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| -SL- Turbulent Times; Sugar and Apollo | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 18 2016, 12:56 AM (820 Views) | |
| Silverinks | Aug 18 2016, 12:56 AM Post #1 |
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Boredom Claimed to be the number one source of eventual insanity as shown in the results of extreme isolation. A person could just go around the bend too many times just by watching paint dry or the grass grow. For Sugar's mind the inevitable death sentence crawling ever closer as the boredom seeped into her bones and sapped her strength. The young woman laid in the center of a plush combination of blankets and pillows as her frown pulled at her face as her reflection stared back her with equal distaste. Even the thought of laying on her stomach took effort. Grumbling as she rolled herself over onto her stomach and yawned loudly. Every which way she turned her charming reflection stared back at her as the walls and ceiling's surface were covered in exquisite mirrors, and once upon a time the floors were too. A whine escaped her at the mere memory of the painful loss after her temper got the best of her and..Apollo gently suggested in tone that meant 'order' that the reflective make-shift floors be removed after stepping on a shard of glass. Her duo color hair fanned out down to her waist as she stretched and popped a few stiff joints. Aside from the excessive amount of mirrors within the small room there was another..eccentric..collection in safely tucked away behind bulletproof cases of her most prized possessions. Lovingly placed on individual dummies were alarmingly realistic faces complete with every facial detail down to the last beauty mark. A soft coo escaped pink tinted lips as Sugar's hand twitched with anticipation as her fingers inched closer and closer to her desired mask. Her chosen mask would be her own flawless face, but something just felt off about her current hairstyle as the pink was just too bright for her current mood..something..more elegant would be suited. Within seconds, her waist length hair vanished and replaced with a stylishly cut bob with sideways bangs allowing her pink eye to peep through. Pausing to admire her reflection in the mirror as she ran a gentle brush through her new locks until the same feeling of boredom crept up on her. "There has to be something to DO..ANYTHING.."Sugar whined as she threw down the brush back on the dresser in a huff. Only a tiny smile crept up onto her face as an idea finally came to mind. Bouncing on the balls of her feet as she stepped into her boots and ripped open her make-shift door composed of a heavy curtain. Only the click of her boots made any sound as she hummed tunelessly under her breath as several scenarios came to her mind to cure her of the boredom. Unfortunately beggars couldn't be choosers as she found herself in 'living' room area of her current residence. It was occupied as she flopped dramatically onto a ripped and torn couch flung a hand over her face whining loudly "So bored...bored..bored..". A small sound of surprise paused her mantra as her blonde bob suddenly shifted back into her pink and brown braid as she sat up and threw her hands in the air exasperated "See! Even my Quirk doesn't want to behave today..". A pouted lip trembled ever so slightly at her audience hoping her complaints hadn't fallen on deaf ears. Then again who knew what her dandy boss's mind had been thinking of during her tirade. Her first guess would be money..green was always on the red-head's mind. So unlike his whining companion whose mind was on another asset so valued by society..Faces. Edited by Silverinks, Aug 18 2016, 12:58 AM.
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| DrPancakeMD | Aug 18 2016, 01:35 AM Post #2 |
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That day was a sickeningly average day for Apollo, he had to admit. No deals to be made, no small-fry to intimidate, not to mention he was on his last cigar, having stolen a box from another mob boss quite recently. He had never smoked before choosing to become Apollo, and had been the victim of a few jokes the last time a business partner offered one and he nearly coughed his lungs out. He had stolen the box to get himself used to the whole smoking thing in case he ended up in a similar situation. He knew it would cut his lifespan, but he didn't care how long he lived, as long as he had enough fun to make up for how dull the rest of his life had been. Besides, the cigar looked right in place given the style he had adopted. The boss of the small, nameless criminal organization had been sitting back and watching the UA sports festival on the television they had stolen. He didn't intend on picking fights with any sort of Heroes, but it would still be nice to know what he might end up against at some point. Then he was interrupted by his second whining about boredom or something, he did not care enough to listen closely. She was a fantastic asset, but sometimes he wondered why he made her the second in command of his organization. Then he remembered that she was the primary constructor of most of his products. It was a wonder really, all that technical knowledge wrapped up inside her vain little head. He pulled the cigar out from between his lips, tapping it with his finger to shake the ash off the end as he let out a sigh, punctuated with a cloud of smoke. He calmly turned his attention to his second flopping around on the couch, looking to be quite annoyed by her antics. "Listen, dear. I get it, you're bored. I'm bored. There ain't much to do that can fix that. You have to keep in mind that we are not some brutes that go around beating people up for funsies. We are a respectable criminal organization that specializes in weapon trading. I'd tell you to go build something new for us to sell, but those dummies you insist on putting your masks on kinda cut into our budget. We're going to have to just wait until something we're selling, sells. Then we'll have enough cash for you to get down to making more gadgets to sell, and so on. That's business." |
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| Silverinks | Aug 18 2016, 02:15 AM Post #3 |
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A small cough escaped her as the plume of smoke hovered in the air. If there was one thing that helped ease the boredom it was the pissing off her boss just until he lost in temper. A dazed look settled over face as she imagined the angry expression on that perfect face of his, this daydream was enough for her to block out half her boss' scolding. Not that it mattered much, the long-winded explanation of their business practices were stacked out in front of her. The constraints of her employment chafed her style occasionally such as the lack of beating up on people for 'funsies' as her boss eloquently put it. Despite her violent streak, her purpose for violence wasn't just for fun..most of the time. Although there was nothing more than fracturing an opponent's face until their cheekbones split the skin in such a beautiful way. Her dazed expression shattered like glass at the mention of her precious dummies..cutting into the..budget. A smirk lined her lips as barely concealed anger glinted in her eyes as her boss finished his speech. Her boots scuffed along the floor as she planted both her arms on either side of her boss while the smirk grew and a faint glow appeared in her eyes. Her face was inches away from his as she hissed out her next words in a low purr. It would have been almost flirtatious, to an outsider at least, but there was another context only skin deep. "Really that's what you think of my masks..merely cutting into the budget. Drive the knife a bit deeper won't you.." The smirk turned into a wide smile as she continued her invasion of the elder's personal space "Besides, you need ME..So I can your mask...". Her fingertips gently touched the man's annoyed face as her grinning face was replaced with an exact replica of his own. In a mockingly deeper voice as she backed off, not without snatching his bowler off his head and giving a bow "Although I think I am the more handsome one..". Edited by Silverinks, Aug 18 2016, 02:16 AM.
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| DrPancakeMD | Aug 18 2016, 02:36 AM Post #4 |
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Sometimes he just feels downright underappreciated in this relationship of their's. If it were not for him, she would have kept killing without a second thought until, even with that exquisite Quirk, she would have been caught. She was lucky he got to her before a Hero. He kept her on a relatively tight leash, and that was likely the only thing that kept her from continuing down the path of just another, boring serial killer. Would just would have been an absolute waste of her Quirk. As she leaned in and threatened him, he stared her down, undaunted by her whole psychotic 'I'll kill you' act. When one had had bluffed as much as he had, it was not a difficult task to tell when another was bluffing. He let her go through her whole show, replicating his visage, taking his hat from his head, then bowing to him, all the while with quite the mocking tone. "Don't think for a moment that I'll fall for your bluff, Sugar. You know I appreciate your masks and all, and you know that I wouldn't ever belittle that beautiful Quirk of yours. I was simply saying the dummies were expensive, but I still agreed to buy them for you though, didn't I? You really oughtta be more appreciative of what I do for you. Do you think that without me, you'd have all those dummies for your masks, all those mirrors around your bed... pile-thing, or even a place to sleep?" He did have a point, the main reason why she was even able to sell any of her gadgets was through him, and the construction of their living quarters inside the abandoned warehouse came out of his pocket. |
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| Silverinks | Aug 18 2016, 03:50 AM Post #5 |
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Sugar merely frowned as her boss ticked off several valid reasons, the man was never much fun when he turned his smarts on her. While her, well his cheeks flushed bright crimson at his indirect compliment as she merely swayed pleased. It was quite amusing to see a man's expression to be so..sappy. Her pleased expression instantly swept away any anger she felt towards her intelligently gifted boss. While her pleased expression turned into a normal smile as a laugh escaped her as he tried to make another barbed reason. Running a hand over her face as the masculine face was replaced with feminine one as she swept a stray piece of hair from pristine forehead. Elegantly sitting back down the rumpled couch as she merely flipped the captive bowler hat back onto her boss' head with surprising accuracy as she cocked her head in his direction as a Cheshire smile curled on her lips as she shot back with a defiant "Yes." In this day and age it was shockingly easy for her impersonate the quiet neighbor that was bound to be in an apartment complex. Neighbors didn't really talk to each other it seemed, all it required on her part were the right lifts to adjust her height and if needed breast binding. Impersonating males was always grating compared to females..but she did have to admit the perks of having deep jean pockets instead of being forced to carry around a purse. Shrugging her shoulders as she flopped back down on her stomach as she kicked her legs idly as she ticked off a list gesturing with her fingers "First, those dummies are small changed compared to the cash I know you can make between my gadgets and..blackmail. Second, that little pile-thing is a futon..the frame was shit and it broke..so I had to make do. Third, I am sure my face is pretty enough to be picked up for a one night stand or..for impersonating a person for a few days..depending on the intelligence of the police". A fond expression danced her eyes as she sighed dramatically before raising a hand "However, I can only imagine the crushing boredom I would feel if I had to be constantly having to be on alert from the cops, switching homes and such..besides, I promised I would remain by your side didn't I. Unless that one condition breaks..". Behind the fondness came the silent voice adding the unbearable loneliness and isolation she felt during her time 'alone', she was only human. It was hard to play another's life without getting feelings tangled up in the matter. Undeniable devotion had bloomed within her towards the man after so many days shared between the two..all on that single promise. The sappy thought was enough to make her teeth hurt, as the memories of their first days working with one another as her joy of his approval. Hence the name of Sugar, she could be undeniably sweet..but was capable of rotting the unaware. His face would become part of her collection in the event of his death...depending on her mood towards him she would wish for it never arrive or was inching closer to ending it herself. |
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| DrPancakeMD | Aug 18 2016, 04:36 AM Post #6 |
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Apollo could not help but chuckle softly at his second's words. She really seemed to overestimate herself. Even a generally smart individual would not be able to survive on the run, killing people as haphazardly as she was before he found her, Quirk or no. Would have been quite the shame to see someone with a Quirk so useful to him die as nothing more than a serial killer. That's exactly why he took her in. She was useful to him. Though, he would be lying if he said that he did not care for her as a person at all. He would also be lying if he said that her admittance of loneliness without him made him feel something in particular. It was nice to at least mean something to someone, probably because of how little he meant to anyone when he still went by the name Alexander. It's funny what a simple name change and mental breakdown can really do for one's self-esteem. "Oh, don't you worry. Our little deal isn't ending anytime soon. I don't intend on dying until I get a taste of the good life, and I most certainly still need your help to get there. I know how tempting it is, always right in front of you, but you must contain yourself. Alright?" Apollo let loose another, calm snicker as he gave the top of her head a pat, as though she were a child. |
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| Silverinks | Aug 18 2016, 04:57 AM Post #7 |
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A soft coo escaped Sugar at the head-pat, if were anyone else said hand possibly would had been cut off, but not before being skinned alive for touching her hair. Then again her experience in any arguments with her normally calm boss ended with something being set on fire. Followed by his bitching due to using his Quirk irrationally in which Sugar would have to 'Swap' for a few hours to relieve his worries. This occasionally followed up with something..else..if the argument had been that difficult. Was that the reason behind her glass floors shattering..she couldn't remember. A snort escaped her at his comment before drawling out "Pot meet kettle, I may have my own issues..but you cannot deny your greed has gotten us into some tight spots in the past. Not to mention the morons you hire as goons half the time..". Ruffling her hair as she crossed her legs one over the other as voice teased "Then again, who am I..a lowly mortal to judge the mind of a God. You do realize the day we met, I assumed you had a God-complex, with the alias and all..and the quirk name didn't paint a cleaner picture.". Sticking out her tongue playfully as she made a prayer motion with her hands "But, God smiled upon me and only determined you to be an exceedingly arrogant and greedy. If not handsome, sometime the biggest asshole in the world on a bad day..". A cheeky smile lined her face as her voice turned into a soft purr "Thank goodness you aren't just a pretty face or else..well that little 'meeting' we had could have gone much more different. Then again knowing you...possibly brought off somebody to have your back with a gun readied for my head..correct..". It had been a warm summer's eve as a message had been passed along to her about possible employment. Stability had been shaky as her latest 'collection' had caused quite a stir and..the police were competent for once. While she had the combat capability to escape in a fight..she lacked the intuition for planning ahead of time..so cash was quite shorter, often shorter than the hours of sleep she managed to catch in flea-infested motels. Besides, the message mentioned the tantalizing hint of a free meal.. Edited by Silverinks, Aug 18 2016, 04:58 AM.
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| DrPancakeMD | Aug 18 2016, 05:16 AM Post #8 |
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Apollo let out a much more hearty chuckle than his last few as she mentioned his greed getting them into tough situations. "Please, Sugar. You know I always have things under control. And on the topic of those goons, well... I'd call them my pawns and you my queen, but I always hate it when people make chess analogies to things that are not remotely like chess. So I suppose I should simply say that I hire them for a reason, and that reason is to get in the way of whatever we're trying to get away from. Meanwhile, you're much more valuable, and require much more technique and planning ahead to make full use of. That's why you're so special to me. That, and you're just the cutest little thing." He pulled his hand away from her head and sat back on the couch, placing his hands behind his own, looking away from Sugar and staring up at nothing with that perpetually arrogant grin of his. He didn't even have to say anything to make people feel like he was teasing them in the most infuriating way. "By the way, I didn't have anyone with me when I went to hire you. You must forget just how tight I was on money back then I didn't have the money for a gun, let alone a guy to handle one. Really, you might just be the reason I'm not starving on the streets right now." He did not really mean for that compliment to slip out, but he felt no reason for her to not know that. |
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| Silverinks | Aug 18 2016, 05:32 AM Post #9 |
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Silent laughter bubbled up inside Sugar as there had been several times were the situation certainly wasn't in either of their control. Still a mere giggle of laughter at the man's control would be poorly received. While a pleased smile lit up her face as he admitted her valuable services as well as stating the obvious need for fodder. While she delicately fluttered her eyelashes mockingly at his 'cute' comment, the man could easily charm anyone. It's what made him so dangerous for anyone uninitiated to the game of life. That's what had leveled the playing field for the two on that fateful meeting. While Sugar had the streak of violence and willingness to get her hands dirty, Apollo had the rationality and patience for tactics and planning. It would have been quite the team-up if the paths of heros were planned for them. Oh, the riches and fame would have been pleasant, but at the time the two were just gutter rats..with potential. A year and half later, that potential had blossomed into something dangerous.. Like anything charming it had it's limits as the familiarly obnoxious look of arrogance spread over his face. That was the face, Sugar equally wanted to rip into tiny pieces or lavish with attention depending on how the man felt like turning the tables. Propping her hand up on the overstuffed armrest of the couch as she rested her head on her hand before letting out an amused hum at the her boss's point of view from their meeting before coyly suggesting "So, since I was your saving grace from that problem..was it really worth bitching at me about the dummies..I mean..you want to keep your queen happy and pleased right...huhhhh". Her tone turned grating just to test the man's seemingly relaxed mood. If it was positive, it would be the perfect opportunity to introduce her latest idea for a gadget..and the costs of the materials. While if it wasn't a generous mood..there was always bribery and favors.. Edited by Silverinks, Aug 18 2016, 05:33 AM.
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| DrPancakeMD | Aug 18 2016, 05:48 AM Post #10 |
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Though he grew annoyed with her grating tone, his face did not let that on one little bit. He kept his grin as he closed his eyes and chuckled to himself over her attempt to dethrone the king of word games. "You prove yourself too sensitive to my words once again, my queen! I never bitched at you over the price of the dummies, I merely remarked upon the fact that due to my rather generous purchase of them we cannot afford to construct another gadget at this moment! Not once did I claim that the purchasing of those dummies was at all a waste." He quite suddenly sprang back up, leaning over to hold his face close to Sugar similar to how she had done so earlier, though keeping a few more inches of distance between their faces. All the while, he kept that arrogant grin, now trained on her. "That said, keeping you happy is definitely quite high on my priorities list, higher than you would think. After all, mirrored walls are not cheap, my dear. Despite how much I care about monetary gain, you can rest assured that your happiness is right up there on my priorities." This was both a truth and a lie. It was true that he legitimately enjoyed seeing her happy, but also he largely viewed the money spent on her as an investment. He kept her happy, and she would keep making money back for him. |
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| Silverinks | Aug 18 2016, 06:26 AM Post #11 |
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A feint expression of hurt glossed over Sugar's face as she pouted "Words can hurt so horribly. As you should know by now I am such an innocent soul, too delicate and pure to be stabbed so brutally with those words. For I am merely a naive little sheep trusting to be led by her dandy Shepard". In layman's terms, her meaning was clear. A mixture of irritation at his scolding from earlier and the smallest hint of an apology for her..appropriate reaction. Everyone had their prized possessions and sometimes said possessions needed extra love and care.. A small squeak of surprise escaped her as she found her personal space suddenly invaded by her boss. His apparently relaxed mood wasn't exactly appreciative of her sass today at least at the moment, then again perhaps the whining did push her luck a bit too far. Alarm bells went off in her head as a flicker of panic curled in her stomach all it took was a single misstep on her part and smiting could occur. So she hastily slapped on a shaky smile of her own as his words merely wished to provide her happiness. For an outside, it would had been a heartwarming statement, yet Sugar merely leaned back as she picked up on his motives..Happiness meant a creative mind..which meant weapons..and eventually profit. Even she knew that formula at this point. Their partnership may have built up to something akin to..companionship..but when the line came down, it was mutual manipulation and selfish needs that ruled the day. Clearing her throat as she twitched trying to find a way around the larger form of her boss. Whose arrogant smile made it clear, he wasn't backing down this round, the asshole that he was. Too many buttons had been pushed in this battle of wills that she knew. Still there was escape route, hoisting herself upwards as she did a back bend over the couch as her boots made a clunking noise on the concrete floor. Brushing herself off as Sugar merely chirped out "Be right back..". Retreating back to the way she came as her mind whirled at the possibilities if her idea was given the OK. A few choice swears and the sounds of objects being dropped were heard from the behind the curtain as a flustered Sugar reappeared holding two different objects in each hand. The first being a battered umbrella, which she carefully opened wincing at the pained noise of rusted metal protesting itself. While in the other she dramatically unfurled it with a flourished hand as she cheered "Tadah, my latest weapon design..which I will be creating uniquely for my own usage. The frame of the umbrella will..or should hopefully be composed of carbon steel, making it light, but durable. While the cloth sections will composed of tightly stiched nanothreading to just give it bit more a 'umf' faction when it takes a hit or two from some wannabe hero.." While she bounced on the balls of her feet as her voice dropped dramatically in a stage whisper "Plus, I am planning on implementing it with an automatic button. Perfect weapon right? Now..if only we had the..budget for it...". Her voice turned into one of undeniable longing and just an edge of begging. She had never actually begged for anything in her life..and she didn't really plan on starting now. All this weapon would take was time and money, materials..the last two would be risky..and it all depended on if her presentation played the right cards out for her financially controlling boss.. Edited by Silverinks, Aug 18 2016, 06:33 AM.
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| DrPancakeMD | Aug 18 2016, 06:55 AM Post #12 |
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Apollo found great amusement in her squeaking when he suddenly invaded her personal space, such amusement furthered by that sorry attempt of a smile she tried to put together. He reveled in his ability to control her like this. He was not quite sure of whether or not she had caught onto how he viewed her as an investment, but he figured that it did not matter all too much, she was in his control one way or another. He sat back on the couch as she ran off all of a sudden. He turned his attention back to the television, turning the volume up at one point to help drown out all the noise she was making getting whatever it was she wanted to show him. The businessman sat back up and turned the television down once again as she approached him with an umbrella and a roll of paper. He knew almost exactly where this was going, and adopted a much more suspicious expression as he listened to her make her case as to why he should spend his money on her to make her own weapon and not one to be sold. He could not help but smirk at her near-begging at the end. He almost wanted to push it and hear her really break down over this, but he knew she was too strong of will to do that. "I certainly hope you know just how much you're asking of me right now, Sugar. We spend money to make weapons to make money, and so on. That's business, and I am sure you know that by now. What you're asking of me is to spend money to make a weapon that won't be making money for us, which goes entirely against our business model." He held a finger in front of himself to keep her from speaking. He did not want to lose his train of thought while mulling over how to answer. He should probably say no. "That said, I suppose equipping our most capable member with a weapon would increase our effectiveness significantly." In reality, it was that tiny little bit inside of him that had convinced him to let her treat herself. Dammit, he really did have a soft spot for her. "Go ahead and begin construction of your weapon, I'll find the money for it somehow. However, promise me that you'll begin designing a weapon for my use. I'm thinking a cane or something." |
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| Silverinks | Aug 18 2016, 10:58 PM Post #13 |
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Her pitch had gone over smoothly enough as she felt a prickle of irritation of that condescending smirk of his. While the tiny little flower of hope slowly began wilting as his generosity was still an extremely distant finish line. In her mind's eye she could see her pretty little flower's petals be plucked by a gloved hand before ripping it out mercilessly it out by the roots. Then to break the plant's spirit..it burst into ebony flames. Brushing away an imaginary tear in mourning for her little hope flower as her attention focused once again as her boss merely held out a finger for silence. The smallest of hope seeds began sprouting roots within her as his admittance of the positives of arming her for combat. The last few brushes with combat hadn't gone well as a grimace crossed her face as phantom pain gripped at her rib area. Cracked ribs hadn't been fun experience, then again there wasn't anything for her to do than charge a bull-man in hopes of escaping his grasp. It ended with her getting slammed in ribs with hooves and her back colliding with an unforgiving alley wall. Her memory had been fuzzy after that..a concussion it seemed left blank spots that night. While the seeds finally sprouted as a tiny flower emerged from the rich soil of her mind. Letting of small squeal of glee as her request had been granted by her normally stringy boss. Bouncing in place as her mind whirled at the series of engineering constructs that would need to developed to perfect the weapon that seemed to call to her like a siren's song. Her fantasy broke as her request was placed with another condition..to design a weapon for his own hand. Containing her energy for a moment as she cocked her head echoing back "A cane..?". The energetic bounce continued as she hastily circled her boss at angles. Before letting out a soft 'huh' and sheepishly admitting "Caught me off guard there boss..You want..a cane..I didn't think you be much into swordplay..Given your..tactics..are..." Her words came to a sudden halt as she clamped down on her tongue to prevent the next word of ..cowardly from coming out. A sheepish smile decorated her face in hopes her train of thought hadn't been picked up on "Your tactics..seem like more suited to something like a hit and run...". |
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| DrPancakeMD | Aug 18 2016, 11:17 PM Post #14 |
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It was probably a good thing Sugar forgot most of that night. Not because the sight of another living being bursting into excruciatingly slow-burning flames would have been too much for her to bear, she had already seen that a few times since working with Apollo. The reason it was a good thing was because she would likely get the idea in her head that her boss actually cared about her. Whether the rage that fueled the flames that ended the bull's existence was from Apollo actually caring for Sugar's well being, or if it was just him upset that someone else had damaged his 'property' well, that remained to be seen. Having kept his finger up throughout his explanation, lowering only when she answered him. He lifted his hand once more to wag his finger at her a bit, elaborating on what he wanted. "Now, did I ever said I wanted a cane sword? What I had in mind was likely something more like a gun, preferably rifle-caliber. It would also be nice if you could make the handle of the cane into a grappling hook or something of that sort." He gave a calm shrug as he finally lowered his finger and sat back into the worn, but comfortable couch. "Not entirely sure if any of that's possible, but you're the gadgeteer, aren't you? Figure something out. I promise I'll appreciate whatever you give me. As long as it's not something as dull as a sword." |
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| Silverinks | Aug 18 2016, 11:36 PM Post #15 |
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It took all Sugar restraint to remained focus on her boss as her only outlet for her current creative juices was to bounce on the heels of her feet like a small child. A look of wonder took over her expression as her boss casually trashed her inquiring of the weapon as a blade. A gun would be suited for his tactics, as long as a bullet didn't end up hitting her from a misjudged shot. Given the complexities of the weapon..it would possibly be in her best interests to gradually introduce a prototype. While her mind hastily complied his suggestions, which in her mind were kindly worded demands for his future weapon. Her fingers twitched as she couldn't wait to start tinkering and this time hopefully have better success without smashing another mirror. As her boss had said earlier..those were expensive..but so..pretty. Nodding quickly at his dismissal as she threw in last words over shoulder her shoulder dripping with sarcasm "Fine..I will make it a bejeweled sword then..Remember you promised not to yell at me for it..". It was a lie, she wasn't that stupid as to waste precious funds...most of the time. It turned out to be a less boring day than when it first began. Perfect. [Thread Exit] |
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