| Of Men and Monsters; Silently, the members of Monoc begin to regroup. | |
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| Gleam | Jul 29 2012, 10:36 PM Post #11 |
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Jagd shrugs. "Tough girl. Will recover given time." He fixes himself a plate and sets to devouring it. The bedroom door opens and Ashley wanders out, closing it behind her. A large nightshirt hangs heavy on her, with cutoff jean shorts peeking out beneath them. She gives a muzzy smile. "Morning, everyone." Siobhana raises a humorous eyebrow in response and points at the table. As Ashley seats herself and the CEO brings a pitcher of orange juice, Jagd continues: "Michael Bardock currently on leave, had wife and child in Wadatsumi. Evacuating them to safer location. Alive, safe. Had contact with him last night. Will not be joining us, sadly." He gives Rust a quizzical look. " . . . point of messing? See none. Do job, get pay. Go home. Simple steps." Siobhana huffs a little amused breath. "He's a family man, Mr. Hetfield, and he has priorities. I will hardly judge him for this." |
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| Blue Warlord | Jul 29 2012, 10:47 PM Post #12 |
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At the word 'family', Rusty winced. That was touchy right now, considering his Dad had been conscripted again and the fate of his mom was uncertain. Hopefully, her previous NOL cred would help her out, but he honestly had no way of knowing what was happening out there. "Good...no, seriously, good for him. Seems like the smartest decision, to be honest." he muttered, scratching the back of his head again. The mood was interrupted by Ashley's arrival and Rusty grinned once more. Ah jean shorts. Is there nothing you WON'T make hot on a female? his inner monologue helpfully provided. "Nice to see you again, Ashley." the mechanic waved from the table, deactivating the attachment ars on Metallica and leaning it against the table so he could eat. "You recovered from my random burst of excitement back at the museum, then?" |
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| Gleam | Jul 30 2012, 03:27 AM Post #13 |
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"Hm?" Ashley hums, and glances up to spot Rust. She blinks sleepily once, then smiles. "Oh. Hey there, Rust. Yeah. I'm alright. Getting some sleep really helped, I don't think I've ever been awake that long." She adds two sugars and a bit of milk to her coffee, stirs, and then takes a long, grateful drink, draining half the mug in one shot. When she lowers it, a little brightness is already filtering into her eyes. "Much better." she declares. "Not complaining, Rust, but what brought you here at awful-in-the-morning?" Jagd finishes tearing through his meal in record time, having always been a fast eater, and takes his plate to the sink to wash. Siobhana raises an eyebrow, as her fork pauses halfway to her mouth. "A museum, you say." she queries, a note of curiousity in her voice. |
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| Blue Warlord | Jul 30 2012, 07:36 AM Post #14 |
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The mechanic just grinned back at the now perky computer specialist. "Sleep is often a good thing. Unfortunately, I don't often practice what I preach that often. More's the pity. Might get more people to listen to me if I actually had a decent night's kip every time rather than work until collapse then work again." Taking a few more strips of bacon and some bread, making a butty, Rusty just chowed down some more. God damn, was Siobhana good. "Reason I'm here?" he echoed Ashley after swallowing. "Simple really, came to meet you guys properly and maybe filch a training session or two from Jagd to practice with this beauty right here." He patted Metallica, the axeblade still gleaming a little. It was obvious there was quite a bit of pride in Rusty's voice. Too bad he was massively underestimating what kind of regime Jagd would be putting him through. It might even put Tsubaki's to shame. Which, by the by, with everything that had happened recently, the rocker HAD NOT been working on. As such, he was starting to get lethargic and complacent. It showed. "As to why I'm up early....eh, you get used to it after 5 years or so." he explained, shrugging again. Siobhana's query was answered with a nod. "Yeah, Valkenhayn has a really big room filled with Pre-Dark War Items like cars and treaties and propaganda posters. It's really detailed. Me, Ashley, Albus and Nu found it yesterday...or was it a few days ago? I dunno, time seems to blend in this place." Washing down more of the breakfast with his thermos, he gave a particularly evil grin as he looked back at the single twin. Despite being up and about, Rusty was STILL tired. And when you're tired, you don't often think straight and sometimes do things you wouldn't normally do. "Actually, now I'm unsure whether you're Ashley or your sister. What was it you said? Hold your hand or check out your lower half to make sure?" Like that. .....you just said that...despite Siobhana being across the table....and JAGD OF ALL PEOPLE, STANDING AT THE SINK! It hit Rusty like a punch to the gut. He might be in trouble here. ...and her twin might be in the other room. Bugger. |
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| LornMind | Jul 30 2012, 09:06 AM Post #15 |
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Bigger Than A Breadbox
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Epsilon chooses, as always, exceptionally awkward moments to enter. "G'morning guys! Fuck all of you!" he says cheerily, stifling a massive yawn poorly. "Son of a fuck am I tired." He trudges up to the coffee pot and pours himself a mug. Down the hatch. Another. Down. Another. At last, he takes his third and sits down at the table and yawns widely again. "So, nice to see...well, not everyone, but you guys up and about. How're you guys feeling? I miss something?" He sniffs and grins. "Bacon?" |
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| Gleam | Jul 30 2012, 06:53 PM Post #16 |
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Siobhana's eyes turn inquisitive. "I see." she murmurs. "I may have to request his permission to see it. I have something of an interest in history, and I am certain he has witnessed enough of it personally." She pauses at Rust's remark, and turns. So does Jagd. Their stares are entirely too similar. As Ashley laughs in delight with a smile, Siobhana glances back at Jagd and makes a flicking gesture. He nods and puts his dish on the drying rack. "Rust." he says. "Going to training hall. Left from this door, down stairs, on the right. Need uniform." He starts to breeze into the back room, stops halfway before he runs into Epsilon. "Zachary!" Jagd declares, and ruffles the other man's hair. Then he wobbles around the scientist and makes good his escape. "Not much, Epsilon." Ashley greets with a wave, eyes twinkling. "Just discussing how to tell me and my sister apart. Rust hasn't quite mastered it yet, apparently." She turns back to Rust with an innocent smile. "He can't seem to decide how to do it." Siobhana dishes out a plate to the scientist with a bemused smile. "He spends too much time rubbernecking." she murmurs, provoking another laugh from Ashley. "Good morning, Mr. Lorenz. If you swear again at a table I have provided food for, I will have Ashley tase you." |
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| Blue Warlord | Jul 30 2012, 07:26 PM Post #17 |
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Like a dog with the threat of neutering, Rusty quickly exited the area with apologies spewing from his mouth, blushing crimson. Stupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupid Waving a quick hello to Epsilon, the mechanic dashed down the hallway, sticking Metallica onto his back once more, piece of bacon still in his mouth. After grabbing his goggles and gloves, he gulped as he returned to the room Jagd had "helpfully hinted" that he go to. The walk back was like a walk to the gallows. Rusty could barely swallow. How the hell was he going to get out of this one? ...just pretend it never happened. Right. Oh boy. Nervously, he entered the completely dark training room, hand reaching over his back and drawing Metallica. "Jagd....you in here, man?" |
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| LornMind | Jul 30 2012, 07:58 PM Post #18 |
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Epsilon takes a sip from his coffee and chews thoughtfully on his bacon after Siobhana's comment. "Fair enough Boss," he says with a smile, "You're the best cook I've had the good fortune to meet." He turns to Ashley and adds, "Please don't tase me. And, what did I miss with Rusty? He was in...quite a hurry to get out actually. He fu- er, I mean, mess up or something?" He looks at the two women in confusion. |
| When it comes to writing, I'm a zip gun in a prison; one-shot, one-trick, and I'm all you've got. | |
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| Gleam | Jul 30 2012, 08:17 PM Post #19 |
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Ashley beams. "He's trying to flirt with me, but he's terrified of everybody in Monoc." She explains, as horridly blunt as her elder sister. "And he thinks Jagd just went to get something to kill him with. Or something like that." A careless shrug, and she resumes eating, more careful with her table manners than Jagd. Leaning against the counter, Siobhana smiles, laugh lines forming around her eyes. "So long as you're back by ten, I suppose." Ashley makes a protesting whine, but her grin ruins the effect, even as she continues to eat. "I admit I did not expect your expertise to extend to medicine in such a degree, Mr. Lorenz." Siobhana notes, as she takes a seat opposite him, beside Ashley. "You've been quite handy of late." ~*~ Jagd is seated in the center of the room, his axe set beside him. He's foregone the usual heavy coat of steel tools, and wears camo pants with a thick shirt over them. "Rust." he replies with a nod. "Enter." The mercenary hops to his feet and glances Rust over, assessing him. "Had martial conditioning before, any point?" he asks curiously. "Recent?" |
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| Blue Warlord | Jul 30 2012, 08:44 PM Post #20 |
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"Was training with Tsub-Yayoi and the Grim Reaper for the past couple of months." Rust answered back cautiously, eyes flicking to Jagd's axe. "Gotta admit, I've been slacking off a bit, recently. Guess that explains why I got so gassed during the N.O.L break." he explained, moving slightly to the side, still holding Metallica loosely. His hand fit smoothly inside the handled grip, even with his gloves pulled on. Holding it low and out to the side slightly, the mechanic kept half expecting Jagd to spring out of nowhere with an attack. The man was like a coiled snake. "Then there's left over stuff from the Academy and my own personal twist on things. I'm gonna be the first to admit I'm in massively bad shape." The rocker breathed out slightly, before twisting his hand with a jerk, a loud CRACK noise issuing forth as Metallica was turned for a more battle ready pose. "But that's why I came to you, right? Before hitting on your hacker, that is." |
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