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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 7
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Nio Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 10
Total: 11 (2-20)
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 8 4-sided dice:
4, 3, 2, 4, 2, 1, 1, 4
Total: 21 (8-32)
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 Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2015 7:28 pm
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It was a little disappointing, that. The mask was firmly in place on Maebe's face, like a little doll. It wasn't as fun poking if she didn't show her weaknesses, even a little bit. "Have you even won once, Maebe?" And then her trident was sigging into his stomach and he doubled over around it, hands instinctively gripping it. At her question, he stiffened. His eyes flickered to his left hand.
"I wasn't aware he belonged to anyone at all, least of all you." If anything, maybe he belonged to America, or to his own obsession. He had thought that maybe, after everything, he wou;dn't feel jealousy anymore. But his gut still twisted. He shoved her trident away. "He was going to kill me, you know." he said, akmost too low to hear. "I wonder what would've happened if he'd succeeded." This was a mistake, giving her more ammo, but the words fell from his mouth unbidden. Horace paused for a moment and something flickered across his face. Then he grinned. Yes, he still wondered. Aside, of course, from the obvious. The obvious being he would be dead and therefore unable to witness anything that might happen after, anyway.
He clicked his tekkos togather and waited for that inevitable spark. "Of course, as I'm sure you know, Miss Mabe he's currently indisposed." Horace had been to see him in his pod multiple times - he knew Melvin had visited as well and likely Chantelle. Everything would be better, so much easier, if he could just talk to him. His hand reached up to touch the necklace that wasn't there, the one that likely still laid in the wreckage of a lamp he hated.
He stopped thinking about it - instead, he like the elctricity flow around him and through him. It hurt, a little, the kind of tingly hurt that made him feel both warm and numb. Finally, it faded.
HP: 30/40
DMG: +17 to self
CHG: 0/3
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Nio Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 7
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2015 8:37 pm
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"I won twice, actually. Depending on what you consider winning." If he meant conquests, the numbers would be uncountable. But she assumed he meant real love, to which she could only count for two hearts to call her own. "How about you?"
Lawr belonged to no one. She did not dispute Horace's claim, because there was nothing more true than that. But the fact that he felt the need to tell her that he would have killed her brought her true amusement. She laughed, her head cocked into the air as the sound traveled up to heaven. "Why do you say that as if I'm supposed to be surprised? He's tried to kill me a few times, and I think he truly believed that to be his gift to me. To end it before it was too late. That's who he is, Horace. He preserves."
She had no idea of Lawr's actual fate. Her eyes quirked in confusion when Horace used the word indisposed. Was he - dead?
She watched Horace heal himself while that thought sunk in.
Her trident took no time in ruining that fresh new Fear shield with puncture marks, as she drove in to meet him. The confusion was disregarded for flirtation once more. "Awww. I knew you liked me, Horace. We can make this last as long as you want, sweetheart. I've got the patience for a real slow burn."
HP: 28
Damage: 3
Charge: 3/3
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 4
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2015 12:38 pm
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"Oh, I never win, but I stopped trying. What have I done to deserve winning?" He chuckled. No one loved him in the way he wanted and did not deserve. It made sense, of course. But it still felt difficult for him to talk about, his throat closing around words like a vise. "So why didn't you let him kill you, Maebe?"
Her trident was swift, skittering along his shield. He liked being able to heal, to drag out the inevitable. It hurt more in the end. "But like is such a tame word, isn't it?" His own hit faltered, missed and he did not know if it was a subconscious aversion to striking with his left hand or some residual emotion ******** up his concentration. Probably both. "Is there enough of you to preserve - or are you past that mark?"
HP: 27/40
DMG: nawp
CHG: 0/3
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Nio Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2015 2:19 pm
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Dawson was right. Horace really did sound like her sometimes.
"I didn't stop him." She clarified, her smile - and sarcasm - gone. "He could have succeeded. I survived because my weapon is very protective." Thaw practically purred at her when she spoke of him, and she reached out to brush her hands across the trident. "He cares about me, very much."
I do? Thaw grumbled, amusement thick in his leathery voice.
Unfortunately. Maebe replied, and the smile was back on her lips.
Horace's last question was such a good one. If he had only asked her one day earlier, he would have shattered her with the thought. But now, the question left her blank, and murky.
"You know something? I have no idea." The trident surged forward, diving into the meat of his shield by his stomach once more. "Why, are you itching to find out for yourself?"
HP: 28
Damage: 4
Charge: 3/3
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 7
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2015 9:00 pm
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"That seems a little silly - no matter how much a weapon cares, they can't protect you forever. Push and they break - every shield shatters; no one is immortal." The idea that a weapon cared was sort of strange. Dr. Jannisari had cared because he was a tool and together there were greater than they were apart. She had not gone to any extra lengths to protect him from Jan. Horace also knew that when he decided to hurt himself, she would not dull it overmuch. Theirs was an interesting partnership and, if Jan hurt him again, Jannisari would not help.
{you rather helped it along, didn't you?}
Horace ignored that bone-dry voice and watched carefully as Maebe came at him, a smile still stretching his lips. Her fighting style was interesting; she tended to drive towards the gut, the soft underbelly of an animal. He grabbed it and shoved her roughly away, reaching to rake the sharp points of his tekkos down her arm. It was a little disappointing that hunters didn't bleed better. "Nah, not really. I couldn't care less one way or the other about you - I just wondered why he stopped trying."
hp: 23/40
dmg: 5
chgL 1/3
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Nio Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 10
Total: 15 (2-20)
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2015 9:56 am
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"You stopped? What makes you think you get that choice, Maebe?" Horace's head jerked back, forced there by her trident and he exhaled sharply. He pressed into the trident a bit, tilting his head back down to look at Maebe, perfectly blonde Mabe, and his eyes were dark. 'If he wants you, he will run you into the ground, chase you, find you like a hound with a fox' - these were the things he almost said, but they died, bitter and cold, underneath his tongue. Instead, he let her have her small victory, let her think she had decided that. Because if Jan did not want her, Horace did not care either.
There was a gravity around Jan, he thought - alluring, powerful - and Horace could not see a time when he was not caught in it. He stood there a little longer, savoring the sharp pain around his neck (it was different from Jan's, wasn't it?) before he knocked her trident away. "Who says I wanna stop?" If he was strong enough, if he just tried hard enough, long enough, enough... then it would work. He gave her a lopsided smile, but did not attack.
HP: 14/40
DMG: nope wow
CHG: 1/3
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Nio Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 5
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2015 2:15 pm
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She smiled, her teeth gleaming too brightly with the light of Thaw's glow. "I thought there was nothing that could keep me from coming back. I was just like you." She remembered it, and it almost made her miss the feeling of giving in, of losing control. "And I'm not like everyone else, Horace. I'm not here to tell you that you should get away from him. I'm not here to tell you that what you're doing is wrong. Because I, and everyone else who isn't you, doesn't get to ******** decide what's good for you or not. None of us matter."
Her trident had been knocked away, and instead, her hands reached up, digging claws with a strange, familiar intimacy that he would have recognized. She was a pale substitute, but it almost reminded her of what it was like to be on the other side of that pain.
Almost.
"It's not up to anyone but me, to decide to get away from him. And I made that decision. Maybe one day you will, too. Or maybe one day, you'll let him kill you, and it will feel so good all the way down. Either way, a happy ending."
HP: 23
Damage: 4
Charge: 3/3
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 1
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 5:15 am
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One hand came up to circle around her pale wrist and he squeezed, bruisingly hard. Horace leaned forward briefly, into her grip. It was... almost refreshing, to have someone who just didn't care. Dylon had been the only person he'd talked to that he'd felt really comfortable with and maybe it was because Dylon hadn't called Horace stupid or Jan a monster. At the same time, he still thought Maebe was deluded.
"I'm glad you're happy with your decision, Maebe." And if she believed it was her decision, that was fine. It was none of his business and he would allow her to take whatever comfort she found in that belief without argument. Jan followed those that interested him like a hound after foxes, regardless of how they ran. Horace hated it, and he didn't know how to make Jan stop, but he knew the other man had followed America even though she'd tried to leave. Maybe he could fix that, or something.
"I don't aim on dying anytime soon, though." He smiled and twisted out of her grip completely. "There's only one happy ending I want."
HP: 10/40
DMG: 1
CHG: 2/3
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Nio Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 6
Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 1:44 pm
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And Maebe knew, despite pointing out the only two endings Horace had left to achieve, that he was going to delude himself into believing there was a third, unrealistic option. She knew that no one would ever be able to convince him otherwise, and only he would be able to work it out on his own. She also knew that it took two near death experiences for her to come close to it, and she wasn't even in love with Lawr. Horace was.
So she knew the man was completely, and hopelessly screwed.
Her nails stopped digging around his neck, and she gave him a soft, genuinely sad pout, before kicking her trident back up using her foot, and catching it in her hand. She leaned back just enough to shove the full force of her weight and strength into him, digging the trident through his shield and shattering it in one hard hit.
She could feel his soft flesh under the pressure of the prongs, and she longed for the satisfaction of pressing into it.
"Sorry." She admitted, for a thousand different things. Thaw disappeared in her arms, and she rose her leg up to kick him to the ground, and far away from him.
HP: 22
Damage: 10
Charge: 3/3
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2015 7:12 am
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The little kick-up of her trident was clever, Horace thought in the space of seconds before it was stabbing into him. His eyes widened and he could feel his shield try to stretch, to protect, and then it faded, leaving him raw. There was always the urge, lurking in the corner of his mind, to press forward, to make it more than just shield-breaking. But there were wards and this wasn't the right person and Meebe was pulling away. Before he could catch his breath, before he could do more than stumble, her leg rose up and she knocked him clean off-balance.
Horace slowly picked himself off of the ground, savoring each painful stretch of muscle,. Shieldless (it always made him feel a little cold, a little exposed), he shivered and reached up to crack his neck. A noise grumbled out of his throat, somewhere between discomfort and pleasure. His blue eyes slanted over to Maebe. Sorry, she'd said. For what? Abruptly, he decided he didn't want to know. Horace didn't need anyone's pity or apologies or anything. Whatever came to him was because he deserved it. Horace smiled, a motion of inane pleasantry and nothing else.
"Sorry?" A small, breathless laugh huffed out of him. "Don't be," he said. And then Horace turned and headed back to the dorms.
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