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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 6:52 pm
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Train, they'd said. So train she would do. Gretchen was on the training fields with weapon summoned and a sibilant voice crooning in her ear. She was working through drills, or attempting to, following Devika's couching as best as she could. This usually required a fair amount of trial and error, many apologies on behalf of the trainee, and an irritated naga in the poor girl's head.
It didn't help any that the sun had come out to blaze over head, making the Death uncomfortable as well as inadequate. It'd been a little on the cool side when she'd left that morning, so long pants had been paired with a hoodie layered over a thin t-shirt. The chill had lasted maybe an hour.
Devi, come oooooon.
She was hot, she was tired, and she was really thirsty. Surely they could make time for a break.
(You're ssskills are weak. Continue.)
No fair!
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Grey Dragon rolled 1 20-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 6:32 pm
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Gretchen was drawn away from the inner hiss of her weapon by a soft voice off to the side, and she blinked curiously at him as he approached her, straightening up and holding her staff across her shoulders. "Hi, aren't you a sweetheart." She'd meet a few people by now, and some were nice, some where not. This guy, whoever he was, fell easily and neatly into the former category.
"I think I have, and I have a water bottle over there," she nodded towards the bass of a dummy and a half empty plastic bottle sitting at it's base. "Thanks though, for the concern. It really is sweet."
She grinned at him in obvious appreciation before pale features lit up as an idea struck her. "Hey! Would you spar with me?" The staff dropped, held down at her side now as she leaned forward. "It'll be a lot better if I have a real opponent." Her partner, shockingly, said nothing. Her silence a mark of approval. "Pleeeeease?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 7:23 pm
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Oliver's first reaction was to blush and look away, at his feet, the water bottle by the training dummy, anywhere but at the girl in front of him. With how personalities ran on this island his question could have been purely out of self interest, but his timid nature wouldn't allow him to shrug off a compliment. Nor could he accept it gracefully.
He opened his mouth, closed it, and rubbed at the bridge of his nose as he subsequently tried to regain some composure.
"I-I can, i-if you'd like..." Oliver finally replied, bypassing all of the 'sweet' stuff entirely. It was easier to focus on the offer of a match. Not that he wanted to fight at all, but if she was a trainee, maybe there was some knowledge to be gained from his own dubious time and practice on the island.
The moment he willed it so, Jökul was in his hands and ready for an attack, but Oliver was clearly not up to making the first attack.
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 4
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2015 11:00 am
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Well that was kind of adorable. Gretchen tipped her head as color rushed over his cheeks, making the scar on his nose stand out rather starkly, but that was cute all on it's own. His mouth opened, but nothing came out before it closed again, and the Death had to draw up a hand to press over her lips to keep from chuckling at him.
But he did agree, which she had begun to suspect he wouldn't, and she seemed to brighten immediately, smile as bright as a seventy watt light bulb in a dark room. "Really? Thank you!"
"Wooh-" That was a really wicked looking weapon. Glee turned into surprise, boarding on apprehension, but Devika gave her a mental shove, hissing in her ear.
She didn't quite flinch, but she did bring her staff up, a little less awkwardly this time, but certainly still not comfortable. She waited, expecting the young man to make the first move, but when he didn't she took that as a silent invitation to charge in herself.
It wasn't a very powerful hit. The staff came around in a glancing knock against the other hunter's shoulder, bouncing off his shield almost harmlessly.
"So what's your name?"
HP: 40 DMG: 2 CHG: 1/3
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Grey Dragon rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 8
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2015 5:24 pm
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Despite the weak hit, it might have been a bit of an ego boost just watching Oliver flinch back, his free arm raised protectively. He immediately felt silly. Intermediates as a whole had probably been a lot cooler before he joined their ranks, this trainee just had the bad luck to run into him instead of someone more impressive or inspiring.
"O-Oliver, um… Oliver Keeley," he stammered, feeling the embarrassed heat in his cheeks. "Y-you?"
Almost as an afterthought the axe was lifted, and then Oliver pulled it into a heavy horizontal slash. Gaining momentum was the hardest part of his battle. After that, all he had to do was keep it moving.
When the first attack actually collided, he was taken aback by the force involved. "S-sorry!"
HP: 48 Dmg: 6 Chg: 1/3
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 4:43 pm
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 4:44 pm
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How was she supposed to try to hit him when he was being stuttery and adorable? Surely there were rules about this sort of thing! "Gretchen Howard," she offered with a grin and a wink, swinging the so staff above her head to bring it down into what she hoped was a better grip. Devika wasn't hissing corrections at her, so she was hopeful.
Compared to the wicked looking axe the young man was wielding, her staff looked down right harmless, but that wouldn't stop her from trying!
Though it probably wasn't going to be a long spar if he kept hitting like that, wow. Gretchen yelped, hopping back and away, but she seemed more startled than hurt. "Heavy hitter," she'd chirp, chuckling softly as she darted in to give him a jab to the belly with the end of her staff.
HP: 34 DMG: 1 CHG: 2/3
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Grey Dragon rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-20)
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 8
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 3:03 pm
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Wow, timid was sort of an understatement for this guy. Gretchen was almost sorry for having challenged him. Almost. Certainly he had to be used to this by now, if the trim on his coat was anything to go on. Sparring seemed to the thing to do between other duties, the best way to prepare one's self for the eventuality of missions.
In his hands, the axe wasn't quite so scary, but she kept that opinion to herself. He was cute, she didn't want to make him feel bad. "I've been up for about month now. Yourself?"
She wondered idly if carrying on a casual conversation while trying to beat the snot out of each other was something you just got used to with time. For Gretchen it was just a little odd still. Lips twisting in concentration, she darted forward again to take a swing at him, low this time, going for the back of his legs with the heavier end of her staff.
HP: 34 DMG: 8 CHG: 2/3
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Grey Dragon rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-20)
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2015 12:56 pm
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She hadn't honestly expected that to work. Oliver went down, and Gretchen couldn't help but blink down at him, startled and wide eyed. "Wow, um. Sorry?" A sharp hiss from Devika made her wince, cringing, and she tightened her hold on her staff. "I mean. um." Nothing, there was nothing to say here. Well, except. "Thank you." He had complimented her, after all.
He was on his feet now, and the serpent in her mind was egging her onward. Lips pressing into a thin line she made her move, swinging the staff like a club and only barely clipping his shoulder.
HP: 34 DMG: 1 CHG: 3/3
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Grey Dragon rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 7
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2015 4:42 pm
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Grey Dragon rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-20)
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