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 Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 4:01 am
Smiling down at her phone, America made her way down to the sparring yard. She needed to start doing this every day, and Maebe didn't seem like she'd start creepy laughing midway. Taking a sip from her water bottle, she set it and her towel down and began doing stretches to warm up. She hadn't been careful enough of that the past few times, and who knew? Could make a difference.
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 4:15 am
Maebe had been sparring every day, due to the influence of he who must not be named. She found it easier and easier to find partners lately - in more than one respect. She couldn't say if one was tied to the other, but she knew she regretted neither venture. And who knew if the spars were actually going to end up saving her life, one day? America's tweet caught Maebe lying in bed, but she was up and ready for action the minute she'd read it. She practically skipped to the sparring field, slowing down only when she saw America stretching. Mmm.Memories flooded her with endorphins that would surely make her a better fighter, somehow. But also aroused. Really, just terribly aroused. "You are a sight for sore eyes." Maebe's voice - halted and rough, called out. She cleared her throat, and offered America a simple smile.
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lizbot rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 4:43 am
Straightening, America grinned brightly at both the girl and the compliment, "Always a pleasure Miss Maybe." The smile changed slightly as she looked the blonde over, cheeks gaining a new, pleased flush.
She summoned up Stryker, gleaming golden in the sunlight, and raised her eyebrows. "Gonna show me what you got, then?"
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Nio Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 5:05 am
America's weapon was a big ball, and somehow, Maebe found that wildly appropriate. Next you will be implying that I, too, am a phallic implication.Maebe summoned Thaw, slowly, by raising her hand up its forming shaft. In response, she felt a wave of exasperation from her weapon, and grinned. "I thought I already did that." She finally responded to America, lowering her black trident down to point at her. "But I guess I can try."
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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 5:38 am
Maebe did not show America all that she had, at first. It wasn't her style to lay out her cards on the table all at once. Instead, she aimed for a quick jab, her intent merely to keep America at a distance, rather than injure. The tip of the middle trident barely pricked the girl. That, too, felt appropriate. HP: 40 Damage: 1
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lizbot rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 8
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 1:24 pm
With a wink America eyed the trident up and down, and then laughed, "Maybe I just wanted more of you." And then she was hopping back and Styker's golden chain was looping tight around Maebe, tugging her forward with a small yank. Hp: 39 Dmg: 6
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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 12:22 am
Maebe yelped when the chain pulled her closer, ruining her attempt to stay at a distance. Well, she supposed, she was going to have to figure out some other way to bring America down. A few ideas popped to mind, but they had nothing to do with sparring, and would not get her a victory. "I like the sound of that." Maebe offered, using the hilt of her trident to pry them apart. HP: 34 Damage: 4
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lizbot rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 8
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 12:41 am
Grinning at the move, America was forced back and she let the chain grow slack before snapping it back, damaging Maebe's shield further in process. They seemed evenly matched enough, unlike all of her recent spars. It was energizing to go up against people better and stronger than her, even when it resulted in defeat, but someone her own speed was a welcome change of pace. "How long have you been here on the island, anyway?" Hp: 35 Dmg: 6
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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 11:48 pm
How long had she been around for? It wasn't a question she bothered thinking about, until that moment. Maebe was a creature that disregarded time and its loss - she'd wasted more hours at Deus than effectively used them. So when she paused in fighting long enough to count the months she'd worked there, her eyebrows raised slightly in surprise. "Awhile." It had been 8 months, and she'd made little to no progress. It wasn't something she was ready to admit. "You?" HP: 28 Damage: 0
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lizbot rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2014 12:26 am
Startled by the pause, America barely grazed the other girl's shield. "Since September. Feels like longer." Shifting her hands and adjusting Stryker's slack, she continued, "Have you ever been to the Sahara? I mean other than that time you shot Hot Angry Teacher in the a**?" HP: 35 Dmg: 2
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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 5
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2014 1:06 am
The thoughtful pause was over, but it was impossible to tell that Maebe was back to being focused. Her expression and movement failed to give away where her mind was, as they remained slack and loose even as she twirled forward and raked across America with trident prongs. "No." She didn't even sound different from a moment ago. Still lazy. "Not a bit. Heck, I don't even remember much of that time. I think I might have been buried for the whole fight, because everyone says it was pretty scary, but all I remember is darkness and then getting the hell out of there." Helpful, as always. "You're going to the Sahara too?" She knew about Taym and Lawr. She hadn't heard anything about America until now. HP: 26 Damage: 3
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lizbot rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2014 1:14 am
She countered with equal force. Maebe's indifferent attention to the fight causing America to take more care, to ignore the flaring runes of Stryker's charge. "Well aren't you the lucky one," the comment was wry, and while she didn't hold a grudge against the girl, America wouldn't be trusting her near a tranq gun again anytime soon. "Naw, maybe someday, but right now I'm just collecting information for a friend. Place seems like a killing ground, and I'd like to make sure he comes back." HP: 32 Dmg: 3
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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 6
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2014 1:27 am
A friend. Taym.Maebe's face tightened imperceptibly, and the trident was twisted above her head before it swung down like she was hefting a softball, and embedded itself deep into the shield protecting America's stomach. There was a hardness to her movement. "Then they are the lucky ones, aren't they." She corrected, her tone even and detached. HP: 23 Damage: 7
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lizbot rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2014 1:44 am
The attack, unexpectedly strong and direct, knocked the air out of her, leaving America flushed and gasping, but not unhappy with the change. Getting her voice back, she gave a small, huffing laugh, tinged with confusion. "How could that possibly be?" Stryker shot forward on his chain like a bladed bullet. HP: 25 Dmg: 5
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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 6
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2014 1:57 am
Maebe liked America much more when she was flushed and gasping. There was a small, nostalgic smile flickering on her face for just a moment, before she returned to detachment and brought the trident up flush against her, in an attempt to defend the incoming attack. It was relatively useless - Thaw was not built for defense, despite his Fear and her Division. Maebe stumbled back from the force of the hit, and immediately countered with a slash of the trident claws. "Because he has you. And you care. That makes him lucky." There was nothing malicious in her voice, but behind the words, she felt her blood begin to boil. HP: 18 Damage: 3
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