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Post by Soprano on Oct 4, 2010 22:16:57 GMT -6
Sergio woke up a little earlier than he typically did today. He wanted to get some running in, he felt like he wasn’t moving quite fast enough or training hard enough. He was outside, stretching his muscles before he started his run. He looked across to Dante’s tent, thinking about what Conall had told him. He didn’t really like Dante, thanks to a grand dislike Dante had for him, so he didn’t really mind the task. Anything for the good of the camp.
He began to strap on his armor, it was necessary to run with it. He was wearing a set of extra heavy armor today. He’d have to clean the hell out of it once he was done, but it was worth the resistance weight. He wasn’t the strongest fighter yet, but it made him feel driven to do better. He was still pretty young, after all.
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Post by lillium on Oct 4, 2010 22:24:15 GMT -6
Reading was getting boring, Camille decided. She'd made it about halfway through the book Dante had thrown at her. She still hadn't gotten to the part about succubae, and so she still had no idea that the thing impersonating her was a demon who was trying to eat Dante. She was just thoroughly creeped out. Especially because Dante seemed to really like that. . Ugh. She shivered. It was just disgusting.
So she decided to go for a run to clear her head. Might as well. Dante was probably sleeping now. Had he been drunk the previous night? He had looked like it. So he would be hungover in the morning. Great. So she'd have to suffer more verbal abuse by Dante. It was made even worse by the fact that he was probably jacking off thinking about her. Ew.
As she walked by, she noticed Sergio getting geared up. "Oh, hi," she said, turning to him. Hopefully he wasn't totally crazy today.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 4, 2010 22:39:46 GMT -6
Sergio looked up at Camille as he was strapping his bracers on. He grinned at her, now this is a face he hadn’t seen in awhile.
“Hey there, long time no see, eh?” he said, “How have you been Camilla?”
He smacked himself mentally; he knew her face really well. He never forgot a face, but names were a different story. He’d heard enough about her from Naima and Conall, so he should have gotten it right.
“Sorry, I mean, Camille. I ain’t so good wif names, y’know?” he admitted, scratching the back of his head.
“You goin’ for a run, too?” he asked, strapping the last strap on his bracer.
He was actually pretty glad she was here, he had a couple things he wanted to ask her. He had no idea how things were going training under Dante, but he probably could help her out.
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Post by lillium on Oct 4, 2010 22:55:57 GMT -6
Camille was about to correct him, but he seemed to be able to correct himself. "It's cool, I understand," she said. Camille was alright with names. She wasn't absolutely horrible with them, but sometimes she forgot. She remembered Sergio's, though. "I've been. . Uh, alright." She hesitated a bit, recalling what had happened last night. God. She'd been trying to forget about that; it was making her feel sick. And now she had to face Dante today. Squick.
"So what's up with you?" Camille asked, trying to steer the subject of the conversation away from her. She didn't want to think right now. Just run, and get everything out. That was best. No more Dante or impostor or demons or anything else to worry about.
"Yeah, I'm going for a run. Too? So you are, too? Awesome." She supposed. It would be harder to ignore the world with Sergio there, running with her.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 4, 2010 23:15:34 GMT -6
Sergio laughed, “Y’don’t seem real sure about that.”
Sergio shrugged, “Jus’ tryin’ to stay in shape. Nuffin really interestin’.”
That was true, more or less. He was trying to train… his other exploits should be kept quite until he was more sure of how Camille felt about Dante. That was pretty much the whole reason he was glad to see her. He wanted to find out if she and Dante got along or if Dante was riding her ass.
“Y’wanna come wif me?” he said, “Track’s long enuf for th’ both of us.”
He gave his armor an final experimental stretch. Felt good enough to run in, he thought. He started jogging toward the outside of the camp, looking behind him expecting Camille just to follow.
“How is trainin’ goin’ wif Dante?” he said, his breathing catching a bit from the run.
This was the all important question. It let him know if he was alright telling Camille some things and trying to get her to help him a little.
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Post by lillium on Oct 4, 2010 23:23:00 GMT -6
"I just had a bad night," Camille said, shrugging. "I don't really want to talk about it." And it was true. The less she had to think about Dante fucking her lookalike, the better. "And sure." Might as well, she supposed. Maybe it was a good idea to jog with Sergio. It'd be nice to speak with someone who wasn't going to make her run around doing his chores. Camille followed Sergio and easily caught up with him.
"Horrible," Camille said, her voice obviously irritated. "He's a stupid asshole who is just making me do all of his stupid chores that he's too damn lazy to do himself. I don't even know why he hates me." She scowled. Dante had just blown up at her for no reason about not asking any questions. She didn't get it. "Maybe he's just pissed because Conall told him to train me? That's so petty! He's just a whiny son of a. ." She trailed off, realizing that maybe cussing out her mentor in public wasn't the best idea. "Anyway, it's going horrible." She sighed.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 4, 2010 23:48:25 GMT -6
“Oh,” Sergio said, figuring maybe she wasn’t sleeping well or something.
He knew what happened, mostly, but he kept his mouth shut. He had to gather a bit more information before he reported back. He knew what Dante would think of this, but he didn’t care. He listened to Camille carefully, sorting her words through his head. He now knew he had an ally; which was good.
“Tha’ sucks,” he said plainly, “If ya want, I can teach ya some stuff you’ll need ta know. Mostly it’s… knowin’ where ta hit certain demons an’ junk.”
He was pretty knowledgeable, most people pegged him for being pretty dull witted, but he knew more than the average Seidhrfolk. He blamed it on his accent, and frankly, liked it that way. If people chose to underestimate him, they can go ahead and get their asses kicked.
“What kinda stuff are ya doin’ wif him?” he asked.
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Post by lillium on Oct 5, 2010 16:25:06 GMT -6
"Yeah, it sucks massively," Camille agreed. She didn't know what to do about it, and that just frustrated her. She didn't know if she should take it up with Conall, or if he would think she was just being whiny. . Argh, so frustrating. She looked up suddenly when Sergio mentioned helping her figure things out. "That would be great, actually! I might have to take you up on that. Thanks!" Camille smiled a small smile. Maybe today would be a better day.
Sure, Sergio seemed like an incompetent and Camille had had to run up and help him with those hellmouthes, the weird dog seal things, but still. He'd managed to survive this long, hadn't he? And with just a sword and shield. Camille had noticed Dante using a knife and guns, which was much more modern.
"He's mostly just making me run around sending messages for him, getting his rifles cleaned, and so on. ." Camille was probably the only person in the universe who didn't understand the innuendo there.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 5, 2010 22:04:10 GMT -6
Sergio was actually pretty surprised that Camille actually was for the idea. He was fairly certain she thought he was pretty much a blockhead. She did kind of jump in the middle of his battle with a Hellmouth without asking. Oh well, he’d let her believe what she’d like.
“Yeah, we can start taday if ya want,” he said, genuinely meaning it, “I mean, you’re a pretty badass fightah, but demons are… jus’ different,’ I guess.”
He hoped that made sense. You didn’t hit something that was alive more or less magically in the heart… they usually didn’t have them. He knew what he was talking about; it was just hard to explain while running. He snickered when she mentioned what Dante had her do. It was probably a bad idea to joke about such a thing, especially since he had an idea of what had gone on last night.
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Post by lillium on Oct 5, 2010 22:29:31 GMT -6
Camille did think Sergio was a blockhead, but she still thought he was a blockhead who at least tried to help other people out, even if he failed spectacularly at it. And besides, he was offering to help her. Camille really needed it right now, as Dante was just making her run around doing his chores and errands and sending his messages. She just needed all the help she could get.
"That's great," Camille said, before frowning. "Wait, shit, I have to see Dante today." She checked her watch before looking back towards Sergio. "Well, he's probably asleep right now, anyway. It is pretty early. So we have a few hours." Reading was boring, anyway, and she could do it later. And if Dante yelled at her, too bad. She had plenty of things to say to him already.
Camille didn't really understand why Sergio was snickering, but whatever. He was kind of blockheaded.
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