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 Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 3:21 pm
Otto walked the halls, intent to work out a bit in the training fields. No, maybe he'd skip training and go to that fabled pool near the volcano he'd heard of? He wasn't a very good swimmer without a flotation device or sticking to the shallows. Maybe he should work on fixing that. Get rid of his weaknesses. Yeah, that was the Sun way of thinking, right? He kept overanalyzing everything in his life. He needed to rid himself of that nonsense. The bright thing to do would be getting rid of his phobia of the dark, or bugs.... But that sounded scary and impossible. Otto was deep in thought as he walked, barely paying attention to his surroundings as he was once again a slave to his mind and it's inability to stop working.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 5:27 pm
It was sort of impossible not to notice the Death lead. Usually this was accompanied by flying projectiles or decapitating heads or whatever the rumour mill was these days on the Twitters as brought to you by Asian people (disclaimer: Caelius was actually unaware that the Twitters existed), and while in some skewed universe his presence might have been terrifying, it was also, in this universe something of a common phenomenon. Some things were constants, no matter who they were and no matter what division they were in.
Caelius saw Otto and immediately began to make a beeline for the new Sun Hunter looking extremely not pleased: so basically looking like he normally did.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 5:36 pm
Otto looked up in time to see His Majesty gunning for him. His past experiences with the man told him many things; stay hidden, stay quiet, stay useful. He was in Sun now, but he often feared one day it wouldn't matter. There were not many safe places on Deus from Caelius's tyranny. He side stepped from the Lead's path, hoping he'd fly on by and break someone else's shoulder this time.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 6:19 pm
Caelius didn't. The Death lead managed to scatter a cluster of Moon Hunters, something about incompetent window repairs, and if they had even an ounce of blahblah attention something blahblah time importance blah, and then a second later he spotted Otto-
And then threw Otto down the hallway, where the newly anointed Sun Hunter may or may not have hit the wall at the far end rather hard.
And then kept on advancing, not nearly finished his rather terse and non-existent speech.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 6:24 pm
Oh good, he just wanted to bother those Moon Hun---- Otto felt a surge of fear rip through his body. Or was that the drywall? Either way he'd made a dent in the wall, collapsing to the floor. He whipped his head up to see Caelius still coming. What? Why? He was there when he'd transferred divisions. He couldn't still be upset, right? Think.... did he break anything? No, he never touched anything. He wasn't stupid like Kostya the Curious Cat. Should he even bother asking? He squeaked, scurrying to his feet. Maybe Cael was just hungry for blood. He got that way sometimes, right? That still didn't bode well for Otto. He'd thought his Caelius PMS days were over once he'd left. Maybe he should run. Otto started to run.
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 3:10 am
Running was pretty much the worst option possible for someone steadily chasing afterwards, but it seemed like the Death lead was intent on not breaking his walking pace-slash-path of waking destruction at a leisurely stroll. Thankfully after just some long invested minutes in running, Caelius was far, far out of sight.
Otto was free. He could go wherever he pleased.
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 8:44 am
Free? Otto stopped, hardly believing his good luck. Maybe he wasn't after him after all. He'd just 'been in the way'. The teen breathed a sigh of relief, flopping onto a couch in the commons room to catch his breath. "********' psychopath..."
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 12:18 am
And then he was right there, looming right above Otto.
Some glasses might have sheened as he loomed a little closer, a couple of manila folders in one arm.
"Your additional work", Caelius began, without even letting Otto figure out the why or how, "does not <******** complete itself with your division transfer. You will need to find a replacement or you will be doing both Sun and Death Hunter duties."
Was this possible? Apparently it was.
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 7:48 am
Otto nearly threw up his own heart and swallowed it back down again. He stared up at the bespectacled leader with a mix of fear and bewilderment. So far so good. He seemed... reasonable. For now. "Right. Got it." Crap, now he had to try and find another full Death hunter. He didn't know any other than Gale, and he had his own duties to attend to. Oh yeah, and Gale had been demoted too. Serving his Majesty's coffee and sweeping floors was nothing, but he needed someone competent....ish... to look over the weapon conversion project. "I'll get on that right now, sir." Otto slid himself across the couch to manoeuvre his way around the Death Lead without breaking eye contact, attempting to escape Medusa's gaze of doom.
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 11:54 pm
"Also, one more thing." He waited, still oddly reasonable.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 8:32 am
Otto stood, but didn't flee. He was leery. Caelius being reasonable was not normal, and was likely some sort of warning sign. Like the eye of a storm or an angler fish's glowy thing. "What is it?" He asked cautiously.
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2014 7:07 pm
And then Otto was slammed right against the wall, and Fear shield and everything, was still very happily seeing stars, or mini Tenyas, or whatever an almost concussion entailed. His head was literally being crushed into the concreted Moon-reinforced wall.
"I don't appreciate you thinking you can escape the rules. If you wanted to transfer out of my division, I expected you would have the <******** balls to approach the correct division leader instead of hiding. You might think you're escaping your problems but you are just making them infinitely worse." There was a loud crack as a nice-sized indent appeared into the wall mortar the shape of Otto's forehead. "As a Sun Hunter, you will be stripped out of all your Death privileges and that includes disclosing any information gained as a Death Hunter."
Just when it seemed like Otto's skull was about to merge with the wall, the Death lead finally let go. "You are not escaping everything. Their deaths are the result of your carelessness. I wonder how long you'll last in this division before you realize that your running away creates casualties. I'm sure some people just prefer to be oblivious and stupid until the end."
He didn't wait for a reply and simply left. Yes, it was possible that Otto was a victim of a speech and run, or terrible deflating speech and walk away dramatically.
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2014 7:43 pm
He wasn't sure what part of the situation made him most uncomfortable. The pain in his nearly cracked forehead, or the fact Caelius could see straight through him clearer than a pane of glass. He was running away. He was running away and believed that doing so was best for him. After all, what did he really have to offer Death? Or even Deus as a whole? He endured the speech only because he had to. Being stuck between Caelius's grip and concrete walls. Caelius finally left, and Otto was left alone. Pain was bearable. But the worry he'd tried to leave behind was not. One again he didn't know what to do. He never knew what to do. He just wanted to be told what to do, despite hating it with every fibre of his being. That's how he'd been raised, under a roof of do's and don'ts. Here it was different. There were concrete rules, but duties and choices were stubbornly opaque and murky. He'd been scolded, but in the end he still didn't have a clue what he was supposed to have learned here... aside from the ever present knowledge that he was a useless coward.
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