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 Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 10:21 pm
It was nice to have his weapon back to normal. Now he could walk the hallways without worrying about encountering some weird freak, and Saliva wasn't running amuck doing whatever a pudgy, pouty, worm-lady did all day. That and not banging on his door over and over to be let in to "cuddle" for the night (which was just her own phrasing for wanting to steal his bed).
Now she was back to being a gun, and now HE controlled when she fired. No longer was he stuck just standing there staring at a dragon or whatever else and wishing he could do something. That power change during that battle greatly bothered him.
It did take them a day or so to recover from that fire through, but she didn't object to being taken out to another spare. In fact, she was blaming him for her being pummeled so easily.
Huffing, he was back to playing target practice again and shooting at the dummies again.
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 10:36 pm
Back in his mind where she belonged. Tenya having a body was a menace to his sanity. It was worse than her being in his head 24/7. Which he'd never thought was possible. Finally, he could get some decent training in. No more distractions. Oh look, someone in the training fields. Possible punching bag? <>Meh. Maybe.<> Tenya was somehow okay with not having a body again. She seemed just as content to haunt his mind. "Sup." Otto called out, not bothering to remove his hands from his pockets yet. He didn't really recognize this hunter trainee.
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 11:16 pm
Melvin paused, holding up his gun as he looked over at another hunter arriving.
Lots of hunters just spring up when you're here.
Well the others did say that your status is dependent on how well you use your weapon. Probably because you live due to how much you can kill and keep from those creatures from killing you.
Yeah. You're so below these guys. The weakest disappoitnment I've had the displeasure to pick.
I didn't keep you from kicking that fog-thing's a**. Don't blame me. If anything, we're shared status thanks to this WONDERFUL relationship we have.
You need so much more training. Everyone else can kick your a**.
Melvin didn't want to hear this. So far, all his battles had been bad ones, including the spars. Nothing was going well for him, and his only way to improve was to try hitting these dummies better and better.
The other hunter arrived enough to really get a good look at him, and Melvin wanted to sigh.
Everyone here looks like they just rolled out of bed.
..And skipped breakfast. Look at em! Do all humans starve themselves?!!
I don't think this place promotes a healthy appetite.
This guy was a mess though. His shirt was only tucked slightly but crinkled and wrinkled. The beanie just made him look unclean, as if he was hiding a bad hairstyle, and his baggy clothes and exposed boxers made him want to turn him around and point to the nearest laundry room to do SOMETHING about his wardrobe.
Instead, he gave a obligated wave back. "Hello." He said, staying in place to show he was taking this dummy and that the others were available for him. He took aim again.
The egg pod shot out, glowing green before it nicked the dummy and splattered, sizzling slightly. Damage: 2
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 11:31 pm
Otto scratched his belly, watching the stranger stare at him. He held an air of indifference for now, settling his hand back into his pocket and watching Melvin shoot at dummies. "Ya'know.. its like... better trainin' if you try and hit a moving target. Dummies don't fight back." Otto said oh so helpfully. This guy looked like a total nerd. His clothes were weird and prepish, like he was in some kind of Strepford wife family unit thing. It was creepy, and Otto would love to volunteer to get a little dirt in the guy's nails. And shirt. And everything. "I'm feelin' generous today, so I'll help ya out." He didn't look the helpful type. Pro tip: he isn't the helpful type.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 12:08 am
Melvin didn't like this guy's tone, and glanced back at him as he held his gun up. "Moving targets would be good, but I was here alone and I don't exactly have other options." He pointed out. Obviously he wouldn't have a moving target when he was by himself in a field of rooted dummies. There was no point in mentioning that he needed help with still targets before he even started stepping up to moving targets.
"You certainly don't have to go way outta your way for just me. I wouldn't want to impose on your good will." He wasn't here for anyone to feel as if they were doing HIM a favor. There was no way he was about to feel indebted for this man's good charity in fighting with him.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 10:07 am
"Aight.. lemme put it this way. I need a moving target." He clarified with a raised brow. "You'd be doing me a favor. How's that? Better?" Otto wanted some practice with his damn boomerang, and moving targets made it way more life like. Otto summoned Tenya just to make his point crystal clear. "So uh. Pretty please and all that crap?" Despite his words, he still looked grouchy as Hell. The ever present scowl never seemed to leave his face.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 1:52 pm
That was better, and Melvin's expression improved. Despite this, the other man seemed still to be frowning, and he wondered if he needed a moving target to let out some frustrations over something else before he came on the training field. This probably meant fighting Melvin would help him vent, and the Lifer was worried that it might mean he would get pummeled.
You always get pummeled.
Didn't need your input.
"Sure. I need practice." He stated, before stepping back when the massive boomerang appeared. It was well over the size of the hunter, and Melvin turned to see if he could look at the man's coat. "You're ...not a sun, are you?" He associated big weapons with Suns.
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Bittiface rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 1
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 3:49 pm
There. Otto got his way. As it should be."Nope." Otto replied, readying his weapon to be thrown. "Death."The blonde wasted no time. He had consent, so he simply wound back and threw the boomerang towards the gun toting Melvin. HP: 50
Damage: 1
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 5:22 pm
There was no warning. The man hadn't even given him his NAME yet before he threw the weapon at him. This place was severely lacking in both personal appearance and manners. They were just either punks or PMSing jocks! There were a FEW who had been nice and informative, but the rest seemed hellbent on beating up anyone they crossed. It was becoming more of a danger to train and be targeted than not practicing - or so he felt.
He misfired out of surprise, ducking from the boomerang that just grazed him, before bolting up as he started to back up. "HEY! Some WARNING first! At least pretend you were taught some manners!" He huffed, moving back as he adjusted his grip on his gun.
What a d**k! Let me blast that smug look off!
I'll try and aim my best.
HP: 39/40 Damage: Missed
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Bittiface rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 3
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 5:59 pm
HP: 50
Damage: 5Pretend he was taught manners.... hm... how novel. "Woooow, you really do have bad aim." Otto commented in a chiding tone. The weapon came flying back into his grasp. "I dunno bout the manners, dude. Never been patient."The southern teen reeled his arm back and hurled the weapon back in Melvin's direction.
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 6:39 pm
"Manners is about being decent, but I guess I'm talking to a wall here." He brushed it off. There was no point educating something at the current moment when he was throwing weapons at you. It was only upsetting him more how the introduction went. No hand shake. No given names. Just a huffy judgement on non-moving targets and a desire to fight.
For now, he kept his distance, but unlike the other hunters he fought who used blades, this man also had a ranged weapon and knew how to aim. Melvin's luck in accuracy was pretty much summed up in him taking aim and firing, watching the egg fly past the Death Hunter and hit the ground to his right a foot or so away from the target.
Do you NEED stronger glasses? I don't think the ones you are using are working
HP: 34/40 Damage: Proving Otto's point
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Bittiface rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 9
Total: 18 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 7:26 pm
HP: 50
Damage: 12Ah, right. Decent. He wasn't that either. He had one thing right. Talking to Otto about manners and decency really was like talking to a wall. The teenager had a lot of issues he was dealing with, and Melvin just so happened to be around to vent on. And since talking about his feelings was something Otto was no good at, beating someone up was the next best thing. The teenager caught his weapon again, tilted his head away from the attempted shot from Melvin, and aimed once again. "Dude, I don't think I even gotta move. You suck that bad."The small teen reeled back and hurled Tenya toward the other trainee again. This one was a bit stronger than the last few throws. He really was venting with force.
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 1
Total: 2 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 8:16 pm
He was really, really, really hating this guy, and the fact he seemed to not even CARE about the fact he might just suck because he was new didn't seem to even register with this guy. His sick kicks were being met, and whatever venting he needed or some pissed off aggression no doubt coming from not being hugged enough when he was a kid was being thrown his way.
Adjusting his goggles, he could only shoot a sharp glare back. His voice was only barely rising enough to carry to he Death Hunter. "That's why I was hitting those." He said, throwing his hand in the direction of the posted dummies. "If you even spent one second asking about ANYTHING, you might have known that. I've only just started working with this gun." This guy was the p***k who expected him to be a sniper with his gun when he never even fired a handgun all his life until now. Well, if you could call his weapon a gun. It wasn't exactly traditional.
The boomerang came his way, and it was far too wide to dodge it. I have a shield. I have a shield. He reminded himself of this, but that didn't mean that it didn't hit hard. Kneeling down, he hissed out a breath as he set one gloved hand on his knee as he took a short breather. Why did everyone he meet have massively huge weapons and he had a freakin Nerf Gun??!!!
Standing up straight, he took aim, but it was only hitting close by. He might get half a foot away from his target, but it just wasn't hitting. Even with the standing target, he barely just grazed it. Otto could have stood still and been just fine.
At for Otto, Melvin wasn't exactly moving too much. The Life Hunter had to stop and aim before he fired, meaning he wasn't doing much moving about.
HP 22/40
Damage: No damage ever!
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Bittiface rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 8:33 pm
"Aw, poor sucker doesn't know how to use a gun. Booohooo.." Otto drawled in a deadpan tone. His give a ******** for Melvin's point was missing and likely dead. "Practice makes perfect, buddy. Negative reinforcement, ya know? You miss, and I hit." Aw yeah. getting out the feels. Feels good, man. He hadn't met someone to bully in ages. The boy still didn't smile or even smirk, and simply hurled the weapon back at the goggled man. HP: Always full, never not FULL (50)
Damage: Oh look, melvin learned to DODGE
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 8:39 pm
This guy is a complete a*****e. Great.
That and you really do suck.
Melvin was well past done with assholes, but they were a normal annoyance, which meant all effort to befriend this man (meager as it was) was tossed to the wolves. This guy was a d**k, and he could care less about him.
"Yeah, because evidence has shown hitting someone greatly improves their performance. I'm sure they encourage that in businesses and schools all the time." He rolled his eyes, and then dropped down to duck as the massive weapon was thrown overhead. The wind off of it slightly ruffled his hair, but he patted it back in place before rising.
He took aim once more, but again he was constant and kept missing.
HP: 22/40
Damage: Nopes
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