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 Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 5:40 pm
Chel thought this was really awkward, because it was in fact very awkward. She'd jammed herself behind the coffee machine in a panic (after all, she was supposed to be somewhere else performing her duties), and now she was ... sort of stuck.
That someone was Deryk, thankfully. She was glad to see it wasn't a superior or someone that would bust her chops over it.
"Oh good it's just you," she said breathily, trying once more to get herself out. "Can you come- woaoOAH."
In a comical fashion, she finally unwedged herself and leaned on the coffee machine trying to play it off. "So uh. Hey. Deryk. You- coffee. Come here often?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 5:48 pm
Deryk wondered if he was a bad hunter for not stepping up to show the podlings around. But quite frankly, this was not a life he would suggest to anyone. Then again, those poor souls were suck here. Forever probably. It made him sad just thinking about it.
He needed some coffee to pick himself back up. That was just about what he was going to do when he spotted Chel crabbed behind the coffee machine. For. Some reason.
"..What are you doing behind coffee machine? Not..trying to sabotage the coffee are you?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 6:14 pm
Chel scratched her head and took a step forward, following with crossed arms. "Ehhh ... don't worry about it, yeah?" Well that didn't make her seem that much creepier than she already was.
"I mean ... I didn't mess with your coffee. I just thought you were someone else." It was just sounding more and more suspicious. "Look, here. Try for yourself, okay?" She stepped aside to let him get whatever his caffeine addicted heart desired.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 6:19 pm
"Not sure if want coffee anymore," Deryk stated while eyeing the machine. What was Chel up to? Though, she did clarify a little, he was still a bit hesitant to pour himself a cup.
"Um. Maybe later. Who you hiding from then? or..Trying to kill?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 8:01 pm
Chel rolled her eyes, having forgotten that Deryk, like herself, was just a little bonkers.
"Kill someone? Yeesh, do I really seem that cold-hearted?" She rubbed her chin and said, "Though I guess 'killed by coffee machine' makes a pretty good headline."
She shook her head and waved her hand, pushing the thought away. "I'm avoiding an ex. The usual thing a person who's avoiding is doing." She looked at him and said, "Please, just get your coffee. You're makin' me feel bad."
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 8:24 pm
Deryk didn't answer that question. Any of these people could be cold hearted. Really. Hunters were scary.
"O-oh. Um. Okay. Maybe will get coffee then, yes," he said before grabbing an empty cup and then filling it up with the miraculous dark liquid. He placed a cap onto the cup, then stepped back.
"Coffee isn't gonna end up making me pee blue is it?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 9:29 pm
The lights in the hallway flickered and went out. It was dark, but only where they were standing. One by one, each light around them shut down, until only the strange coffee machine was left buzzing, loudly.
Then it too went dark and there was nothing.
Silence. And then in the distance a single light flickered on, the silhouette of a small girl staring right at them, just a black outline. In her hands she was holding something, it was hard to see from the distance-
- And then the lights went on again. Everything was normal, save for the fact that behind them was a strange noise. An odd creak perhaps, followed by steady dripping noises. The noise persisted, and then there was a smell, ripe, rank.
A body hung from the ceiling above, suspended on one of the lose ceiling panels. A single body, in a Hunter coat - Death division by the looks of it, an unfamiliar face - suspended on a thick rope noose. Either they had been stabbed before the incident, or it had happened as they were hung. The dripping noise continued, dark blood congealing on the ground.
There was nobody else in sight.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 9:44 pm
"If your pee ends up blue, you have more problems than whatever I put in the cof-"
The lights dimmed and Chel rolled her eyes even if no one could see. "Oh good, some lifer blew something up again. Awesome. Cool." She was really starting to get sick of how the lifers acted like they could do anything they wanted.
Except when the lights came on, there was a very unsettling sight indeed. As a sun, her instinct was to summon her weapon and stand in front of Deryk. "What the-'
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 9:50 pm
"No. Special thing to put in fo--"Deryk stopped short when the lights went out. Well that was a little concerning. At first he thought along the same lines as Chel, but then things just went even darker. That was. Until a single light turned back on. Blinking, he turned around as he heard some dripping. Did the coffee begin to spi-- "EEEEEEE!" he shrieked as he saw the dead body hanging there. The hidden blade was summoned in an instant as he jumped back several feet. "W-w-what the? Why? Who--?"He couldn't even make out proper sentences right now.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 9:53 pm
CLACK.
The cell phone hanging tentatively out of the Hunter's pocket fell onto the ground right into the pool of blood. It was still open and read one new message.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 10:24 pm
Chel took a deep breath, trying to detach herself from her humanity. Right now there was a freaky dead body, and being panicked and scared would just turn her into ... well into what Deryk was being right now.
After a few- many- calming breathes, Chel began to slowly inch forward. "Watch my back I'm going to get a little bit closer."
It was nothing more than a crawl, but Chel did eventually reach a foot or so away from the phone. "Should I pick it up?" she asked, trying so hard not to look slightly to her left where the body lay. If she could just ignore it, she'd be okay.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 10:30 pm
Deryk was still looking around nervously. Had that little girl they had sort of seen earlier done this? He couldn't tell if there was anyone else. There was also a sense of dread. What if they were accused of killing this guy?
He shook his head at the thought. There was no evidence for that. At least he hoped so.
"Chel wait. Could be trap," he started, but she had already gone. Biting his lip, he scooted closer to her while still trying to keep an eye out for whatever might have caused this.
"..Looks like there's a message there. Um. Go ahead. Read it. Yes. Hopefully, phone will not explode. That would be... problematic."
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 10:35 pm
Chel nodded, and then reached down for the phone, pressing buttons to see what the message said.
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2014 1:24 am
The phone said a single word, displayed in red.
ALIVE
It was really an ironic message to say, considering that the body was anything but alive-
- CLACK-
Behind Chel and Deryk was a familiar looking Death Hunter. In fact, they might have recognized him from certain escapades where he Hid Behind Everything. Said Hunter, also known as the Death Hunter Assistant, also known as Mark, stared wide-eyed at the two, entirely caught in disbelief, a bunch of folders dropping out of his arms.
Slowly, and very carefully in that gap of silence, he took a cell phone photo of the two as evidence.
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2014 8:21 am
Deryk peeked over to see what the message said. "..Alive? Doesn't make any sense," he muttered. It was then that he heard what sounded like a bunch of papers dropping onto the ground behind him. Jumping, he whirled around and was horrified to see just who it was. On the plus side, it wasn't Caelius. But it being the Death Assistant wasn't really a great thing, even if he and Mark weren't on bad terms necessarily. "Mark!" he exclaimed then waved his hands frantically, "Not what it looks like! Body just showed up there. Look. No blood on weapon, yes?"Tooley was still summoned, and was squeaky clean.
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