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 Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 9:41 pm
These days Finn's routines seemed to be a compilation of much the same things every single day. Do some patrolling, hit the training field, and do whatever duties that were assigned to him on any given day, be it minipet or pod. Helping out with the farming on the volcano top was practically a break from the ordinary, but not an easy one by any means. With no actual modern day farm equipment, everything had to be done by hand, and that meant everything was hard labour, and in this heat? Not much of a break at all. But in an odd way, he enjoyed it. It reminded him of home. Home before his dad passed away, at least, something he tried not to think about anymore. At the moment, Finn was well underway on the training field, practicing against the dummy while idly keeping an eye out for anyone who might look like they would be willing to spar with him. He needed to practice his defense a bit, and needed somebody who would be willing to hack away at him while he did his best to block the attack. Stopping for a moment to break, he wiped at his forehead with the sleeve of his jacket before letting it slide down to his elbows, then took another glance around while reaching to dig around in his back pocket for the pack of smokes that resided there, a lighter tucked into the box next to them. Nerpin Figured Dory could just wander by or wander up to him or whatever /o/
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 1:39 pm
There was seriously nothing to do - everyone he usually hung around with were off doing something else, since there wasn't much to initially do, since the island was basically a floating black-out. Being in his room was boring - beyond sleeping, which he couldn't just do all the time.
Besides, half the time he didn't have a bed to use anyways, which he really should fix.
So, he was wandering around, listening to the silence of an energy-less island, and the soft nit-pickings of Justice, which was almost calming, when he found himself looking down the training field. He had expected it to be as silent as the rest of the compound, but, to his surprise, there was a single soul doing a few practicing strikes on a dummy. How interesting.
Wandering closer, he waited until the man was done for a bit, eyebrows raising a little at the cigarettes that he had stashed away.
"Allo, what brings you 'ere, boredom, as myself?" He asked, uncertain about his words at first, before shrugging. "Need some company?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2013 11:24 pm
He hadn't really been expecting company, his attention fixated on the few rasping growls of words Trynt was providing him with, ones that he supposed might be considered pearls of his weapons wisdom. Mentally nodding to the few suggestions made on how to improve his fighting style, he had already flicked back the top of his cigarette box, and pushed against the bottom so that that half pack could be revealed, allowing him to pull one out to put to his lips before taking out the lighter next. But a voice broke his careful concentration, and Trynt let out a soft growl before retreating back into whatever dark cavern he kept to himself in, leaving him alone to socialize with...oh god, was that a french accent he detected? "Quebec or France?" He asked, not bothering to answer the other mans question, all the while speaking from around a cigarette before flicking his lighter to life and using it to light up while cupping his extra hand around the cig, inhaling deeply and exhaling around it. This was an important question. It might actually determine if Finn would want your company or not, mysterious stranger.
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Posted: Sun Nov 17, 2013 2:30 pm
What an abrupt question. The sudden words from the other hunter made him stutter for a moment, trying to figure out how he was supposed to answer that. "Quebec." Good start, keep going! "Uh, but I 'ave been to France. Not as good as it sounds." He offered, clearing his throat a little as he looked around, hoping no one was around to bust them while he procured his own pack of smokes, showing them off to the man.
"I am from ******** nowhere, Quebec - I guess you are from Canada somewhere also? Or unfortunate enough to be from France, yourself?" He queried. It was rare that someone could almost pinpoint his homeplace.
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 10:35 am
"It's never sounded all that appealing to me. Bunch of ignorant frogs, and I've heard it smells bad in Paris." He replied, taking another long drag, eyeing the other man up and down. Striped blue coon tails? Really? Okay, so maybe after all of the times he'd dyed his own hair odd colors, he really couldn't be all that judgmental. Finn wasn't too worried about getting busted. His eyes lowered towards the other mans pack of cigarettes, and he smiled around his own. Okay, so now they were getting somewhere! Still, the french accent was annoying as ********. "Calgary, Alberta." He said, not bothering to mention that for the majority of his life he'd lived in a small farming community just outside of it. "You one of those separatists? A big supporter of Le Bloc Quebecois. " He didn't really care if he was or wasn't. Hey, if Quebec really wanted to be their own damn country, all the power to them. He did say it with his own terrible impersonation of a french accent, however. "Come on man, light up. Nobody is around to give a damn." His own cigarette was burned down half way, the mostly empty carton back in his pocket. "And when you're finished we can have a nice, friendly spar." It wasn't even a question, not even close to a request, and Finn's cold gaze didn't make it look so friendly as he made it sound.
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Wandered rolled 1 20-sided dice:
19
Total: 19 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 3:59 pm
"Aw, man, never." He started, giving the other Canadian a little look, before going to set a cigarette on his lips and light it with his lighter "Probably smells like Calgary. Horses, n' farms, n's**t. Not from like, Quebec or Montréal or anythin' like that." He retorted a little, taking a drag of his cigarette before exhaling a plume of smoke.
"Man, ******** the Bloq. Can you imagine it, good ole 'ockey game confused because les Maple Leafs de Toronto needed passports to get in to the great country of Quebec." He explained, thinking about it and laughing openly, going to take another drag of his cigarette as he looked to the other hunter, thinking about it.
"Spar sounds good, 'ow do you want to start this?"
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Seussi rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 4:12 pm
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Wandered rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 5:43 pm
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Seussi rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 7
Total: 15 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 6:47 pm
dmage roll omg
HP: 40
Damage: 9 woops
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Wandered rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 6:49 pm
[ Damage roll o uo/ ]
Finn plz.
HP: 31
Damage: 1.
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Seussi rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 6:54 pm
Finn slapped dat a** with the flat of his lance blade thing
HP: 39
Damage: 2
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Wandered rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 4
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 6:57 pm
[ Damage roll o uo/ ]
Dory dis is not a gaem.
HP: 29
Damage: 2.
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Seussi rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 6:59 pm
mebe it is just a game.
HP: 37
Damage: 1
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Wandered rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 7
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 7:05 pm
[ Damage roll o uo/ ]
Let's say Dory dropped Justice at first.
HP: 28
Damage: 5.
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