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its me debz
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PostPosted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 4:21 pm


Leslie carefully navigated the slippery floors, clinging to the wall desperately. Thank ******** no one was ever down on this side of the basement, it was why he'd chosen it from the available lots, rather than taking a packed upstairs room. People on all sides made him ******** like none other.

He dragged himself up to the fields, and after a brief stint of getting lost, ******** around with his phone, then getting lost again, Leslie was on the training fields.

It was wound around his wrist, because it said its name was Aleria, but objects didn't get to pick their names. Mutants didn't give their powers a separate name, so the weapon just got to be it. (Even if it did seem nice. Maybe Leslie would pick a better name for it later, after it proved itself.)

He showed up looking like the teenaged hooligan he was: a stained and worn hoodie that was too big for him, jeans with holes in the knees, and a pair of combat boots that had seen better days. Rep was a hard guy to miss: he could see the red hair from across the field.

"Hey," Leslie offered with a wave of a hand, toying with the bracelet around his wrist. "Do I just, summon it and go, or how does this s**t work?"
PostPosted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 4:32 pm




Rep waited for Leslie patiently. He felt good. He felt like he had once upon a time, free and powerful, not dragged down by the heavy shackles that was the awareness that everyone he spoke to knew more than he was comfortable with about his relationship and tastes. With the other man he could have a conversation that was simply pure acquaintances, nothing known other than what had been said on twitter, a single ******** moment where he could pretend he was normal.

The sun hunter had dressed to impress, more than his usual denims, shirt optional combo. He was wearing the whole haul, hunter coat, football shirt, even his gold ring he hadn't worn since Vegas. There was nothing tie dye on him, anxious and wary of being seen as weak or effeminate. He didn't bother with a hat, from what he'd seen of the guy's pic on twitter, he wasn't about to judge his lack of hair on one side for obvious reasons.

When Leslie arrived, Rep looked him over, reminded of some of the guys he'd run with. He had never been Leslie, he had been the guy who wore pristine gleaming white tracksuits and hoodies he clearly couldn't afford, who shoplifted, intimidated and wore the spoils like an ermine cloak. But some of his friends had been like the young man who stood in front of him, and it took him back.

He gave the man the universal head tip of greeting. "Awrite?"

"Usually with spars, both of you summon and then whoever has the balls or the opportunity takes the opening for the first attack. But I outrank you - no that rank matters in anything but experience, so you can get a first hit free. Just to warm you up."

He held out his hand and summoned Tracey in a slanted twist of shadow, letting the poleaxe's weight rest on the ground off to one side, leaving himself open.

"Go for it man, give it your best shot, best way to get better, jumping in at the deep end."


Baneful
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice: 1, 8 Total: 9 (2-16)

its me debz
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PostPosted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 4:52 pm


Rep just looked, like, normal, like he'd expect a hunter to look. Decked out in uniform, the white of his coat almost radiant in the sunlight. Leslie hated his coat, but it was also the nicest thing he owned, so it sat on a hanger in his room hanging off a nail, and it would until someone forced him into it.

He gave head-nod back, catching the general drift. So far, he definitely didn't look or act like some sort of f**, definitely wasn't a jew, and he didn't like bitches to boot. To Leslie, he was the coolest thing around, and the only one that understood his plight.

When Rep summoned his weapon, he was treated to a shocked "Jesus shitting ******** christ on a ******** stick." The axe gleamed in red and black, its runes harshly glowing against the surface of the blade.

"Jesus," he muttered again, and the bracelet on his wrist shifted in a puff of cool air, turning from a barbed string into a tall stave, sharp metal protrusions at the top of it, centred around a sharp gem that pulsed with a clean, blue light. It was a good foot taller than him, and it was clear in the way he handled it that Leslie still didn't know how to use it correctly.

<< Stick him with the pointy end, >> it offered, curious and on edge in equal amounts, << and move yourself rather quickly. It is a very, very big axe. >>

With a running lunge, Leslie managed a glancing blow, and it crooned with a pleasing sort of purr. <******** stop that. It's really ******** weird.

"Sorta like that, I guess?"

hp// 40
dmg// 3
charge// 1/3
Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice: 5, 5 Total: 10 (2-24)
PostPosted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 5:42 pm



Rep smiled only faintly at the other man's surprise at Tracey, he'd long since worn off the swell of arrogance at people being impressed with the axe, he'd learned and learned quickly that the weapon's size was more often a hindrance than a help and that faster smaller weapons could slice and dice him without Harrison to fill in his defending weaknesses.

Instead he paid attention to Leslie's weapon, a staff, long and off balance but with good sharp protrusions to swing around, at least with this sort of weapon he could offer some insights, with guns, whips, knuckles he wasn't much help.

The swing was decent, the shorter man was pretty nippy on his feet. "Aye. Like that man. Best thing I can tell you with polearms or staffs like, is to use momentum with you and like, almost lever see saw s**t. If you hold it right at the end its going to be heavier, higher up, lighter, you can use that weight on other people or it can slow you down."

He smirked a little. "You can use your own weight with it too."

In a gesture which was more flourish than genuine attempt to harm, he held the axe with both hands up the handle, the blow fast but glancing to try and nick the other hunter.

HP: 57
DMG: 4
Charge: Not on your nelly.


Baneful
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice: 7, 4 Total: 11 (2-16)

its me debz
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PostPosted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 6:00 pm


To fight in such a casual context was a completely alien experience for Leslie. Combat was what happened in retaliation to a threat, large or small. It was done with the adrenaline high of a reckless man who didn't have anything to lose, with the hopeless fear of success in any context. He fought like a cornered animal, wild and terrified and relentless.

Never like this, with the guidance of someone bigger than him, with more experience and ... no malice. He didn't trust that it'd last, but if he could learn to be a weapon, then the world would be in his hands.

"Momentum? What does that-" Leslie started to ask, before he was cut short by a demonstration of the practical variety. He scrambled to move, but Rep's axe was just so damn big that it was nigh impossible to avoid. Bracing himself for the incoming pain, Leslie winced-- but the pain never came. Not as much as there should have been for such a vicious weapon. Instead, there was a blunt ache where the axe had struck, and the force of the swing caused him to skid back a few feet. No surprise, there: on a good day and sopping wet, Leslie hovered around 115 pounds.

Huh. So it was just as Jordan had said: it gave him a layer between his flesh and the outside world, something cool that blunted the pain and protected him. Mentally, he felt it cradle him, spindly fingers with claws embracing his heart. << We are not just a weapon. We are not just a shield. We live within you, and we hunger. Strike again. >>

"Uhh." With one hand, Leslie held the middle of his stave, where the grip was. With the other, he held as far back as he could manage. It was heavier, and the blow collided with a bit more force than before-- but it was a little harder to get it right. "Well I suck s**t at physics, but that's pretty ******** cool. If you hold it closer to the end and s**t, I guess you have more control too?"

hp// 36
dmg// 5
charge// 2/3
Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice: 1, 10 Total: 11 (2-24)
PostPosted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 7:07 pm



Rep knew ultimately the time he'd get to spend with this new hunter was short, a narrow window within which he could try his damndest to equip them with the basics of what they might need to know before they found out what he was and withdrew or before they said the wrong thing and wounded his pride. Leslie had too much backbone to be an Al, and he'd already irritated Harrison just by asking this much, time was short, but time was always ******** short and you just did what you could with the time that was given to you.

The strike was good and true, the guy knew the value of learning quickly and learning well.

"You learn fast wee man." he said with a smile that wasn't at all mocking. "And before you get pissed again, wee man is nothing to do with your height. It means you are good, it means I think you have potential. You might suck at physics, I do too, but your weapon knows what its doing and you have to learn as much to let it as you do to learn."

He brought Tracey around in a broad sweep, building momentum before he twisted the blade mid swing, using the flat to flip the whole axe back out of the feint and straight into his opponent. "And aye, you get more control. Also keep an eye on your fear - that is, the energy your weapon steals. When you get enough its going to want to use it's ability whatever that is. That's the s**t that makes us really lethal. They'll know when its enough."

HP: 52
DMG: 5
Charge: Not on your nelly.


Baneful
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice: 8, 2 Total: 10 (2-16)

its me debz
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PostPosted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 7:23 pm


Leslie greeted Rep's nickname for him with a squinty-eyed glare, a suspicious little animal. He braced himself again, and he wasn't sure how long it'd take for him to stop flinching with every received blow.

"I don't know how I feel about my weapon," he confessed, shaking off the blow, and it listened closely, appraising Leslie, refraining from judgment until he damned himself. "It's a little bit of a ******** weirdo. Are they all that way?"

Leslie chanced another blow, this time holding the weapon closer to the crystal, careful of the metal thorns that twisted around the length of it. He dashed forwards, trying to get behind Rep and angle an arced slash up his back. The key word being trying.

"That sure ******** explains why it says it's hungry in a creepy feed us voice." Leslie mentally reassured it that the voice was creepy as hell.

It laughed, and its dual-layered voice sounded like wind and frost and cold. << The freckled one knows us and ours. We have enough. >>

hp// 31
dmg// 4
charge// 3/3
Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice: 3, 2 Total: 5 (2-24)
PostPosted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 10:09 pm



"They are aw pretty ******** weird man." Rep said. "Mine is a ******** hermaphrodite ******** angel. You can't expect monsters, demons and s**t to be very normal. But they do their job, they do their job damn well, and it's worth the sacrifice." he grinned. "I mean look at me, every ******** one of these scars would have killed a human. We aren't human any more."

He let the blow fall, letting the other hunter get a feel for efficient ways to land swings without frustrating him by dodging too readily.

"And aye, they are always ******** hungry. Always always."

Tracey said, cold and irritable. her.>

He steadied himself again, bracing himself lest the shorter man's fear was an offensive one.

"Let's see what it's capable of."

HP: 48
DMG: -
Charge: Not on your nelly.



Baneful
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice: 6, 8 Total: 14 (2-16)

its me debz
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PostPosted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 10:25 pm


Leslie snorted with laughter at Rep's description of his own weapon, and felt better about it.

What are you? he mentally asked his weapon, and his tendrils of curiosity were stronger than he wished.

In return to Leslie's question, the weapon muttered unhappily, growing restless. It temporarily ceased its talk of fear and hunger, in order to unhappily express itself. << We were a demon, crafted of frost and vine and solitude. We will say no more. We are better here, with you, for you are ours. >>

"Mine says it was basically a cold plant or some s**t," he offered to Rep with a shrug. "It talks in like, two voices. They both say the same weird s**t, but it's like two people working with one brain or something. ******** crowded."

In his weapon's flash of woe, all thoughts of consuming the fear he'd gathered was lost, and instead he was stuck with a stifling pressure, and a melancholic wail of unadulterated woe.

"It uh. Doesn't like talking about the past. It kind of cries like a b***h."

That only made it screech louder, and to distract himself, Leslie gripped the staff by its middle grip with both hands, and thrust forward with a jagged swipe upwards.

hp// 31
dmg// 8
charge// 3/3
Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice: 2, 7 Total: 9 (2-24)
PostPosted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 11:02 pm



It was curious, a plant. Sometimes Rep wondered what it was like to have another weapon in your head, the only point of comparison that other not-him with B0nez nestled in his thoughts.

"Two voices?" he said. "That's definitely new. I mean, Tracey sometimes has another voice he uses." The voice he dreaded, the far from human voice that snarled out when the fallen angel let his mask slip, when he was desperate, pained or so angry there was nothing left. "But no much. Sounds like it'd get annoying if they ******** yapped all the time."

He laughed as Leslie went on. "Sometimes they get really ******** butthurt about the past man. Like super
This time the swing was true and nailed his fear shield so hard he laughed, nodding, pleased. "I'd have been ******** glad if they took my past away personally."

He swung Tracey's hook in low, still curious if he could coax Leslie's fear to the surface.

HP: 40
DMG: 3
Charge: Not on your nelly.


Baneful
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its me debz rolled 8 4-sided dice: 3, 2, 3, 4, 3, 1, 4, 2 Total: 22 (8-32)

its me debz
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PostPosted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 11:15 pm


"It's annoying already," Leslie said, bitter, which only threw his weapon's mind into further unease. He'd had quite enough: he was going to put a stop to this s**t as early as he could. He mentally reached out to it.

Yo. Yo b***h. Just, ********, just stop that. It's annoying, I don't care about your stupid past, quit being such a b***h about it. It was downright uncomfortable to listen to the thing's upset mutterings-- it was less weeping, and more monologues of regrets, even if they were vague ones. He didn't catch most of it; only the dregs of sorrow and loneliness and weakness. It gave Leslie's heart an unexpected pang that swiftly shifted into irritation. You're not the only one who was alone. Shut up and do your <******** job.

It stopped, its mental attitude shifting towards the frigid.

<< We apologise, >> it replied primly, and the chilliness in Leslie's mind soon actualized in reality. His weapon consumed the fear it had collected, ice forming around his hands where he touched the staff, racing up his arms and clothing, swirling in hoarfrost as it did.

In the end, leslie felt...rejuvenated, and not just him, but the shield around him did, too.

"Right? I would've taken the ******** amnesia. Jesus. At least it seems to be doing its ******** job, I was afraid it might now." He shook the frost off his hands, and brushed away the rest on his clothes. It didn't seem quite real, not from the same stuff that reality was made of. Weird. "I should probably give it a name, but I didn't like the one it chose. And it's mine, so ******** it. I'll call it what I want."

He laughed, ugly. "It's not like dogs name themselves."

hp// 28+19=40 cos HEAL TOO STRONK
dmg// 0
charge// 0/3, 1/2 used
Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice: 11, 4 Total: 15 (2-24)
PostPosted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 10:14 am



"They don't have an option but to do their job." Rep said with a grin. "It's the one thing they can't withhold, they are our tools, no the other way around. They can't withhold their shield, they can't withhold their help."

He could feel the cold chilliness that was Tracey's attention on him, but the fallen angel was not offended, he knew when Rep was disparaging him and when he was simply spinning things with puffed up bravado.

When an offensive assault didn't come, he assumed the fear ability the weapon contained was more subtle. "And aye, call them what you want. They can't stop that s**t either."

<..> Tracey felt as if he was set to say something, a lurking urge to speak that he seemed to decide against. He noted to ask him about it later.

"But you want to work with them, and not patronise them too much, you getting stronger is linked to them getting stronger. So its defo like, self preservation s**t. Some retards on the island fight their weapon the whole ******** time, and never get any meaner. I work with Tracey, it's kept me alive."

And as if to illustrate this, he casually brought the axe down in an overhand cleave onto Leslie's newly restored shield.

HP: 40
DMG: 9
Charge: Not on your nelly.


Baneful
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice: 6, 2 Total: 8 (2-16)

its me debz
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PostPosted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 1:18 pm


Leslie liked the sound of that: of having control over something autonomous, to bending something to his will. It fluttered, and began to press back on his mind. Most of it was incoherent whispering, but there was a little he understood. << We chose you. We made you and could unmake you. Feed us again. >> It conjured images that Leslie was easily able to push away: denial was his middle name.

"That kinda sucks d**k," he complained, rolling his eyes at having to get closer to the weird weapon, but the blow that followed almost made the idea a worthwhile one. axe The axe cleaved through his protective barrier with the ease of a knife cutting room temperature butter, his attempt to block the blow with his own weapon a complete failure, and the jab at Rep was a weak one. He cussed in a fit of irritation, snapping at the thing in his head. Do your <******** job.

<< We exist as a tool to be used, >> Leslie's weapon replied, << we are as good as our user. >>

The young hunter shook his head violently to clear it, and suspiciously looked at Rep's weapon, and thought of all the power it held. The other hunter was holding back, and he was still able to lay significant blows. "Tracey, huh? Was it always so big?"

hp// 31
dmg// 2
charge// 1/3, 1/2 used
Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice: 11, 7 Total: 18 (2-24)
PostPosted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 3:01 pm



"Lot of s**t on this island sucks d**k." Rep said. "Just have to get on with it, no like I haven't had to deal with worse, and I don't doubt you did either. Its the tough ones who succeed here." He brought Tracey around but kept the momentum going, his own frustration rising in time with Tracey. The fallen angel was him and he was Tracey. Both of them craved the satisfaction of a charge, but Marie wouldn't give them it, not even a ******** taste.

It was like having his wings ******** clipped when he wanted to fly.

"Naw. He was manageable once. I mean. He was about my height, just under. He just wouldn't ******** stop growing. Pray it doesn't happen to you, it's not useful, it just causes ******** problems."

He leapt, as high as he could while confined without the elation of raw fear, and brought the axe down again, more of his frustration bleeding through.

"So many ******** Problems."

HP: 38
DMG: 11
Charge: Not on your nelly.


Baneful
Crew

its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice: 2, 1 Total: 3 (2-16)

its me debz
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PostPosted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 3:13 pm


In essence, Rep was telling him to put up or shut up, and he wasn't wrong. When the sentiment had come from Thompson it had been an insult, an extension of the man's bitterness and regrets, words he shared so he could tell Leslie "I told you so" later when he inevitably failed.

From Rep, though, they were the words of a man that had walked through true darkness, and the strength of the blow that followed his words knocked Leslie clean off his feet. Leslie's head smacked against the turf, and for a moment he saw stars, unable to stand.

<< We cannot protect you if you do not feed us, >> it said primly, each word deliberately weighed and used to hurt, but it wasn't as though Leslie was unused to that. It meant that he tuned out, attempting to retaliate with a swipe that missed its mark by a landslide.

I'm trying. He was frustrated by his failures, at the easy power that Rep had and he didn't. It gave Leslie a goal. If he survived long enough, he would get to see himself the villain, and that was exactly what he wanted.

<< Sweet little scareling. Let us help. >> The words were saccharine sweet, layered over the hunger he'd been given a glimpse of. It was eternal, yawning like a chasm. It didn't matter how much he fed his weapon, it would never be satisfied.

"Jesus," Leslie said, "you're ******** powerful. Christ."

hp// 20
dmg// 0
charge// 1/3, 1/2 used
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