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 Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 12:53 pm
There was a note left for Otto, that said something.
Something unreadable.
Robert wasn't very good at writing, you see, but the note was trying to say that he was ready for that fight anytime now. In fact, the only readable part of the note was the important part, which stated 'Training Room, 2 o'clock'. Everything else was chicken scratches as far as a normal reader was concerned.
If he looked hard enough, he might have managed to decipher the words 'chicken', 'cellophane', and.. was that.. 'assplay'? No, that couldn't be it.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 1:06 pm
Otto spent a good ten minutes trying to translate the alien language. He got as far as Training Room and 2pm. After a while he dismissed it as garbage, or a prank, or both. The note was turned into paper airplane and played with for a long while before Otto got bored chucking a piece of paper at the wall and threw it on the floor.
Then he just so happened to head to the training room.
...Okay, I lied. He understood the note was for him.He was just killing time.
Still, he wondered who the mysterious Alien Chicken was who had written him that letter? A high ranking officer would have sent a text, so clearly this was someone else.
Otto peeked inside, stepping in. "Hm.. no alien chickens.."
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 1:09 pm
Robert heard the comment, because he was totally not hanging out behind the door, and his face pinched in confused hilarity, before he put his fingers up above his head like antennas and squawked like a chicken as much as possible.
This was a good way to say hello, right?
"BOOOOOOOOOOK BOK BOK BOK~"
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Bittiface rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 1:16 pm
"Ugh. You." He seethed.
"Oh. That's right. Almost forgot I needed to 'talk' to you." Otto now understood why he was here. Yes. Training room. Yes.
He de-materialized the bangle on his wrist, allowing it to grow into a nearly 6 foot boomerang.
"So, let's talk."
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Nio Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 1:19 pm
Otto's reaction was priceless. Robert stepped forward, pulling a coin out of his pocket as he watched Otto summon his weapon.
"Yeah. It's me." Robert's grin was something familiar to him, but unfamiliar to Otto - all the other guy had seen was Robert's emo side. This was different. Playful, cocky, altogether jovial in nature, if not a little ridiculous. Robert flipped the coin in the air, and it shimmered as it flipped, liquidly elongating until the batleth formed in the air. Robert's big hand wrapped around the hilt, pulling it down and whistling it through the air as it flipped.
NOT SO ROUGH- Jezebel screeched, making Robert grin even harder.
"I like it rough." Robert responded - only, he was aware Otto couldn't hear Jezebel. So, was he talking to Jezebel, or Otto..? Or both?
What was even.
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 7
Total: 15 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 1:27 pm
HP: 40/40
Damage: 9
Otto shuddered violently. "Too much info, dude." He sneered. He spat on the ground in a super manly disgusting fashion, then ran to gain some distance.
Otto reeled his arm back, chucking the boomerang back at Robert. Once it made contact, the weapon flew back to Otto, who caught it with both hands, sending him skidding backward from the inertia.
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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 8
Total: 16 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 1:30 pm
Robert watched the boomerang sail in his direction, whistling low in appreciation - and taking the hit full on. His entire body flipped in mid-air and planted onto the floor with a smack. He groaned, pushing himself back up to his feet, and rubbing his side.
"Nice hit, Dundee. That actually ********' hurt!" He rolled his shoulders, and then his neck, before picking his weapon back up again. The blades gleamed sharply, as did his sudden grin. "My turn."
The batleth flew, not as beautifully as a boomerang, and it certainly didn't come back to it's owner - it was just whipping in Otto's direction, ready to slice and dice.
HP: 31/40
Damage: 10
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 8
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 1:53 pm
HP: 30/40
Damage: 7
Otto did not expect Robert to throw his weapon. His whole defense was expecting a chance run from an attack. The weapon came at him before Otto could even think to block.
It hit hard. Sharp.
Otto hissed, grabbing his side and nearly dropping his weapon. That stung like a b***h. Still, there was a battle to be fought. No time to piss and moan about sword thingers being thrown at you!
Otto reeled his arm back and threw the boomerang at Robert again.
<>
Sucker~
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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 7
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 1:56 pm
Otto made a good point. Robert was now without his weapon, solely because he felt like showing off. Still, it had been a good hit, and it made Robert cocky. He ran forward, stumbling when the boomerang slammed into him again, and slid his fist into Robert's stomach before his boomerang could return to him.
He tried, very hard, to hit where his batleth had sliced. Just to make it hurt more. But a punch was still not as hard as a batleth throw, so his punch landed with less impact than his first hit.
Time to grab Jezebel back!
HP: 24
Damage: 4
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 2:24 pm
HP: 26/40
Damage: --
Otto grunted, the hit coming a little too close to Robert's first one. Distracted from it, he missed Tenya coming back, having to duck for cover and letting her fly past, skidding along the floor.
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"s**t." He mumbled, running to grab his weapon.
He picked it up, and ran for Robert, attempting to swing it like a club.
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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 8
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 2:26 pm
Oh look, now they were one for one at dropping their weapons. Excellent! Robert bellowed a laugh, grabbing the batleth off the ground and flipping it like a helicopter blade in his hands. When Otto came back with a boomerang bat, Robert waited, watching, and jumped up in a daring split just in time, dodging the blow.
Wait, did he just do a split in mid-air? That was awkward to watch.
Robert's batleth swung down forcefully as he landed, landing a solid blow on Otto's other side.
HP: 24
Damage: 8
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 2:40 pm
((Helps if I roll right))
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 1
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 2:41 pm
Drifter Jet Enduro HP: 18Damage: 2Otto would have been impressed had it not been his own attack that was dodged with such flare. And had he not been cut in the side again, though now it was his other side hurting. Ah, equality~. He yelped, not bothering to clutch that sore spot in favor of swinging his weapon down again.
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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 2:43 pm
Otto's attacks were getting weaker. It was exciting, watching him falter at Robert's blows, but it was also making him get comfortable. Robert set his weapon down on his shoulder, hefted it comfortably, and then reared to punch Otto with a fist. It was a punch of brotherly love - but it still hurt like hell.
"You're all right, kid. This is getting kind of fun."
HP: 22
Damage: 4
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 8
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 3:03 pm
HP: 14/40
Damage: 7
How had he fallen so far so fast? Otto had been to such a great start, and now he was barely able to catch his breath. He stumbled back from the punch, leaning on his weapon for support. "Yeah, a real barrel 'a monkies." He sneered, lifting the weapon once more.
With an audible grunt of effort, Otto brought the weapon down on Robert's shoulder.
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