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 Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 3:06 pm
A long stretch of a pathway was being dug out, roped off by yellow tape. Most of it had been blown apart by helpful runic tools that exploded on purpose. In a clearing nearby dubbed 'ground zero', logs were being cut into jagged points. Said pikes would soon be placed upright into the trench. Above the trench, roped were being tied between trees opposite each other of the trench of death. All this and then some were written, and illustrated, in the sketchbook of plans Otto had laid out. Today, he'd asked Rep to help. Rep seemed tough as nails. A good choice for the heavier work Otto wasn't able to accomplish alone. "Sooo yeah. That's all what's on the agenda. Most of the trench has all been dug up. I need help up in the trees though. One dude ties the rope to a tree and tosses the other end to the other. It beats climbin' them up and down all day." "Comments or complaints?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 3:38 pm
Rep had been spending most of his time in the Arctic lately, but he was allowed a few days on island a week and took them whenever. Otto had asked for a bit of help on his obstacle course and Rep had accordingly taken one of his leave days and said nothing about doing so. He showed up on time and made his way over just as Otto finished giving his speech to the others.
"Same for me?" he asked, raising a brow. Climbing trees he could maybe do. But the last guy who'd gone up a tree around him he'd just chopped it down instead.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 3:45 pm
"You..." Otto gave Rep a careful look over, his gaze drifting over to the course in progress. "I'd prefer you doin' the heavier s**t. Unless you think you're any good at tree hoppin'." He muttered, stretching his arms out in front of him. "You get your pick of the lot. Log choppin' or blowin' up the earth."
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 8:38 am
"I'll do whatever. But aye, I do prefer no tae have to be climbing trees. I'm hardly ******** nimble." he cleared his throat and held up his arm to show the cuff. "If you want me chopping s**t though, need to give me a sad wee normal axe tae dae it with."
Tracey was not pleased at all at this.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 2:05 pm
Despite his best judgement, Otto smiled and gave a soft snort. "Again?" Rep getting punished for his misdeeds was a laughing matter to the southern boy. Otto led the man to the Tool Pile.
"We got a few axes. Try not to bust'em up. I dunno how much that cuff cuts off your full strength or not." Because having a Key sure did. "I ain't got the luxury of replacin' em whenever I want."
He held up one of them, probably looking much like a toy when compared to the brutish Tracey. "Once you finish a cart full, we can haul'em to the trench to get jammed into the ground." Why Otto felt the need to put death traps in all his courses was a mystery.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 7:59 pm
Rep nodded and casually shrugged, looking away for a moment. "I tried to strangle Melvin for talking s**t. Would have been fine if he wasn't in the infirmary at the time. If you ask me he has it coming most of the time." He followed patiently along, eyeing the axes with a very critical sort of eye. He was sure that these were the kind of axes he'd seen before the island, but now they seemed really ******** small when compared to Tracey. Most things seemed really ******** small. Tracey said huffily. The fallen angel bristled with jealousy and irritation as Rep duly ignored him and picked one up. "I'll be careful."
Setting to work, he swung, looking decidedly disappointing at how little weight there was behind the blade, but doing his best regardless. "Nice thing you've got going here. I cannae complain about things that will make the lardarses on this island work a bit."
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 8:23 pm
"He usually does." Otto agreed in a murmur. All he had to say was Melvin, and Otto would simply know. Otto himself found it hard to tolerate the irritating man. From what he could get from Twitter, the question-toting blonde man was going funny in the head since Rin had died. Otto joined Rep in the task, having spent much of the precious day tree hopping. "I just hope this works. Getting hunters to get used to making quick decisions in a stressful situation might save lives down the road. Being smart or strong don't always help."
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 9:00 pm
"He's ******** gone off the deep end." Rep said gruffly.
Swinging the axe was satisfying and took a little of the edge of frustration that Rep at the world in general away. He did nod however. "I think its the best thing you could do for a lot of them if I'm honest. Like its impossible to make them smarter and to stop them all doing ******** retarded s**t. Best you can do is give them a better chance of surviving the s**t when it comes at them."
"Maybe will stop people being so goddamn distracted on missions."
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 10:10 pm
"I don't think stupid can be cured." Otto admitted, "Like, there's ignorance from a lack of insight. That can be cured. Then there's plain old Stupid. You're born with that s**t and it never goes away." Otto grunted as he chopped another large log into a jagged edge. "People get hung up on ******** s**t during mission."
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 6:46 am
"Well, it can be cured." Rep said thoughtfully. "It's just a really ******** permanent cure." he smirked though and it was anyone's guess if it was because he found the thought funny or if he was simply joking. "And we don't really need to do it when nature would." And then there were the unlucky people who weren't stupid and got caught up in other people's stupid decisions. He found himself veering closer to that huge abyss of denial where the dead lived and quickly changed the subject.
"Aye. People are really ******** unprofessional. I mean like, every c**t knows I'm no the most professional on twitter. But that s**t is just words on a ******** phone." he shrugged his shoulders. "On missions I'm doing what I'm ******** told, when I'm ******** told to do it. I'm no ******** starting some greenpeace activist group, making friends with the s**t we need to fight, all that s**t."
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 8:53 am
"Yeah, I'm more of the opinion that nature will deal with'em." Murder wasn't in Otto's future plans. He'd almost reached that limit with Lawr. He hoped it wouldn't be repeated. Otto had the advantage in that he knew Rep wasn't nearly as mouthy in person as he was on Twitter. Rep was still a shitty a*****e of a human being, but at the least he was still someone who could be worked with when it mattered. "If life was black and white, it'd be easier." He replied with some difficulty. He'd left Death for many reasons; one of them being the fact that sometimes Halloween felt too human. "The lines between enemy and friend get really ******** muddy, even in a mission situation." "But.. ultimately it's better for all of us to just do as the leads say. Less chance we end up ******** things up for ourselves. It's harder when they don't give clear instructions, though."
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 3:36 pm
"Aye, if ******** only." Rep said. "Though like, even when things are all moral grey area, you can still get by if you listen to your gut instincts." It was what got him through, following his gut instincts.
Tracey volunteered.
<> he replied.
"Though I agree that half the ******** time the real enemies are all around us. The monsters are just monsters, they are what they are and they can't be anything else."
He chopped a little too viciously.
"People can be so much more."
He took a moment to flex his shoulders, to get himself out of the tense anger that built up in him. "The leads do what they can with the number of ******** special snowflakes we have around here. Giving clear instructions people would still totally ******** it up."
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 4:26 pm
"Yeah.. but the leads themselves can be equally shady. Nobody wants to fight for a leader who has no clear goal." He stopped chopping to take a breather. "We gave up our lives for this. It's not unreasonable that people start fighting against them after a while. We can't all blindly follow the leader forever." He wiped his forehead and got back to chopping. "I like to believe they're keeping quiet for the greater good, but once in a while? It'd be nice if we got some kind of hint that we're doing the right thing... or that we're getting somewhere with all our hard work. I worry a lot that I'm just being used." "Doesn't... wouldn't that bother you?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 4:40 pm
"We all do s**t for leaders whose goals we don't understand. Did you know all the policies of all the political bullshitters at the top on the outside? All the corporate ******** who took all the money you earned and everyone else's. No one ever really overthrows them. People can follow the leader their whole lives. Its only ******** rebellious teenagers who think they can change anything I guess. Then you grow up and you make do. The leads all have their good points." H scared him the most, threatening even while he was being amenable and outwardly pleasant.
He hefted the axe thoughtfully in his hands and Tracey protested, at least they were making good work of what they had to do. "The s**t we aren't told is s**t we probably don't need to know, there are a lot of like, hero-complex people here. Like if they knew all the info they'd think they knew the right s**t to do and they'd ******** it up. There's a lot of ******** sherlocks and self styled saviors. They can't be heroes till they learn to just do their job, and they ******** never will."
Shaking his head he went on. "I don't expect to be told I'm doing the right thing. It's one of those things that would be nice, but it.. just doesn't ******** happen in the real world. The only guide you have that you are doing the right thing are how many people you piss off along the way, how many people you make think. We are alive, that's enough testament we are getting somewhere. There are a lot. A lot of ******** people who aren't, and a lot more who wouldn't be here if we weren't holding the tide at bay."
He looked away from otto determinedly. "I'd rather be used than be useless."
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 4:49 pm
Otto wanted to protest much of what Rep said. But with any attempt at speaking a word, he felt himself pull back. What did Otto really know? He'd been one of those rebel teens who thought he knew everything. Did he know any better now? Maybe he was just being idealistic. Just because the leads held positions of power, did it mean they knew any better? After all, there had once been a Council at Deus. They had gotten murdered, and things began to change. Were the leads fighting the good fight? Was... there even such a thing as a 'good' fight to begin with? Otto fell silent, concentrating on his menial task. He wanted so badly to have his work mean something. But was he fooling himself? Was all of this really necessary? Worth it? Or was it all a sham, to prove to some faceless power that he held some false worth? To be useful too.. "I guess doing the 'right thing'... is just an idealist notion, anyway. It's silly, really." He felt embarrassed. He felt naive. He wanted to believe all he did was for the good of the world. After all, he may not live in the human world anymore... but he loved it. He wanted to protect it. "As long as the world keeps turning, that's all that matters."
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