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Maximia Beflas
Derringer Defenses
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Posted - 2013.10.07 05:26:00 -
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Maximia, wearing baggy nylon pants and a long sleeved shirt, walks inside the office, the glass door sliding and closing to her proximity. She holds several unloaded guns using her fingers. She slowly paces towards a closet door to the right of the office.
"These need to be fixed..." She mumbles to Demel, knowing that he won't respond.
She then plops them into a drawer and slides it back inside, then swiftly moving out of the closet and shutting it behind her. She then walks over to the desk and sits ontop of it, staring into oblivion, filled with boredom. She massages her left upper arm with her thumb, rubbing a knot in her muscles. She looks down at Demel with a tired and neutral expression, breathing in deeply to let out a sigh. She quickly looks at her left hand and then back at Demel.
"We 'oughta make more left handed weapons." She says, patting Demel on the head and ruffling his hair to get his attention. |
Maximia Beflas
Derringer Defenses
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Posted - 2013.10.08 01:27:00 -
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Demel Derpovsky wrote:
"...you needed me to fix some guns right?" He finally says after some time has passed.
"Yeah they're in the locker. Make sure you fix those prototypes, we have been getting complaints about one of the models jamming after ten shots." She says, throwing her legs on top of the desk, resting them between Demel and the monitor. |
Maximia Beflas
Derringer Defenses
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Posted - 2013.10.08 05:12:00 -
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Demel Derpovsky wrote:
"I'll be at the...Hex club, I want to check up on the bar...I'll get the guns fixed after that."
"Hnn" She says, nodding at Demel and watching him leave the office, wondering what she can do once he's off. Maybe I should follo' 'im. Her eyes settle on Demel blankly, drifting in thought.
Demel Derpovsky wrote:
"And get off the desk...with you're weight it'll snap like a cookie...."
"Fwuh...leave already," She says with a snicker, " 'least I don't snap like a twig!" She retorts just before Demel closes the door, not sure if Demel heard her.
She then looks around the office, and adjusts her position on the desk, hearing a slight creek.
"Oh...." She mutters, slowly getting off the desk and plopping into the chair. She then opens her neocom and checks for appointments and finances. Nope, nothing to do.... She throws herself back on the chair, leaning and sinking into it while she props her feat onto the desk, kicking off her slippers and wiggling her toes boredly. |
Maximia Beflas
Derringer Defenses
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Posted - 2013.10.30 05:48:00 -
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Maximia and Demel return to the office. She smiles contently and walks over to the bathroom while letting go of her hand on his hip. Demel makes his way over to his chair but catches a glimpse of the smudged crimson red under his noes and lips in the reflection of the transparent door to the shooting range.
"Hm," He says while Maximia wets a towel, "I should make a small feeding tube."
"You shouldn't use it at all..."
"Efficiency over ethics!"
"Ethics over efficiency..."
Maximia falls onto the sturdy chair and pulls Demel into her lap to face her while she wipes the blood off of him. |
Maximia Beflas
Derringer Defenses
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Posted - 2013.10.31 02:58:00 -
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Demel Derpovsky wrote:
Demel jumps a little as another message is notified on his neocom. A grin comes over his face and he hops off Maximia's lap.
"Customers!" Demel signs happily while skipping in prancing steps across the office towards the door.
"Maybe you could make us some money then." She mutters with a smile as she looks over at the computer, right about to use it until...
Demel Derpovsky wrote:
He then suddenly stops at the door, his expression becoming calm and emotionless. He turns swiftly around to face Maximia in the same expression.
"Go pack some gym clothes and talk to the man in the local rec room. His names Kador, go research him on the comp' in our room," he says in a low and calm voice, his chin a little hire to evoke a sense of superiority, which he lacks, "I think you'll like him.."
"Eh-....." She then blinks a little and sighs, making her way over to the ladder and sliding down towards their chamber.
She throws herself onto the bed and grabs one of the pads lying about nearby and taps on it. Her eyes suddenly widen.
so this is him...... She let's out a purr and a grin, but suddenly stops short at noticing his current status. Maximia sighs and droops her head down I can't have nice things..... She then tosses the pad gently down on the bed and gets up, picking some various soaps and some arm raps before throwing them in a small bag. She puts on some headphones, long sleeve gym clothes, slightly loose but close to the form of legs sweat pants, and she makes her way towards the gymnasium business is business...and fun can come elsewhere...or from business.....business can be fun.
(Maximia in Summit Hallways) |
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