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 Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 9:30 pm
After what seemed like all of Deus had suffered from amnesia, Jake was in his room, sitting on his bed as he reflected on everything that had happened up until now. His fists were clenched and he grit his teeth.
Even then, when they had been fighting that... that thing, He... he had done absolutely nothing. Everyone else was fighting, risking their lives, even... even...
Hands pulling at his hair, he let out a frustrated groan, and then slapped his hands down. No. This had to stop. He needed Chester back, and he needed him now. He had so many things to ask him, so many things to tell him.
Making up his mind, he got up and grabbed the weapon remains, a pang of guilt as he glanced them over.
I'm sorry for taking so long, buddy. We'll get you fixed up, I promise.
Though he had not been there many times... let alone at all, he managed to find his way to Mark's office (if it could be called such a thing), and knocked, hoping the man was actually inside and not... causing mayhem someplace else on the island... hopefully.Zoobey HAVE A THING IDK /lies down
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 9:48 pm
"That will be two hundred bucks please," said a muffled voice from the already half-opened door. The glint of an extremely ill-kept man who could have possibly been The God of Everything if he had not been foiled again (and if it wasn't for the Hunters too and their rascally Death Hunter lead) and their greasy hair hit the light just so, suggesting a man of well, extreme hair greasiness.
He gave Jake a look. "I don't care what it is, I'm charging first. Too many people coming in recently and damaging my goods. You know how it is."
A single broken beer bottle clattered onto the ground before tumbling away while a large stack of comic books looked like they were going to collapse on the pile of lava lamps next to the giant misshapen printer next to the tangle of wires next to exactly five computer monitors at any moment.
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 10:08 pm
... of course.
With a sigh, Jake pushed the door open, giving "Mark" an exasperated look before shoving his hand into his pocket and pulling out a wad of bills that was probably more than $200 and tossed them on the desk.
"I'm not looking to borrow anything, unless you've got runic tech to fix this."
He pulled the broken remains of Chester out of his sash and laid it on the table.
"I remember Sam saying something about the core not being damaged, considering I'm still... alive and all, so that means there's a way to fix this, right?"
He paused, wondering if he should say more. He should... probably thank Mark for that time he pulled their sorry asses out of that messed-up mission and... sorta preventing him from bleeding all over the place at the time, but after everything... he was starting to wonder if Mark had a twin. A competent twin. Who was... not this man sitting in front of him. Jake might have frowned slightly at the beer bottle... and tangle of wires. Even in his own office he was a walking hazard.
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 1:17 am
Mark stared blankly at Chester. To be fair, he had been up for ninety hours straight fueled by pure Powerthirst and Coca-Cola Zero (Dragon Ball edition, taken directly from the generously stocked Sun Lounge because thankfully the Sun assist was away on mission, otherwise trying to invade that place was something like trying to pilot a Jaeger with Dwight into the lair of the mastermind kaijuu Simonzilla), but he had almost discovered the secret as to why certain dragon students had certain genetic patterns that created only specific unwanted colourations and really, how to generation breed them out, with some quick genetic manipulation. Now all he needed was two dragon citizens and....
"The secret to a dragon's colour wheel is to fight with multiple Jaegers at once against Simonzilla until he drops a Vegeta Coke Zero in order to fix it," summarized Mark, without really thinking, still typing onto his keyboard. He paused for a second, before his brain finally kicked in again. "Who are you again? The pizza delivery guy right?" He started fishing in his pockets, and then grabbed Jake's wad of bills, pulling out a one-hundred dollar note. "Do you have change for a hundred for the pizza?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 26, 2013 8:55 pm
It was official. Mark was an idiot.
Really, it wasn't anything new, but Jake had to do his very best to resist dragging a palm down his face as the death assistant babbled about complete nonsense he didn't have the patience to decipher. Perhaps this was a mistake. Perhaps he should have went to Sam instead, though that manipulative b***h would probably be demanding more than just money, which meant, Mark was the lesser of two evils... right?
"... I'm Jake. Death Hunter? Death Division? Guy with a broken weapon thanks to some idiot who miscalibrated a certain FEAR scanner?"
Really, he didn't like blackmailing people, but desperate times called for desperate measures. You may have somewhat saved him Mark, but he remembered, ok, he remembered.
"And no. I'm not the pizza guy and I don't have change, but I'll gladly take my money back if you're not going to be any help."Zoobey. OMG SORRY FOR THE WAIT QQ
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 12:49 am
"No! No I got this, I got this." Mark snatched the money back (even though it was right on his desk), and began to count the pile again. He looked slightly more pleased than usual, probably because of how easy he got away with it, really. It was like stealing candy from overgrown trainee babies. They didn't need their pay anyway, all they did was buy useless junk while he put it to way, way better use.
"Broken weapon is it?" He gave Jake another once-over in a sort of no homo way. "Eh. You don't look too bad. It'll probably like, heal itself or something." There was another dismissive hand wave. Upon realizing that Jake wasn't actually leaving any time soon, the Death assistant sighed. "Fine, fine, I'll see what I can do." He pulled 'Chester' - rest it's soul - closer to him and then very sluggishly grabbed a few, well, the best way to explain them were what looked like metallic clothespins attached to a series of thick multi-coloured cable wires. One was attached to each larger fragment of the weapon, before Mark pulled out a tablet device. He tapped a few things on it, tapped some more, and then paused. "Oh right, the weapon." What looked like the lovechild of a weight machine and a pedometer was pulled out. "Yeah, looks okay. Measures okay on the Fear scale so the rest is up to you."
The weapon was unclipped and Mark unceremoniously pushed the remains back to Jake, giving the other a Leonardo eye squint. "You have been training regularly right?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 6:41 pm
Jake would like to question what better use besides booze and he really didn't want to know what else.
He arched an eyebrow as Mark looked him over, wondering what could possibly be going on in his head (he probably didn't want to know this either) and frowned. There was a look of worry as Mark began clipping some strange multi-coloured wires to Chester, because... really. Mark. And wires. He knew better than to question him though, because he himself knew nothing about this, and decided a long time ago Mark was just... Mark. There was no changing the impossible.
His disapproving look turned to one of relief when told Chester was fine, but... wait, "up to him?" What did that mean?
"... Training?" Jake gave the death assistant a confused look, and looked back down at the weapon. "N-no, with Chester broken and my injuries, I didn't really..."
Was he supposed to?
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Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 12:59 am
"Oh, well, that's too bad." He gave the remains of Jake's weapon back to its rightful owner. "Welp, I helped you and everything so its all up to you. Weapons resonate with their owners you know, if you don't use it, the magic wears off. You gotta keep on training and exposing yourself to Fear situations, you know level yourself up. Else like, before you know it you won't be able to even use a weapon ever again and you'll be like, super useless and stuff. Cripple material. They have a division for that you know, you know, the invalids and stuff."
Somehow, Mark was saying this all rather cheerfully. Most likely because he lacked tact and a general understanding of human emotion outside his own. "Well, good luck training man. Let me know if you ever want another few hundred bucks off your load, I have lots of useful information for you."
He probably didn't.
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Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2013 6:58 pm
"If by 'help' you mean give me completely useless info, then sure. How the heck am I supposed to do that without a weapon? In case you haven't noticed, my weapon is in PIECES. I don't think training is going to magically repair it or something."
Yes, he was doubting you, Mark.
Sure, there were some training courses he could run without a weapon (this was just like that time after that one mission, wasn't it...), but... even if he did train, how long would it take for him to regain use of Chester again? A week? A month? A year? He probably wouldn't even last several weeks on a mission without his weapon, no matter how much he trained. What if... he really wasn't able to use a weapon again? What then? He highly doubted there was even such a division, as Caelius already took effort to weed out the useless able-bodied ones anyways, but... wasn't there some division assistant who was crippled? Perhaps, he couldn't really remember.
Really, Mark and "useful information" didn't seem to go hand in hand, not to mention he had a feeling the death assistant was just looking for an excuse to milk more money out of him, but... did he really have a choice? He was completely clueless about this stuff, and even though Mark was a total pain, the guy was his only hope in getting Chester fixed, which was... a pretty terrifying thought.
With a heavy sigh, he shoved a hand in his pocket, except rather than pull out several more bills, he only pointed at the wad of bills Mark held in his hand.
"If you bothered counting, that's about $500 there, so I'd say that's more than enough to loan me some runics, because I highly doubt any sort of advice would be worth hundreds."
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 7:39 pm
"Excuse me," Mark looked absolutely affronted, "Just so you know, just so you know, my advice is worth hundreds. Millions. Hundreds of millions billions. Billions of hundred millions." He stopped typing on the keyboard for a second to actually look at Jake again. "It's priceless."
Feeling pretty proud over making a statement like that, the Death assistant clicked reblog, you know, to reblog the statement of his priceless advice all over the beta version of Deus Tumblr (still working under a code name), to all of one other occupant (Dwight), okay maybe two (Dwight and Lance). It was still in beta works, okay. And entirely plastered with inappropriate snapshots of crotch sizes and the usual argument over action figures and checking their privileges.
Unfortunately Jake was still here. He finally sighed. "Fine, whatever. Take these or something, at the most they'll go from being a paperweight to being a paperweight." He tucked under his desk, there was some paper shuffling, bottle moving, and apparently groans of effort before Mark emerged back on his desk with a pair of extremely clunky, heavy-looking daggers. He had to clear some more beer cans off his desk to make room for it, and it was questionable whether the desk would hold under the weight.
"Runic prototype 4.21, Omega." He began to absently wipe the dust from the surface with the end of his coat. "It should work, these babies carry a charge of up to two weeks, I think we prototyped this for Mist Hunters, but the major complaint apparently was that it wasn't aesthetically beautiful." Mark still looked absolutely affronted by the statement, even though the daggers at best did look like something dropped off from the stone age. "A runic weapon is represented by the runes, carved into it, and you'll notice I did include one for weight consideration, it has just been a while since it has been charged, but once you get these babies going-."
Uncharged, they weighed something like thirty pounds combined.
"Take it or leave it. As I said, when recharged, they'll be considerably a lighter due to the clever way I manipulated the mass of the center core not to mention as barrier daggers - wait, oh right these are the-" he paused and then gave a very hasty smile. "Nevermind, they're working okay."
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 8:36 pm
Perhaps that was why no one went to Mark for advice. They couldn't afford it.
It was probably a good thing Jake couldn't see the screen, as he probably would have left the room right then and there. Maybe Mark should have showed him the screen so he would have left faster. But he only frowned as Mark began to retrieve something, hoping the death assistant wouldn't try to rip him off. Not that... he'd really put it past him to do such a thing. He didn't know what technology was worth, and though he hated to admit it, Mark totally had more knowledge in that department. All he could do was hope it actually worked.
As the daggers were retrieved and dropped onto the table, Jake only stared, sincerely hoping he was joking. These were runic daggers? It looked like some sort of artifact they retrieved when dinosaurs still roamed the earth. Heck, it even looked like a fossil of an artifact. Maybe it was a fossil runified. He had to agree though. Compared to the sleek technology and the runic weapons they had on hand, this... yah. There was no words for it. But if Mark said they worked...
He gave a skeptical look, then sighed, knowing he shouldn't push his luck further. If they acted like actual barrier daggers, the extra defense would definitely come in handy, considering he didn't have his usual FEAR shield.
"Uh..."
That smile was very unsettling.
"Can I even LIFT these out of this room? And where the heck am I supposed to get them charged?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 3:48 pm
"Oh I dunno, find a charger or something?" Mark scratched his head, not really resolving the situation. His table legs were also wobbling a bit under the additional weight.
He paused. "Tell you what, normally I'm not that generous but if you give me an extra two-hundred, I'll consider upgrading these already amazing, but could be more amazing Runic weapons to something a little more useful." He held up his hand, fingers displaying, well, the number two. "Two hundred, take it or leave it. I'll even throw in this...." he looked around, "Thingamajig!"
Mark pulled up what looked like the combination of a corkscrew, can opener, half a chopstick, a fork tied to a spoon, spatula, and a lightbulb glowing a bright blue. "Yes, this, whatever it is!" This was surely to be good news if he couldn't even remember what it was. It did glow a nice, steady blue though.
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 10:27 pm
Jake gave Mark the his best deadpan look.
"Oh, yes, lemme just find the outlet plu- OH WAIT, it doesn't have one."
He resisted the urge to let out a loud groan as Mark asked for more dough, and wondered if he should even bother. But really, he didn't want to be lugging around these ancient things around. Heck, if the modification made them look more like aesthetically pleasing bricks, he'd probably be ok with that. Probably. Maybe.
Instead of handing the money over, he only squinted at the death assistant, eyeing the weird contraption he offered.
"Tell me what kind of modification and I MIGHT offer you a bit more. And I'll only take that thing if it doesn't end up blowing up on me. Actually, no, tell me what it does."
He was not paying two hundred for a fancy nightlight that looked like it had a mishap with kitchen utensils.
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 11:07 pm
"Well," Mark began vaguely, "It will probably do like, dagger stuff. And then you're like hitting stuff with it and it's like SHAZAM, dagger things! Pow! Wham!" He made a few action poses to emphasize with his arms. "And then you're like 'wow Mark what dagger stuff' and then I'm like 'well, I can't tell you young padawan because you are not jedi material but trust in the Force' and then everything will be good." Expectant nod.
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 6:56 pm
"I, uh..."
Jake was pretty sure Mark was still speaking English, but he hadn't understood a word.
"I think... I'll pass on the modifications, unless you can make this thing WEIGH less and look... well... not so ancient."
His gaze fell on the strange contraption.
"And you can keep that."
One less Mark contraption meant one less worry about getting maimed by it... right?Zoobey Sorry for dragging this on. We can wrap it up soon if you'd like!
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