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 Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 3:05 pm
Sasha knew that Jerry would follow. She wasn't entirely sure if she was feeling thankful for the company or irritated that she couldn't get a moment alone. Inhale, exhale. It wasn't his fault that this news had surfaced. It wasn't anyone's fault. The blame couldn't be placed on anyone, as far as Sasha was concerned, not that it even mattered. She could handle it if her mother had been a hunter -- she didn't know if it was possible, but something like that was something she could handle. Sasha had never known her mother, so the loss of her had never been an acute loss, a sharp depression. It had seemed to be for her papa, which made sense... but...
She turned to glance over her shoulder, stopping in her tracks when she saw Jerry scurrying along after her. Sasha stopped, narrowed her eyes and pointed an index finger at him.
"I s-swear to GOSH, Jerry, if y-you think you are g-going to stop me from kicking some... some... s-some bottom you are so darned wrong, mister! You a-aren't the b-b-boss of me, okay?! I am not a baby and I don't need a-anyone c-c-coddling me like I am!!" Her voice gained volume with each stuttered word until she was nearly shouting at him.
She stood there, feet set in a wide stance, hands fisted on her hips, and glared up at him for a long, long time, waiting for his reply. She would so totally punch him in the face if he got in her way. Okay, maybe she wouldn't, but Sasha wasn't going to take any garbage from him! She wasn't going to take any garbage from anyone!
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 3:12 pm
Jerry, meanwhile, winded from limping after her as fast as he could, rubbed his leg nervously as he averted his eyes from her and looked a bit like he was ready to throw up.
"I j-just... wo-woo-worried about you c-coming up here alone is... is all... if... if s-something happen-appen-appened, um..." He shook his head, "If you... you think I'll s-slow you down, I'll go."
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 3:20 pm
Jaw clenched, eyes narrowed and mouth set in a furious line, Sasha stared at Jerry.
And stared.
And kept staring.
And stared some more.
"As long as you aren't.. if you aren't here to pat me on the darned head and... and lead me back to the darned caves.. okay, you can come." She shook her head and eyed his leg before exhaling loudly. "Sorry.. I.. I just, this is just so ... this is all just so fudged up."
Sasha waited for him to catch up completely before she turned around.
"Lets.. I guess we'll go to the dorms. You. You really need a s-shave. I mean, I used t-to shave my papa's face, so if you're feeling t-too shaky or whatever I can do it for you once we get back. Do you have a shaving k-kit or something? Come on." Sasha quietly huffed. "I'm sorry a-again. I just. I'm really r-rattled."
She summoned Nona as they drew closer to the dorms. "So do you? Have a shaving kit?"
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 3:48 pm
"Y-yeah I um..." He scratched at his scrubby cheek nervously. At least it was only half his face, the scars taking care of some of it. "I hadn't... really had the er... chutzpah to do it while we were um... away and now it's j-just... so c-crowded all the time, I've hardly b-been able to... um..." He coughed, but seemed to relax a hair once her tone had softened. "W-when we came before I was... was sort of ah... single-ingle-ingle minded um.
"I... I didn't m-mean to upset you..."
He tensed, keeping his eyes on the fog. At least he could see properly this time.
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bipolar bee rolled 1 100-sided dice:
24
Total: 24 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 4:01 pm
"You didn't upset me, okay? I just... so this paper that you showed me, right, and then.. being mean to the doctor, too? He has never done anything terrible to me. Never. Like... I trust him. I think I'm l-like the only one on the island that does." In a fit of annoyance Sasha kicked at a piece of rubbish that was in her path. It shot off into the fog, effectively causing a small beastie to dart foward, reaching for Sasha's jacket with wispy, needle-like claws. " Dang it!" Quote: 11-32: A small, semi-solid creature snatches at you with painful claws and teeth. Mob Stats HP: 5 Auto Damage: 2 (hit or miss)
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Bilious rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 8
Total: 18 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 4:19 pm
No sooner had the thing leaped towards him, there was a burst of light and in the blink of an eye, he was firing wildly with a strangled yelp.
Jerry was only a little on edge, panting as he watched the smoking remains, "It... it's... it's unsettled-ettled me too a bit, ahahahahaha." He swallowed, limping forward again, but this time kept Roar raised.
HP: 48/50
Damage: 12
Charge: 1/3, 0/3
Boss HP: So ded
Mob count: 1
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bipolar bee rolled 1 100-sided dice:
94
Total: 94 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 4:32 pm
"That's putting it mildly," Sasha grumbled, gripping Nona tighter when Jerry promptly annihilated the little creature that had darted out. "Jerry!" She stomped her foot. "Let me attack, too!" Here he was blasting things to kingdom come and all she wanted to do was crack some skulls. Therapeutically, of course. When a larger, more solid-looking creature started attacking Jerry, Sasha was prepped to attack. Quote: 90-98: A small, fairly solid creature swiftly begins attacking you! Mob Stats HP: 15 Auto Damage: 5 (hit or miss)
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bipolar bee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 8
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 4:39 pm
Sasha darted in, brow knit with determination. Using Nona's hooks, Sasha drove the weapon into the fog before ripping her bonded back out. The fog-beast hissed at her softly, but Sasha wasn't quite finished. She repeated the action, driving Nona's hooks into the semi-solid creature, ripping her weapon out shortly thereafter. Nona was gleeful, triumphantly shrieking with each successful hit. Quote: HP: 35/40 TAR: Beastie DMG: 7 TAR HP: 8/15 CHG: 1/3 || 0/2
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Bilious rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 9
Total: 18 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 4:43 pm
Jerry tried to wait. He drew in several sharp breaths before finally instinct kicked in again. The moment Sasha dodged back, the thing swiped and Jerry lowered the cannon to point-blank range.
He exhaled a long breath as the ringing bubbled up in his ears in the blasts' silence, "S-sorry."
HP: 43/50
Damage: 12
Charge: 2/3, 0/3
Boss HP: So ded
Mob count: 2
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bipolar bee rolled 1 100-sided dice:
91
Total: 91 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 5:36 pm
She was just so incredibly frustrated with the entire situation. Frustrated and terrified, those words both summed up how she was feeling. She felt terrible for lashing out at Jerry; he was troubled himself, though Sasha wasn't entirely sure if it was list itself or the impending visit with the doctor that was bothering him. "You know, Jerry, okay, if you don't w-want to come see the doctor with me and Bix, that's fine. It… it really is." She groaned when another critter came flying out at her -- thankfully they were drawing up close to the hallway where the dorms were. First stop, Jerry's dorm. Shaving supplies were a must - he was kind of starting to look like a hobo. Quote: 90-98: A small, fairly solid creature swiftly begins attacking you! Mob Stats HP: 15 Auto Damage: 5 (hit or miss)
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Bilious rolled 1 8-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-8)
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 6:36 pm
He stepped back, letting her get a swing at the thing while keeping his guard, "No... no, I... I.." He swallowed, shaking his head, "L-look. You... you and Bix know your p-parents. I... I didn't. I knew my m-mother-other-other's name but that's it. And not a word about my.... about my father. I always... always thought it was... you know.. family drama. I didn't concern myself with it. But... I m-mean... "
HP: 43/50
Defending Sasha for: 6
Charge: 2/3, 0/3
Boss HP: 15
Mob count: 2
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bipolar bee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 6:46 pm
Everything was annoying Sasha. If Jerry attacked before she could, she was frustrated because she hadn't gotten to attack. If Jerry waited and defended, Sasha found herself frustrated because he wasn't attacking. The poor man couldn't seem to do anything right, as evidenced by the grouchy look that Sasha gave him an instant before she darted in to attack. Sasha slashed out, hooking the mist-monster with a quick movement before she tossed Jerry a look over her shoulder. "I didn't know my mother," she grumbled, brows drawn down in a frown, "and look, okay… how much do you t-think the doctor is going to be able to t-tell us?" Sasha turned back to face the beast, a scathing frown on her face. This was… frustrating, yes, but she wasn't going to let herself get too worked up over it. Yet. It all depended on what the doctor had to say. "And gosh darn it, Jerry. I'm.. I'm going to warn you, okay. If you or Bix are terrible to the doctor, I'm… I'm… just don't, okay? Please? If we want answers, w-w-we should at least be.. you know, nice. Respectful." Quote: HP: 35/40 (defended) TAR: Beastie DMG: 2 TAR HP: 13/15 CHG: 2/3 || 0/2
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Bilious rolled 1 8-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-8)
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 7:03 pm
"I've only ever b-been respectful of that man," Jerry grumbled, his face dark as he knocked the creature back with Roar's spined barrel before it could attack them again. Alright. There had been that time with breaking the bottle over the doctor's head, but that didn't count. Jerry was fully justified in that action. "And... i d-don't know. Maybe... maybe he knows some records. M-maybe I could... find photos of them. Is all I'm saying."
HP: 43/50
Defending Sasha for: 5
Charge: 2/3, 0/3
Boss HP:
Mob count: 2
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bipolar bee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 7:48 pm
The comment about records gave Sasha pause. If her mother had been a hunter, maybe they would have pictures of her? Sasha's papa had never kept pictures around; she'd brought it up once, and the question had earned her nothing but her papa nearly pulling her ear from the side of her head - all the while chiding her roughly for asking such a thing. He'd been justified in doing so. It was apparent that he missed her mother, and the topic had never been breached again. As she eyed the little fogbeast, Sasha's forehead creased thoughtfully. "You know, Jerry," she took a step backward, half-turning to face him, "the year on t-th-the paper? 2000? That… that was the same year I got my flute. From my papa. The date is engraved on it, t-too." Thinking about that flute and all that it meant to her caused her expression to soften. Jerry had retrieved that flute for her - she hadn't asked him to. He'd done it because he was a friend. A friend that had never asked for much in return. Befeore she darted in, she gave Jerry a sideways glance. "I'm sorry for.. ahh, Jerry. I'm sorry for being so terrible. I'm just.. I don't mean to take it out on you, you know.. this is all. This. It's all. It's all stupid, so stupid." With something of a growl, Sasha moved in to attack again. Nona's hooks whistled through the air, tearing in to the wispy body of the mist-beast. This made her feel better. She was being productive for the first time since arriving back to the island, and it made her feel good. Quote: HP: 35/40 (defended) TAR: Beastie DMG: 4 TAR HP: 9/15 CHG: 3/3 || 0/2
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Bilious rolled 1 8-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-8)
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 7:55 pm
Again, he knocked it back with the barrel of his bazooka, Roar's eyes flaring with indignation. I am not a defensive weapon, meat bag.
"It... it was ... it was the y-year my Grandfather died," He said softly. The year it all went down hill. His grandmother had started getting sick after that and... his life had changed. It had nothing to do with the list, but it was funny how the timing played out, in retrospect. "I just... it woo-would be nice. To... to see them. Maybe... maybe they were Hunters, and that's why they left me with my grandparents, you know? Maybe... maybe they were impressive p-people. Maybe... maybe they're still..." Alive. Somewhere. Stationed. "I d-don't know. It is s-stupid, I guess. Do you um. N-need help with that?"
HP: 43/50
Defending Sasha for: 2
Charge: 2/3, 0/3
Boss HP: 9
Mob count: 2
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