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 Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 11:51 am
Ever since his run in with how much it sucked to be Mark, Rep had been thinking about the various s**t he'd run into in his time on those tasks. The crystals for a start seemed to be like an endemic risk on the island, whether they were native or brought back from ******** knew where.
The other thing that had been really ******** bothering him was the sigil he'd had to research on the laptop, the sigil he'd noted was called the Sigil of Madness and that most ******** frighteningly seemed to be involved in some ******** thing called The Ressurection. He didn't want anything that was dead brought back, usually things got killed for a good reason. The only reason he hadn't tried to find out more about it by asking other people was the fact that if it was linked to some kind of weapon on their side, he didn't want to ******** up what might actually be a secret from their enemies.
He'd been there to do his job and he'd done it as best he could, but it still stayed with him even after the fact and the truth of the matter was, he was worried. It was too quiet, too quiet on the island and he wanted to be doing something to stop this s**t, to at least be swimming against the tide of whatever imminent ******** was coming their way.
So he did the only thing he knew how, despite feeling like it was completely hopeless even to try.
He went to Mark's "office" to see if the other man was there and let himself in. "Shithead, I've got questions." he said.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 9:55 pm
Mark didn't look too good, and just stared bleakly at Rep, face half-buried by a long stack of mission reports. It was also very possible he hadn't slept for at least fourty-eight hours.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 10:02 pm
"Wow." Rep said, stopping in his tracks. "You look like s**t." And then just to elaborate. "Like, more than usual." Though after his shenanigans filling in for the Death assistant, he had come to be a little more sympathetic about not having time to bathe or sleep in between a constant ever brewing storm of disaster that was most of what seemed to underpin the whole of the island.
"Do you even have a bed?" he asked, and he couldn't help but be sympathetic, the emotion creeping into his words. He'd dealt with B0nez too often in the past and had an entire lifetime worth of memories of that other him, that self that lived in Harrison's kingdom and all the times he'd had to carry the guy to an actual place to sleep.
He leaned on one of the more sturdy looking piles of junk in the room and looked away. "I wanted to ask some s**t." he said grimly. "About all the s**t that's been going on, and if I can do anything to help."
He glanced back over. "But I can come back another time, if you are too busy." It was more courtesy than most people ever received.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 10:11 pm
Mark gave Rep a look that was supposed to say "I appreciate your half-assed consoling effort bro but like, you just want something from me, so just spill it out and let me die in my miserable sad sorry existence, which, by the way, I have been up almost sixty hours for, even though nobody appreciates how hard I like actually work, I mean I still have five owed rp tags, that's how behind I am" which basically meant his focus swiveled to the Sun Hunter with an expression that would have made a dead fish proud. His mouth opened and closed without audible words actually forming.
At some point, he typed a few words with one weak, shaking hand (dramatically) on one of his keyboards, the words lighting up on the monitor closest to Rep.
Help me.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 10:47 pm
Rep raised a single scarred eyebrow as Mark - for what had to be the first time ever in the Sun hunter's experience - seemed too out of it to be a snarky d**k. Scanning the monitor, he shrugged his shoulders "Like I said, s'what I'm here for." And for whatever reason, he meant it. Rep's grudge holding abilities were some of the shortest around, quick to anger, equally quick to forget, Mark's transgressions were once again moved to the pile in his head marked "petty s**t" and his natural nerd level had ranked him back at "cool c**t".
So it was with that hopeful friendliness Rep sometimes maintained until slighted he went on. "Just say - or type - what I need to do. " He'd even fill out mission reports just to have something to do, though he was quite certain he'd completely ******** it all up.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 5:22 pm
Mark dramatically raised a single finger, and then weighed it against the keyboard as if he had just ran the entire Sun course with the entire Sun division brigade chasing after him (which had happened, but was not the actual case right now). It was dramatic, and extremely melodramatic. One would have to be pretty ******** dense to not catch on to Mark's pity play.
The Death Assistant gave an equally dramatic groan and then did a one-man finger-puppet act of trying to fumble for the keyboard before finally managing to type out a series of words which read as followed:
So like.
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I was thinking since I'm like suffering and stuff you could help me out
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Help a bro out man
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Be a bro
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Gotta go out and bro your bro man on and im gonna text u a list of all the things u gotta do. U owe me.
About a second in Rep's phone buzzed and indeed there was a laundry list of tasks to do, which Mark had shamelessly sent in full excruciating detail, because it wasn't like he had planned them out or something. The first one on the list read:
Text from Mark - Meet the Emperor and give him this usb, I like spent all night doing these. Well, don't give him a USB he'll just throw it away you gotta like find a printer, print them off, staple it, put it in a folder, staple it again because god forbid something isn't stapled, and then give it to the Emperor. Text from Mark - Also my USB is in my pocket... just fish it out because I am too weak....... I believe in you........
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 6:12 pm
Rep was frankly a bit of a sucker when it came to pity, despite being prone to hamming up situations for the sake of some sympathy himself, he tended to assume that other people were on the whole mostly genuine. Mark's plight seemed pretty severe. In short, Rep was dense as all hell.
He stood patiently and watched Mark type, raising one brow as he expended a hell of a lot of energy not saying a whole lot.
When his phone buzzed, he fished it out and eyed it suspiciously - because it was a lot of organization for a guy who was too exhausted to talk. He dismissed it, whatever, there was tasks to be done there were -
His expression fell at the second task.
Rubbing his face with one hand he gave Mark a "********" look, before with a shrug of his shoulders, closing the distance to invasively fish out said USB.
Zoobey Rep says why does it always end in sexual harassment???
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 6:16 pm
Thankfully said pocket in question was tethered to a coat tethered to the chair though upon contact, several cockroaches, large specimens, at least a good half a foot long, squirmed out, feelers twitching around before disappearing into the abyss. One however, made a valiant effort to climb onto Rep's arm.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 6:21 pm
Reps relief when he found the coat was very great indeed, there were a lot worse pockets that it could well have been in. As the pockets inhabitants made a break for freedom, Rep leaned back a little in surprise, though when he actually realized what they were went from horror to delight. "Oh wow!" he said, "You have bugs in here?" He didn't complain one bit about the cockroach on his arm, letting it stay there as he fished around. "Lucky b*****d, they took mine away."
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 11:48 pm
Mark gave Rep a sleepy thumbs up, registering that he had no idea what Rep was saying at all, the roach found a new home inside of Rep's shirt, the usb found itself into Rep's hand and everyone was happy.
The Death assistant may or may not have been asleep with his eyes open by that moment in time.
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 12:02 am
Rep didn't complain, he just took his new cockroach friend and the USB and headed off to print it off. It took a bit of waiting on one of the spare computers at the library - he didn't want to put anything Mark had given him within a hundred miles of his own laptop. Once it printed, (provided he didn't run into any horrible password situations) he headed in the direction of Cael's office, documents in hand, giving them a look over on the way. Finding a folder as one of the non-paperwork divisions had been a b***h and required trading a bottle of beer but he'd done it. He'd also been sure, as instructed, to staple them once and then staple them again.
Knocking once, he entered. "Sir, I was requested to bring these to you." he said.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 5:40 pm
The door opened, never quite closed (unless it was), revealing the Death lead working at his desk as usual, everything on his desk stacked into neat files as usual.
There was also a long dark bloodstain and a hand wedged, sticking out from a closed box covered in runes, entirely too narrow to fit a whole body, but he didn't seem to pay it much notice. Occasionally the box would shake and a horrific gurgling noise would come from within but it really didn't mean anything.
He just kind of gave Rep a look that suggested he didn't get the memo and then held out his hand, in less of a let me bring you to a whole new world sort of way and more of a just give me the ******** folder sort of way. It was nice to see that Rep had already been established as paperboy status as this skipped the long sequence of one word questions involving 'and' and 'and'. "Tell Mark I want the second container finished by the end of the hour."
It was about 15 minutes before the end of the hour and it seemed like Caelius had forgotten cell phones existed again.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 6:03 pm
Rep gave the box on the desk a brief but pointedly concerned look before figuring that the death lead knew it was there and that at least that meant it probably wasn't dangerous. At least not dangerous to Cael. He'd personally steer clear of it, just in case.
He handed over the folder with a bit more of a flustered intern air than the competent hunter one he wanted to convey. He nodded mutely, not questioning the order in the least and headed back out of the office, checking the time on his phone when he was.
With a quiet sigh, he half jogged, half ran all the way back across the building to Mark.
"He says he wants some ******** container finished by the end of the hour." he said, if Mark was even there when he arrived at his computer room/hovel/office
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 7:50 pm
"No!" Shouted Mark, in the middle of a big ******** container that had somehow miraculously fit in the middle of his office. "Tell him I need at least another hour. Stall for time."
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 8:00 pm
Rep gave Mark an exasperated "you are ******** kidding me" kind of look. He wasn't very good at running, most of his fighting style involved being able to stand still and spread his balance, or to leap really high, the running around like a headless chicken thing was something he was sure that other people really had to take into account. Not so much him.
"Oh aye because that works. That ******** works when there's a ******** briefing at 5AM. I'm sure it'll work now." but he was already heading towards the door and back across HQ to Cael's office. This time he entered, out of breath and said.
"Says... I mean Sir." and he straightened up a bit. "He's a ******** idiot and he says he needs another ******** hour." He had no idea how he stalled for time when it came to Cael, who was just about the most punctual person on the entire island, the only things he could think of were entirely not helpful, like singing some kind of song, doing a dance, or when all else failed, stripping. None of these would do anything for his life expectancy, he decided.
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