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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 11:41 pm
Another day, another game of waiting to see who would show up by the training grounds. Marcus was almost constantly looking to spar with another hunter, and in his mind, it kept him busy, focused, alert, and also in shape. He had to impress Cass after all, (not that he didn’t impress her already, but a guy could never stop improving to impress his girl). Aside for his amorous advances, he hated the fact on probation, they were basically doing ******** all. What kind of day was that? Oh right. A boring shitty one.
So he’d gotten into the habit of stalking the training ground to look for someone to take on and challenge. So far he’d gone against Gale and Cass, but there were more than enough hunters for him to challenge on the island. But he’d stick to his fellow trainees. Yeah, he wasn’t that stupid to challenge someone his senior. Today the sun was out on the normally foggy island, and it provided a bit of warmth. It was just hitting the crisp cool of fall, and the few remaining days of sunlit warmth were rare. The smell of saltwater was at the edge of his senses, the waves a distant echo that was now just white noise. Leaning against a pole, Marcus kept his eyes open, hoping another trainee was out and he could nab ‘em for a quick brawl.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 11:54 pm
The Island, like most islands everywhere, was filled with countless flora. And with the change of seasons, even here on this foggy tropical paradise, the flora let loose their seeds and dust and leaves out into the dank wind to be scattered across the land and bear fresh young come springtime.
Jerry wobbled in the middle of the path with a fresh sneeze.
And another.
And a third.
The sunlight, he had thought, would be good for his healing burns. Let them air out a bit. Hopefully get a bit less... sticky. The aloe he obsessively and carefully rubbed into them didn't help the fact it looked like his face was rotting off. But... but it was *healing* and that's what mattered, he insisted to himself. And... hopefully keep healing before he and Candace had their... official first date.
Hopefully.
He sneezed again, nose almost as red as his burns as he finally spotted the fellow trainee not too far up ahead, "Ah! Hi! Um! Nice weather for a change, huh? You're er... M... Marcus, right? I don't think we've formally met." He definitely remembered seeing the other man at meetings and training, but didn't recall actually speaking with him. Seemed like a nice guy, at least! It was always wonderful to make new friends.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 11:04 am
Marcus waved back as the other trainee approached. Jerry if he remembered correctly, the one who had gone and not only kicked some abomination a**, but had saved a girl. And was now burned like crazy. “Yeah, Marcus Hasan. I’m in the moon section. Jerry right? Nice uh-“ Well, he did get them for being a hero right? “Burns. I think you’re the first of us with battle scars.” It was meant to be light, a compliment of sorts.
“Uh- Anyway, I’m kind of looking for a sparring partner. Figure use the down time to get better at wielding this thing.” He summoned Dis to his hand, the sword giving a brief flash of blue. In his head Dis was whining about how Marcus should have been back in the dorms, schmoozing it up. But for Marcus that was about as appealing as s**t.
“You up for a quick match up?” Even if the guy had burns… Marcus was just bored and antsy.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 11:09 am
"I d-don't know about that. A lot of us are pretty battered after that last ah... outing, ahaha..." Jerry flushed, pausing to blow his nose with a wince. "Miss Madison's leg has been bandaged up for a while... If I learned anything, it's that Dragon Fire or... or whatever that was... is definitely not something you want to jump in front of, ahahaha um." He smiled, straightening up as he caught sight of the blade. "Oh! Sparring? Er... I suppose! Practice makes perfect, right? Just er... be easy on me? I'm still um. A bit Crispy," He laughed again, a nervous gesture as he lifted the penny whistle hanging from his neck.
Even as the cannon was suddenly summoned to heavily land on his shoulder, sending the skinny man wobbling on his feet, he glanced back up at his friendly opponent, a free hand picking at the scabs on his cheek, "They... they don't look THAT bad do they?"
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 7
Total: 8 (2-16)
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 12:23 pm
Marcus shrugged, he didn't ever plan to pull a hero and jump in front of flames, (but hey, who knew right?). "I'll leave the jumping in front of all thing deadly job up to you. I'll stick to uh-" He wasn't sure- "to not getting crispy." He smiled a bit before his stance changed. He wasn't about to p***y foot around.
"So Jerry, sorry but if I held back it wouldn't be a real match would it?" A dash, and he swung.
HP: 40
Damage:2
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Bilious rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 2
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 12:38 pm
The older hunter gave a yelp, tripping back as he tried desperately to dodge, although he was a bit too slow. Thank goodness for Fear shields. "Ah-!" He squeaked, stumbling over his own feet as he ran to put a bit of distance between them. He whirled down into a crouch immediately, eyes clenching shut as he pulled the trigger. Roar gave a giggle in his head as he gave off a sudden blast, howling forth with a flair of green from his eyes and an ear-splitting bark.
HP: 38
Damage: 4
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-16)
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 3:51 pm
The hit knocked Marcus back a good foot, the impact making him frown. Dis was in his head, warning him that he could get seriously hurt, a close shot from that thing wasn't going be nice. The trainee ignored him, going after Jerry again.
"Nice shot specs." Swinging the sword in his hand for a second, Marcus rushed again. "Let's see how well you can hold up."
HP: 36
Damage:3
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Bilious rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 3
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 4:08 pm
Jerry gave a yelp as Marcus leaped towards him, a sword clanging against his weapon as he tried to shield himself, but thankfully the Fear Barrier saved him from what would have been a *very nasty headache*. With a squeak, he opened his eyes to see the sword just barely scratch the top of his glasses, still sunk into his head in startling ways.
He scrambled backward, very thankful by the lack of blood as his rear hit grass. Stop panicking and FIRE you idiot! Roar groaned, not liking the way his Hunter was swinging him about willy nilly.
HP: 35
Damage: MISS
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 8
Total: 10 (2-16)
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 6:35 pm
WHOOPS. A little bit of a crazy hit there but not the worst, The next fire, missed him just barely, and Dis was hissing at him to stop dodging and start laying the beat down.
Or something. Overall the vampire weapon wasn't being very helpful. Another dash. Marcus felt like a pokemon.
HP: 36
Damage:4
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Bilious rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 7:47 pm
Sparring was... difficult. This wasn't like facing off against some horrible monster posing as a human... this was... well, another human! A comrade in arms! A- man with a sharp piece of metal trying to cut off one of his ears- Jerry gave a yelp, once more attempting to dodge (in vain). He needed a bit of distance, that was all! Just... a few... steps... he turned and started running.
HP: 31
Damage: MISS!
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 2
Total: 10 (2-16)
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 7:56 pm
Was he... fleeing? Wait no that wasn't supposed to be how training went?
"Get back here Jerry!" Running after him, Marcus hoped he hadn't like.. scared the guy or anything.
"Jumping after him, he grabbed onto the hunter's coat, hoping to yank him back. Oops.
HP: 36
Damage: 4
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Bilious rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 5
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 8:18 pm
The Sun Hunter gave a yelp as his jacket was grabbed, and if the situation had moved in slow motion, the viewer would have seen Jerry tipping backwards from the yank, his cannon over his shoulder backward slowly but steadily gripped and the trigger ignited in a desperate tempt to regain his balance, and the corresponding explosion of rippling sound tearing back over his shoulder into the hunter behind him only to propel him forward instead.
If it had been seen with the naked eye, there would have been a yelp, a bang, and Jerry flying forward onto his face.
HP: 27
Damage: 3
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 1
Total: 8 (2-16)
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 10:06 pm
The also one moon hunter behind him, cursing as the blast caught him head on. Goddamn that smarted. Stumbling a bit back, Marcus had to shake it off. Hopefully, he just wouldn't get hit with a cheap shot, that... that he might not be to happy with.
Grip steady, Marcus went after Jerry, hoping to land another hit.
HP: 33
Damage:2
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Bilious rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 10:17 pm
Jerry took that moment to CHEESE IT.
He just... he needed to put a distance between them. A few moments to regroup, reposition, aim and fire... was that too much to ask?
It had been so easy to just wildly fire when they were up against horrible monsters.
HP: 25
Damage: Miss
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-16)
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 10:28 pm
Jerry.
Jerry. STOP RUNNING. RUNNING DOES NOT A TRAINING SPAR MAKE. GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW.
Running after him, Marcus yelled out, "For ******** sake stop runni-" And then he tripped, stumbling over himself. By the time he looked up, Jerry had put some distance between them.
HP: 33
Damage: ---
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