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 Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2015 11:57 pm
Text from Mark I know we never talk but I'm like, really bored. Text from Mark Like, reeaaaalllly bored.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2015 4:04 am
Rep was in the middle of a localised disaster area, which - for Rep - wasn't actually all that surprising. This one was different from the others as in lieu of limbs and rubble he was instead surrounded by the last vestiges of dust and strewn paper which was all that remained of an extensive - and ancient - archive. He had moved the filing cabinets into Al's room because if there was something that minions were good for it was storage. It would be Al's problem to explain how he came into possession of so much documentation and therefore not Rep's.
The function of this complete ransacking of a rarely used room originated from Rep's opinion that if someone else had something he should also have something. Gale had a office, therefore it stood to reason and by the laws of discimination he should also have an office.
He was gathering up the last of the papers and putting them in a wastepaper basket in the corner and setting up and plugging his laptop into the runic power when his phone buzzed. No matter how busy he was, he was never too busy to address his phone and he texted back to Mark.
Quote: Good, I'm just settling into my new office formerly known as Archive room 45. Do you know how I get onto the network from one of these shitty wee ethernet sockets? You should come help me. I have beer.
And he did, because no work should be done without refreshments to ease its difficulty.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2015 12:28 pm
About ten minutes later, Mark showed up anyway, took one step into the doorway, looked around at the chaos, and then withdrew said foot. "Did you know," he began, without his usual meet and greet formalities, or lack thereof, "that this entire room's worth of data could be summarized into two words." As he said this, he held up two fingers on his free non Doritos chip bag laden hand, "Why?"
Before Rep could answer, he peeled open the bag, eyes scanning around for the promised beer as he continued, "I'll have you know I was part of the movement to get mission report submissions all digitized, which would have been great, you know, if you get over the fact that it takes longer for boss to figure out where the space key is than it does for him to walk to the portal formerly known as the lighthouse portal."
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2015 12:54 pm
Rep gestured in the direction of the six packs as he set the laptop down on the floor where he'd been rigging up an ethernet cable into a port. " Then you are the only ******** person with any goddamn sense. I still can't ******** believe there are ******** ROOMS of paper. Its so ******** inefficient, no one was ever going to read any of the s**t that was in here again. It's better as my office." He stood and kicked some more papers out of the way vaguely in a way that only made the room slightly more untidy - he was not blessed with the ability to tidy anything anywhere. "Where I can do some ******** good."
Mark got a raised brow. "Is it just impatience with him?" he said, "Or is he just incapable of getting his head round it? I mean with Ace its just a whole other ******** foreign language to him, I think if he didn't have b0nez he wouldn't know how to switch on a light."
"Speaking of ex-lighthouse portals, has anything been ******** happening? I've no heard a goddamn thing since the grail went nova in Delta. Its just been ******** watching pirated movies and catching up on games and I'm actually ******** bored. And speaking of movies I'm STILL annoyed that the second Avengers was so goddamn mediocre! Did you no like they movies?"
A rambling Rep was apparently a contented Rep and in the middle of his strewn chaos and cables he was apparently a little more content than usual. "Do these ports even work?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2015 1:12 pm
"Do I look like the magical question granting fairy?" Mark finally ventured in past the doorway, peeling several archaic pieces of paper off some pair of faded runners he had found as he sat down and helped himself to free beer. "I'm only going to answer one of your questions so, yes." A pause as he took a deeper sip. "Maybe. Not everyone can have the gift. Uh people have tried. And don't even get me started on the second movie, they wrote off the entire actual Ultron arc, and what's even with this Vision appearing out of nowhere, it feels like they're just rushing to get everyone on sides that aren't even canonical to get to the stupid civil war arc that nobody cares about anymore, and um no those ports don't work, not without-"
The Death assistant fished in his pocket and managed to pull some sort of oddly deformed power adapter, tossing it to Rep. "You can borrow it. Apparently someone's been going around like, saying I'm fixing stuff for free - for free - if you're good at something you should never do it for free you know what I mean." Mark didn't wait for Rep to know what he meant by his obvious movie quote reference. "So you wanna help me like fix the lighthouse portals for free?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2015 1:35 pm
Rep was frankly pleased to get any of his questions answered, used to people just blinking in the barrage of comments and question which just bubbled forth unheeded when his mind was ticking away happily hopping from one topic to another. It was a side of him which few people frankly got to see, mostly finding himself shut down by some slight to his pride or other.
"Ta." Rep smirked but made no extended comment of his gratefulness (something that always went down well) as he plugged in the adapter and tested it out. He couldn't compete with Mark when it came to knowledge on the topic of superheroes he knew but there was a certain satisfaction in having his opinions vindicated by a Proper fan. "The whole thing was just so goddamn boring." he said sagely. "Maybe by the end of whatever they do with the coming movies Spiderman will be ******** glad he's no involved, though he might just be busy off getting reboot after reboot till he's ******** full edgehog." Rep had not been a fan of the spiderman movies either.
"I never actually do anything for free." he said, "I just do what I want whenever I want. Just so happens you just might be in luck that I'm also ******** bored as hell tidying up like a b***h today and what I want to do might just involve ******** around with some portals."
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2015 1:48 pm
"Why is this room your office? I mean there's about thirteen rooms that have better 'net connection, and you pick the one with the least power outlets and the most documentation." Mark made air quotes out of the word 'documentation' with his free hand. He finished off his beer can relatively quick and helped himself to a second. "So, I was thinking, and like hear me out, the only reason I'd even ask you to like do anything even close to helping is beca- oh wait you said yes."
He quickly stood up, Doritos bag, beer pack, and all. "So we're going to need a few things to get the portals working again, since the groundwork is all there, the top is just a little you know, explodey. The first is some remaining bits and pieces from the life labs, since I'm banned there for life, naturally, I'll go pick it up. The second is some samples of those creepy Excalibur crystals growing around everywhere, and the third is," a sigh, "Allan. He's probably the only one who would help clear out the stuff you know. So like, I'll get power circuit stuff and you get the crystals and Allan, and then using my genius and your uh, you, we will make magic happen."
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2015 2:07 pm
"Because no one else wanted this one." he said, in an odd way, as if somehow by virtue of being unwanted, it was more suited to him than any of the other more logical and efficient choices. "And if its shitty and somehow I make it better then its mine, I made it." And for whatever reason, building something from the ground up was more than finding it already built.
Rep tucked the laptop neatly under a pile of extremely dull looking documents, tucking it in like it was his precious baby - which it was - and getting to his feet, brushing what had to be decades of dust off his trousers (he was going to have to get Melvin to take a look at this place and cleaning it up, he thought)
He didn't argue for a second about getting s**t from Life division, to most people it might have looked like the easy job, but to Rep who had experienced very first hand and intimately how H took to people touching His Stuff, it was like a near miss with a one way ticket to hell. "Right, so Excalibur crystals." he looked slightly concerned. "..didn't those almost kill me one time? Should I wear gloves?" Because gloves sounded like effort and an unnecessary safety precaution.
He shrugged. "And right, Allan." Though that was easier said than done, the redhead potentially being anywhere on the island at any given time. "Maybe I can make some kind of ******** pocky and manga and stuff summoning circle on the training fields."
Not that he owned any manga or anything.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2015 2:20 pm
"Nah, just use your coat sleeves or scarf or something, it'll be fine." This didn't sound very reassuring as Mark's estimation of fine involved anywhere from nothing to happening to decimating an entire island of tourists on some Jurassic Park-level scale of rampage. He handed Rep a curled up issue of the New Avengers from yet another pocket. "There's Pocky in the Sun vending machine and you can borrow this, just tell him it was translated from English to Japanese to English, it gets him every time." A sigh, and then a very slow salute as - when he thought Rep wasn't looking - Mark subtly pocketed all the beer - "Peace out! We'll rendezvous in fifteen minutes."
He did three semi-successful somersaults and then looked left and right Mission Impossible style, and picked up everything he had dropped by doing said somersaults before running off, jingling the entire time.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2015 2:44 pm
Rep shrugged, sleeves or scarf seemed as good as anything else and it was very easy for him even in the face of the little voice of self preservation and objection (which would probably have sounded like Harrison if it had a voice) to just decide that worrying about dangerous crystals was something he'd deal with when they became a real problem, for the moment he just needed to keep his eyes on the prize. This meant not keeping an eye on his beer which he'd likely notice missing later and blame some other unfortunate bystander for pilfering it.
He watched Mark go with a slightly impressed not bad look at the somersault before bundling up his own things and the comic and heading out to grab some of the things he needed, making his way to the sun vending machine where he hoped they still had some pocky left over, the last time he'd visited the machine (for the ramune stuff he'd gotten a taste for while in the division) it had been full of small blind boxes of weird toys.
Any unfortunate sun hunter who crossed his path got asked of they'd seen senpai anywhere also, because you just never knew.
He figured he'd find some crystals when he swung by the training fields afterwards.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2015 2:55 pm
It seemed fortune was on Rep's side as Allan would be at the vending machine, stocking it up with whatever he had found at the last anime convention. One of the major reasons why the vending machine was so popular in the first place was because half the time the Sun lead forgot to actually lock the machine, making it very easy to open the door up and simply select what one wanted. The downside was from time to time Simon just left it that way for easy target practice, so it really was a mixed bag that often involved a small pooled sum of coins and dollar bills just rolled up underneath the machine as some sort of abstract offering-slash-game-of-chicken.
The Sun lead was just in the middle of placing random stuffed alpacas into the machine slots. Since they were so large, he was having a difficult time closing the door without breaking the machine and was currently engaged in the puzzle of how a single stuffed plush alpaca would fit in the machine. Piled around his feet were about fifty more stuff alpacas, each one a generous two to three feet tall with blank beady eyes.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2015 3:15 pm
Rep exhaled with definite relief that Allan was even on the island and sidled up alongside him, peering at what he was up to with his usual nosiness. Rep himself had managed to gather a few things from the vending machine himself, his rampant kleptomania making it hard to resist. He raised a brow at the alpaca scattered around.
"Why llamas?" he asked, in his confusion at the surreal scene quite forgetting he was supposed to ask Allan to help out with the portals.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2015 3:42 pm
"Rep-kun!" Allan beamed, and let go of the door, the plush alpaca immediately springing out of the mechanism to join its fallen kindred. Perhaps there was a moment when Rep would regret asking that question. "I was just at Pocket Con and they had a cosplay contest and I entered and won ten dollars so I bought ten alpacas!"
While this statement absolutely did nothing to answer the question, it also did absolutely nothing to explain anything. Then just to make things even more baffling, Allan leaned over and whispered loudly, "I'm on a bathroom break right now."
Meanwhile, a three-hundred foot dragon made entirely out of vines was chasing a Death lead who could only wonder, between moments of getting nearly impaled by thorns taller than he was, how long it took for someone to use the bathroom.
"Actually, I think I was supposed to do something." The Sun lead crossed his arms and thought deeply. "Hmmm, must have not been important. I know! How about you help me put these in the vending machine! I want to impress the new trainees with my cosplay skills!"
Again none of this train of thought actually made sense.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2015 4:10 pm
Rep watched the alpaca fall to the floor and stared at the plush creature as his brain rapidly pedalled to try and decipher what Allan was talking about. He didn't even ask what the other man meant by a bathroom break, it was probably best if he didn't given the balance of things. "Can I have one?" he asked, patting one of their fluffy heads idly. It wasn't that he had a huge affinity for stuffed toys, it wasn't even that he had a huge affinity for alpaca (he still thought they were llama) but he did have a huge affinity for free things.
"And oh!" he said as far as being supposed to do something. "If I help you can you help Mark and I, we are going to like, find crystals and er.. do something with the portals. Hopefully nothing too explosive or dangerous."
"....Hopefully."
Regardless he picked up an orange one which was disconcertingly close to the colour of his hair and helpfully held it up as he eyed the machine. "...will they fit...and cosplay?" he looked the other man over carefully, it was a rare word he thought he knew the meaning of.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2015 4:46 pm
Since Rep was still Allan's favourite (as was everyone else considered nakama status), he was given three stuffed alpacas, each one representing some flavour of cake as a token of good will and friendship. One of them was to go to Harrison, explained Allan, and the other one to Caelius. "Your other koibito," the Sun lead winked, very obviously, and then straightened up, getting ready into battle stance pose. "Okay, you push the rest of them into the machine and I'll close the door. On the count of three!"
He began to count very slowly and was still in the middle of a very long drawn out threeeeeee before he began to pointedly look at Rep.
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