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 Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2017 5:32 pm
"Sup."
Gretchen would come face to face in the cafeteria with Mark. This was on the Death Assistant's fifth favourite hangout spot, which meant that most people who knew better just didn't come during social hours.
He gave her a wink and then a click of his tongue. "Are you from another planet because you've been looking for love in Alderaan places." It was to be noted he was wearing his Jedi robes complete with customized lightsaber.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2017 5:43 pm
There was a moment of stunned silence, not at what he had said, but at his sudden materialization in front of her. Where had he come from? Like a dang ninja. Then, slowly, the shock melted away into cheer, and just a touch of something charming. "You must be Luke after Bespin," she shoot back, voice carrying a very subtle purr along with the usual soft, southern twang. She probably shouldn't have bene encouraging, but Gretchen hadn't been there long enough yet to know better. Oh well.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2017 5:53 pm
The Death Assistant's expression went from elation, to absolute annoyance in about the span of three seconds. He slouched over, propping his chin sadly on the uncleaned table surface. "Very funny Dwight, haha, you can get out of that golem now. You got me."
lizbot (only because his name was mentioned okay..)
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2017 6:15 pm
The smile slipped, and trainee turned, glancing behind her and to either side. "Dwight's not here, handsome," she said slowly, puzzled, head tilted gently to one side.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2017 6:18 pm
"Yeah nice try, I'm onto your mind games" he gave Gretchen the stink eye, "where did you even get that fake leg anyway I'm telling on you if you ruined one of the golems."
He pulled out his cellphone and began to play some farmville-esque mobile game at the same time while talking.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2017 6:26 pm
The smile slipped a little more. "I got thrown through a windshield when I was twelve."She glanced down to his phone, then back up again. "Why do you think I'm Dwight?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2017 6:33 pm
The expression Mark gave Gretchen at the new piece of information could only be summarized by a very popular meme of Jackie Chan's face.
He sat up straight (still playing his mobile game of course), "Okay, fine not-Dwight, we're still not like, doing this. Ever. Brojobs are cool, but that's just bros helping out bros, but I draw the line at sexy Jedi makeouts okay. At least tag your stupid rps, I've been waiting literal months for them."
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2017 6:38 pm
"This conversation has really gotten away from me," she admitted, obviously puzzled, and maybe even a little concerned. Because surely this wasn't how Mark usually behaved. Had he hit his head? That poor man. "I don't don't have any clue what you're talkin' about." Okay, that wasn't completely true. "I'm not Dwight," she repeated, hands spreading over the table between them. Voice slowing to what she hoped was a more understandable speed. "And you came and sat by me, remember?" Dark brows arched imploringly.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2017 6:39 pm
No, brojobs were not fine. A sense of dark unease came over Dwight in the AV room. After a moment, he opened up the Deus Personal Forum app they never bothered to share with Hunters, because safe space. No, it was still Mark's tag. Closing the app, Dwight sighed in relief.
He hated to admit it but...he hated Mark's Tony Stark.
May Marvel never make another decent franchise film that doesn't involve talking raccoons.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2017 6:53 pm
Fortunately for Gretchen, Mark had the conversation skills of a five-year old. He just vacantly stared in the air for a second, and then suddenly put his phone down again. "Wait, wait wait, hear me out. Okay so like, we make an rp that is Star Wars, but we use the Jedi Academy. But it happens in the same timeline as the Marvel Universe but it is alternate universe which means everyone time travels to the future. And all events from the future can happen in the past. Maybe we can call it 'This is the Force'."
A pause. "Nah, that's not catchy, oh wait, how about 'In the Name of the Force'." Beejoux I'm sorry there's no stopping him
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2017 6:59 pm
The conversational shift was two abrupt and random, and Gretchen was left blinking at her division assistant blankly for a long moment before she'd open her mouth, close it with a frown, and then withdraw her hands slowly back to rest in her lap. For a moment she didn't say anything, just sort of stared at him thoughtfully, then she sat up a little straighter. "What about Return of the Avengers?" In her head her weapon gave a very exasperated, irritated groan. Gretchen ignored it, a shadow of her former smile returning.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2017 7:10 pm
"I'll consider it." Mark didn't write it down on his phone list. "Should 'Force Awakens' be considered canon? I mean I like the characterization and stuff but it was a bit forced. At least Rogue One tried, I'll give them that."
He didn't wait for Gretchen's reply, now pointedly not trying to look at her, mostly because it was distracting and he didn't want to associate Dwight with any form of not complete social failure. Trying not to look at her face however only lead him to stare right down at her coat. "Oh haha, funny, a Death trainee. What, you want to join my division now or something?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2017 7:21 pm
Propping an elbow on the table, Gretchen dropped her chin into her upturned palm. If she was going to journey down this rabbit hole of madness, she was going to be comfortable while doing it. Though she still wasn't completely convinced Mark hadn't recently suffered an extreme head injury and wasn't currently undergoing brain swelling. Yet again the conversation made an abrupt left turn, and yet again she offered a blink in response to it, before actually arriving at an answer of some sort. "I am in your Division." Maybe if she just stuck to the truth. Honestly, at this point she was curious to see just where the Death Assistant would lead her. It was like a verbal adventure. "And I haven't seen Rogue one yet."
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2017 7:31 pm
Gretchen's latest remark earned her another Jackie Chan (tm) face. "What, did Caelius die or something and I'm the last one to know." He paused. "Wait, if he's dead, does that mean I'm the division leader?"
Whatever he was jotting down on his phone was shifted over to another fancier looking app. A few seconds browsing it, Mark slouched again. "Thanks for nothing bro, I thought we had a truce over that whole Clarice-bot incident. What would you even do you in Death anyway, no offense or anything, but you kind of suck at the whole subtlety thing."
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2017 8:00 pm
She shrugged helplessly. "Sure? Is that how ascension works here? The king is dead, long live the king?" Was there a line of succession? Did she need to know this? No. No she didn't. For the most part Gretchen was doing a good job of playing along with this...whatever it was, but she gave him a confused look at the mention of Clarice-bot. "Clarice?"
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