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 Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 12:22 am
Felicia was starting to learn something very, very quickly about Deus Ex. From her time spent in the computer labs, to wandering the halls, to the cafeteria, to the infirmary. Everyone was hot. Everyone was so, so hot. She sidled up next to what most would call a bishounen, given his white hair and striking features, but the glasses made him into something else. Felicia had a megane on her hands here. A live one. "H-hey," she said, chin in hands, resting against the table, grinning. "P--p-puh-please tell me you have a c-cuh-cool backstory." enoh love i owed you an rp and leslie isn't back yet and felicia wants to playy!! LET ME KNOW IF I SHOULD CHANGE ANYTHING I'M HELLA MANIC WHEE : D
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 8:52 am
Someone sat down next to him. He could see the blurry shape out of his peripheral. Being interrupted wasn't his most favourite activities, but he had come to realize that it was inevitable one way or another. So, he slowly lowered his book - but didn't close it - and turned his flat, deadpan attention to the woman at his side. Then he waited, patiently, for her to stammer out what he assumed was some video game thing.
"Good Morning." He replied pleasantly enough once she had finished talking. "If I did, I wouldn't tell a stranger." Though his expression never changed, his words were at least casual. He looked away from her again, to look down at his book, content to go back to ignoring the world around him. Then, as if he thought of something else, he raised his eyes to look up at the ceiling, then over to her again. "Isn't that sort of thing reserved for end game, anyway?" Those words out of his own mouth felt awkward; he had no idea what he was talking about, but he was slowly putting pieces together, thanks to both Abbi and Finn.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 1:14 pm
Felicai smiled, unbothered by the look, and made an ooooOoh of appreciation. "M-m-mysterious." She giggled, leaning back to give him another good look up and down. "Oh, m-m-maybe." He was playing along, but it seemed a little like he was out of his element. "I'll do the r-reputation grind, then." Dutifully, Felicia held out her hand, eyebrows raised. "Fuh-Felicia Shepherd, Life. D-duh-Dwight's my cuz."
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 3:12 pm
He had no idea what that meant but he could guess, and so he offered a thin smile anyway.
"Ripley Crowell. Death Division." He introduced himself as his gloved hand closed firmly around hers. The sad truth was, since she was Life Division, she'd probably be seeing a lot of him in the future, if his visits to the infirmary continued as they were. "Nice to meet you, Felicia." Since she had gone out of her way to not only speak to him but to introduce herself, he figured getting rid of her would probably be a difficult task.
It was easier to close his book and turn his attention to her, so he did just that, this time giving her the same look-over that she had given him.
"So. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" Not very many people just came up to him like that, after all. He was admittedly curious.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 5:52 pm
Aw, he was cordial! What a precious soul. Ripley seemed pretty nice, especially since he was putting up with her bullshit. At least Felicia was self-aware about the fact that it was bullshit. "P-puh-perfect!" She rubbed her hands together conspiratorially. "Your d-division is all about information, r-right? D-do we have anything on like, global conspiracies? Or, like, t-things we've puppeted over the years?" What? She was nosy!
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 5:58 pm
"Of course." Ripley replied. "Aside from the golems, I mean." Which seemed pretty obvious, at least to him. Plus, he was taking the whole puppet thing literally for just that one comment.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 6:02 pm
She slipped bony hands and arms around one if his own, face taking on a little bit of a manic glint. "G-g-guh- golems?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 6:09 pm
The only surprise he showed was the slow way he blinked as her arms snaked around one of his. His gaze flickered from the spot where their arms touched and then back to her face, giving himself that short amount of time to be okay with the idea.
"Golems. Puppets we control to traverse Halloween." He parroted the basics of it. "Are you new?" His question, despite the way it was phrased, carried no malice - it was more of an observation than anything, really, but still important nonetheless.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 6:12 pm
"I'm g-g-g-gonna kill Nancy," she said, flying backwards to kick her feet gleefully. "Ya, only w-woke up a b-bit ago! B-brand spanking new!" Felicia pulled out-- from somewhere in her voluminous coat-- a notebook and pencil, jotting notes down immediately. "It's r-really unfair how f-far ahead and b-behind this joint is, y-y'know? The computers are in d-dreadful need of an upgrade-- or three!-- but it's like, why b-bother, when you could do...? That!" Felicia pushed her glasses up her nose. "D-does Halloween have a similar thing? C-can they visit like in a p-people bod?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 6:25 pm
Nancy? He had no idea who that was, but for now, he kept silent in an effort to see it play out. Context was and always would be his friend, after all.
"Welcome to the mad house." Ripley mused, glancing again at his arm as the bony hands released him in favour of searching pockets. Silence continued to be his friend as she continued to speak of things he didn't know well - namely, the intricacies of computers, and how Deus has both progressed and regressed in their use of them. His interaction with computers was always: Does it work? Yes? Use it. No? Don't. Her questions though, he felt he could field them well enough.
"To my knowledge, no." He watched her jot down some notes, only this time, there was a little more surprise on his face than before; he had yet to come across someone who took notes like he did. He mused on this for a moment or two, before deciding to elaborate: "As far as I know, they don't have that technology. On their own, Halloween can't survive long here, or are at least significantly weaker here. The atmosphere seems to lack the sustenance they need to thrive." It worked in reverse, too.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 6:36 pm
"I feel r-right at home. Literally. It's k-kinda great." At the look he gave her, Felicia bashfully scratched the back of her head with the pen. "C-c-can't remember j-jack s**t," she explained, "if I d-don't write it d-down. Terrible
As Ripley rattled off facts, she resumed jotting notes in a shorthand that only she knew, half nonsense abbreviations and symbols she'd conjured up all by her lonesome over the years.
"Huh. N-not super hip on w-world building, you know, wonder if they have much t-t-tech at all, then?" Felicia tapped her pen against her scarred face, humming to herself. "Weird. T-thanks either way. I b-bet I'll find info if I d-dig around."
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 7:00 pm
"That's nothing to be ashamed of. You're making an effort." Ripley was sincere as he could possibly be, giving a small, short nod. He liked that, truth be told. As he elaborated for her, he watched her make her notes, and wondered at the abbreviations that only made sense to only one of them.
"I think their world is mostly magic, with some for-show technology." He mused, only now seeing her scars as her pen drew attention to it, but even that only had a small glance in passing for now. "Pleasure's mine~" And it was.
"There are a few good titles in the library. If I may?" He held his gloved hand out, gesturing for her pen and notebook, if she would hand it over for the time being.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 7:11 pm
She beamed at the approval, looking a bit like a content bird, especially given her nose. "T-thanks. I'm ********, like-- it's hard, r-right? Starting over? But hard in a g-good way, like t-t-tackling a problem from scratch. I d-don't even know all the rules, and I w-want to write algorithms light years ahead of me." Felicia held her hands up in front of her, bring them apart to pantomime that there was a whole world ahead of her. Gleefully, she shoved the pad and pen at him, bouncing in her seat excitedly. "D-d-d-does this joint have a c-copying machine? I can highlight for m- miles."
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 8:06 pm
"Very." He agreed with a solemn nod. "Overwhelming, almost. It made me feel very, very small." To find out that there was not only another world, but one that was massive with a wide variety of cultures, races and ecosystems to boot. Being Human was already a daunting thing, but being a Hunter was even more so. "But I'm sure you'll do just fine." She was very friendly, and driven. Even after just a short meeting, he suspected if anyone could survive, it was her.
"I believe so." He remembered seeing copy machines; he had yet to use them, as he preferred to make his own notes and file away the rest in his memories, but he could see how copies would be helpful. "Finding highlighters, on the other hand..." As he spoke he began jotting down book titles (and their last known sections and shelves) in meticulously neat writing, for how fast he got them down. Then, as an afterthought, he jotted his name down for her, and his number, should she have any questions. Once finished, he handed both the pad and pen back to.
"May I give you some advice?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 10:29 am
Felicia barked, loud and sharp and undignified. A little bit, in fact, like a donkey. "Yeah, well. H-h-having family here helps, not g-g-guh-gonna lie. B-but I was self taught in my f-field before, so I just have t-to do it again." She tapped her fingers against the table as he wrote, eager to look at the titles, and then to go find them. "I s-stole Nancy's, he w-won't mind." Upon receiving them back, she did just that, scanning the page with great intensity. Felicia bounced her in seat again, nodding a bit like a bobblehead. "Y-yeah! P-please!"
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