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 Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2013 9:55 pm
Nevada slapped her hands on her waist, tapping her foot at the large amount of death reports suddenly sitting on her once empty cubicle like room in the life labs.
Someone hated her.
Wasn't it bad enough that she was out on the field either being launched at a titan, but also doing launching? Was she already not balancing the deathly secret of the mist leader as well as trying to figure out ways to avoid two assholes on a very small rock. It was like Deus decided to s**t its left over work on her desk, because she goddamn knew that no other mist would leave this work here for her.
Which meant only one thing, she was enlisting the only division members she could trust. Mist hunter coming up please?Nerpin Text to Dorian: Hey there Handsome, Life has some reports that need to be filed and I really need a mist help here, can you come to the life lab A, office 23?
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 10:56 pm
There may have been a large groan when he received the text message and read it throughly - a reaction that was set in the very fiber of his being. Every one of his siblings and he had grown up acting the same way - asked by someone to do something? Act like as if it was the end of the world before doing the request because you know that whoever asked would probably kick your a** otherwise - or because they were a lady and their mom had basically told them she'd kick their a** if they didn't do what a lady said.
Of course, he rather liked Nevada (not to mention she was Chel's missus now, so there was that), and so, he went to send a text message back, taking about as much time as his little outburst had taken, since he was still learning spelling, and s**t.Nyxtsuki Moon Text to One Eyed Lady-Face;Hello Pretty Face; Will be there as soon as legs can . . . Don't start party with out me.
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 11:36 pm
Nevada patiently waited for Dorian, smiling at his text message. She continued to stare at the 5...no 6 large stacks of paper reports...one was even folded into a crane. The ******** who did that was going to be the top of her hit list.
The knock earned a perked expression, and a instant going over to swing the door open.
"A french maid Dorian? How sexy..." She purred, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and dragging him in. "Bonjour Dorian, Welcome....to my hell." She spread her hands dramatically at the reports and then to him.
"Some a*****e thought I would beast through this or something. Like I'm a goddamn mission report sorter or something. like I'm ********." She waved her arms around. "And I wanted to go back early and cuddle with Chelsea because we haven't seen each other for a couple of days." which was true. She wasn't attached at the hip to her girlfriend, and she had made up and moved back in with Stormy...there was just the missing lack of intimacy.
"Dorian I need you." She said again dramatically, "I need you with a burning passion to....help me with this..."
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 9:24 pm
When a woman opened the door and dragged you in, you followed, like the b***h you were. So when he was grabbed by Nevada and tugged in, his eyebrows raised, teasingly as it were, a cocky grin on his face - it was just fun to talk with this one.
"W'at can I say, mais, I would 'ave slipped on some stockings but I 'ad to rush over." He shot back with an air of amusement, before turning over to see the hell hole she had found herself in to, making the slowest whistle he could conjure, eyebrows raised. "Sacremente, ce que vous avez fait." He blurted out a little, sighing out of his nose as he went to walk closer and grabbing a sheet or two to look over, before busting out one of his smokes and placing it on his lips.
"They must think you are ******** metal. Mais, if anything, it's better than, ehh. . . toilet duties or whatnot. I will 'elp, but you'll owe me. Sound good?" He offered, dangling the unlit cigarette on his lips and giving her one of those smooth looks he liked to reserve for his ladies.
"Where do I start."
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 9:39 pm
"I am disappointed but not really, I could always make up for popping the buttons or ripping the collar of your shirt a little...give me a good broody French man instead." She winked...then forgot she had only one eye and sighed. "Je l'ai nothing" She said with a horribly broken accent...then added a "E 'stato i tecnici stupida vita ....".........
She would've warned him about the smoking but even looking at the piles made her want one...and she didn't smoke.
Dorian made it look sexy though...Odd.
"They must think I have an iron will the size of the roman empire...which I will tell you right now, I don't. I want nothing more then to go nap right now, and a bit cranky..." She hissed and laughed at the same time, which was a odd sound. "Oh my god, toilet duties. I would hate to be that hunter..." She moved to the table and split the 6 stacks evenly into three each...then pulled a chair for him and a chair for her and sat down...
"So favors..." She smiled at him, "What kind of favors do you usually ask of the ladies?" She waggled eyebrows at him, "Because if you think of anyone with benefits for me too, that would be nice right..." She chuckled again. Because she was teasing..plus she had Chelsea.
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