out was....hard. Maybe it was better now but mostly it was hard. With a deep breath Ofelia let go of Peyton's hand and summoned Rue.
The weapon looked, for lack of a better word, scary. The blades that had started short and glistening were now curved and black, their tips split so it looked like they had little hooks instead of pointed ends. Angry red runes pulsed along their surface and seemed to want to dance down Ofelia's arms. Inside the woman's head the weapon was singing, delighted. Now that she was out she wanted FEAR, lots of FEAR, and a willing object happened to be in front of her. I want to kill her. Let's kill her.
"This...is Rue."
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Posted: Fri Jul 05, 2013 9:25 am
Peyton had looked down at the bruises as well, thin shoulders raising in a shrug. "Yeah, few times." There was a learning curve, okay? The first person she'd fought had made it seem like sparring down to the point of breaking shields was normal, but that was where you stopped. There had been no rules against Rep, it was easy, simple, uncomplicated. She'd liked that. Then Tuck had challenged her, and she'd busted his shield, and his face. It hadn't been on purpose, but at the time she hadn't realized she'd done anything wrong. Until Gnat Challenged her and the rules began to change. Now it seemed like every person she sparred against had a different set of rules they followed for what was and wasn't okay in a spar. "It takes a little getting used to. And I'm kinda stubborn about not backing down." Kinda? When Ofelia released her hands and stepped back to summon her weapon Peyton could honestly say she hadn't been expecting what manifested upon the other girl's hands. It had pale eyes widening just a touch. "Pretty wicked," she conceded, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she stared down at the rune licked blades and their dark, split tips. < Let me out, Halfpint.> Warrick sounded oddly serious for a change. His usual mocking voice devoid of it's usual humor. It had the shorter hunter thinking a question at him, but he pushed, and she finally shook her head and did as he wanted. Her fingers flexed, and Warrick flared to life on her hands. Smaller then Rue, but he had his own "extras". Points marked each of her knuckles, and thin, rune etched blades curved out from her hands. She held one up between them so Ofelia could take a closer look. "This is Warrick." < That one wants to hurt you, Peyton.> She frowned at him curiously, and he added, voice almost purring in her mind. < Not the hunter, the weapon.> He sounded.. Almost excited.
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