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 Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 11:45 am
Melvin's text had been less than welcome news to Rep and though it didn't quite kill his (slightly artificially) positive mood, it did not bode well for the immediate future. He was restless and growing slightly more irritable by the hour, but moderation was the name of the game in lasting out this particular drought.
As it was he'd stopped by the lighthouse to book in a bit of leave for the following day just in case while he had sentry duty up there anyway. He had the present book he was reading stowed in his coat pocket and was completely and utterly braced for a frankly horrendous few hours of tedium and fidgeting.
There was nothing more unendurable than boredom except boredom coupled with withdrawal.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 12:03 pm
The lighthouse was mostly empty, save one sentry, his back turned away from Rep, working away at a double- laptop setup. He had extremely dissheveled hair, a jacket that needed more cleaning than any Tide could ever provide and was very possibly the Death assistant, sans his usual headgear accessory.
"I don't see anything," the not sentry called to nobody at all, "are you sure it's there, we're like talking about just one grail right, like the holy grail and not a holy grail and I think someone is right behind me listening to me."
Mark turned around and looked a combination of resigned and possibly debating his unescapable cursed fate. "Dude Rep, bro, if this is about the zombie rescue thing that wasn't me and no convincing me otherwise will convince me otherwise. Please don't owe me anything." The last part came out slightly desperate.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 12:13 pm
Rep raised a brow at the mention of a grail, finding himself suddenly very interested in what might well be some crazy powerful artifact, at least if Indiana Jones was anything to go by. He didn't really want to end up turning into dust for wrong choices though, so he tried not to listen in too hard, instead adopting that awkward hovering sort of interest in the floor, his shoes and the ceiling that all eavesdroppers everywhere tended to assume.
It was only when he was addressed that he even seemed to notice Mark and looked utterly surprised - because it was so easy to miss a guy with two laptops when you were as interested in tech as Rep himself was.
"I like, totally do owe you though." he said stubbornly. "Though ******** if I know what, it's no very easy to return a favour like that when you are on a knife edge of danger all the ******** time." He didn't press it too much though, aware that it did make Mark pretty ******** uncomfortable to hound it too far. "What's the haps?" he asked casually, waving his book - a star trek book - vaguely in an assertion that he totally had authority to be there for a duty and was not simply snooping or freelance guilting on a hobby basis.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 6:32 pm
Mark blatantly ignore the Star Trek book, because there was only so much brotrayal one could take. "No I wasn't just-" it was unclear if he was talking to his headset or to Rep, but he pivoted so he was half facing the screen and half facing Rep, doing a relatively good impression of a chameleon eye swivel - "okay, look, how about this, I'll get someone to come in and find you so I can get a better signal- no not me, look, um, oh wow I sure can't go, I think I hurt something, like uh, my ribs. All of them. And my bones." He said the last part very loudly.
The Death Assistant scrambled underneath his work desk and pulled out what looked like an oversized walkie-talkie. He then finally, looked up at Rep and mouthed a very obvious you owe me, shaking the walkie-talkie. A rune may or may not have fallen off it with a loud clunk.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 6:47 pm
Rep listened, crossing his arms and openly listening in this time without any pretences of innocence, giving Mark a very critical and SUSPICIOUS brow raise as he wheedled his way out of having to go to whoever was on the other end of the headset. He strongly considered turning on his heel and walking off immediately for the sake of his prolonged wellbeing but that remained nothing more than a macho fantasy, he had a job to do.
"My ribs hurt too you know." Rep whined unconvincingly, placing a hand to one side and feigning a pained flinch. "But a hunter always pays his debts...I suppose."
The walkie talkie looked about as dangerous as it was potentially helpful.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 7:07 pm
The word debts also got ignored. It looks like Mark was actually pretty good at just ignoring just about everything, to the surprise of nobody ever. It was actually questionable whether or not he lived in the same dimension as everyone else, really.
"Wait, before you go," the Death Assistant seemed to have an internal moment of conflict and then sigh, resigned at himself, "come here, just- don't thank me, just take this." He shoved a runic torch at Rep, the design heavily modified from the standard grade ones. "Use it for emergencies."
Silence passed.
"Um, preferably any time before I lose my job. Again."
Silence.
"And don't forget your headset." Heavy sigh.
Baneful Runic Torch (special edition) get! During this event, instead of using your weapon, you may use it, pretty much any time you want. This is used in place of your weapon at any point. It acts like a flamethrower, but has low powered flames that do 2d8-6 damage.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 7:17 pm
Rep wasn't even all that irritated, potential death had become such a common threat over the years that there was no longer a very real capacity in him to process it, not that he had been particularly safety concious to begin with. It just seemed like excitement by now and he was always eager to be out there pulling in the traces and making some kind of difference.
Or at least holding out in the hope that one day he might make a difference to something and not ******** it right the ******** up.
He took the torch with a grin that did not say thank you but heavily implied it anyway, grabbed a headset and then hovered, eyeing the portal. "I'm guessing that's all the info I get. Is it set to wherever I need to go?"
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 7:26 pm
Mark leaned over, rolled his eyes, and attached actual batteries to Rep's headset. "Look, you just need to find the boss. I think he's-" Mark looked over to his computer screen, at the hundreds of heat signatures at wherever this was located at and then helplessly looked back - "somewhere. Just get close to him okay, you're like- look it's like you're a signal boost okay. Play it cool. Act like you're not there and stuff and that should be good. And don't mention the holy grail."
He also did a great job of omitting whether or not he was actually going to help Rep any more than that.
"Can you go now? Before we both lose our jobs?" And by jobs, Mark meant their state of existence as Hunters in general.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 7:33 pm
"Right right, I'm going I'm going." he waved a hand dismissively. "On my way, look watch me go. Don't mention the grail, follow the carnage to boss man. Got it. Naaaae bother. Don't ******** things up too much this end, if you can help it." he grinned.
And adjusting his headset over his very lop sided hair, he headed into the portal, braced to summon Tracey as soon as possible, if it was right in the middle of whatever sort of ******** Mark had been watching on screen.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 7:39 pm
The good news is that the portal didn't land Rep exactly in the middle of any ******** of zombies. In fact, he was in a parking lot, wedged between a 1990's classic Honda and a Toyota Accord. In front of what seemed like an infinite parking lot filled with infinite cars was an impressive corporate building. The logo embossed on the building read Opus Labs LTD in neon white.
It was dark outside, most of the lights in the building windows were on, and there was thankfully, no signs of death, violence, decay, zombies, Caelius, Hunters, Dead Hunters, or anything in that specific order.
"All right," Mark called from the headset, regardless of whether or not Rep had actually put it on, "head into the building. Don't for the love of god use the lobby, there's a loading bay in the back."
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 8:04 pm
When his eyes adjusted, Rep exhaled relaxing the tension in his arms. He was alive at least for the time being and that was always a cause for celebration. The fact it was a lab did put a slight damper on that joy however as labs always came with their share of dangerous and/or caustic chemicals and he came with a huge ******** axe.
Rep was also the kind of guy who in games always stormed the lobby, so it was mentally a bit painful for him to swallow his desire to showboat and follow orders to the letter, but he did so anyway, keeping as alert and incognito as it was possible to be when you looked the way Rep did.
At the loading bay, he pressed himself to the wall and checked around the corner before pressing onwards.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 8:07 pm
As Rep poked his nose around the corner, a nondescript employee in a grey lab coat nearly bowled into him. He looked shocked, adjusted his glasses, and just stared at Rep for that single split second.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 8:11 pm
Rep stared back in horror for his own terrible split second before his unthinking and rather primal instincts kicked in and he hauled off and swung a right hook at the poor spectacled bloke's temple.
Out of sheer cringe reflex he added. "Sorry."
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 8:29 pm
"Don't apologize!" Mark shouted through the headset, "Just keep on running! Take um, a left, and then uh, a right, and then two lefts... maybe..."
When Rep moved past the loading bay doors, there was just a straight hallway down, accompanied by about ten different doors at the far end.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 8:33 pm
Rep stepped over the unfortunate guy and broke into a sprint, stopping by the doors.
"You sure you are looking at the right ******** map mate?" he said grimly. "******** of doors. Tell me what one or I'm just going to pick any and let god ******** sort it out. All roads lead to Rome right?"
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