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 Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 10:37 pm
He showed up at her door, in the dim, with a s**t eating grin on his face and a superior rune in hand to light his way.
"America," he called, his voice sing-song, "come out come out wherever you ******** are. I wanna put you on your fine a**, c'mon."
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 10:50 pm
The new, thick wooden door slid open with an ominous creak, which has the girl behind it scowling fiercely. "I swear I oiled that thing this morning," she bitched before offering Leslie a broad smile. "Yeah? Can't blame you. Let's go see whose fine a** is gonna go where. Mine feels like doing a little victory dance, all told."
She was dressed in spandex shorts, an oversized tanktop, and flipflops. Obviously this was a spar she didn't feel the need to treat with a great deal of formality.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 1:00 am
"You're a sweet b***h, wanting to celebrate my victory. ******** beneve-whatsits or some s**t." He grinned, yanking up the falling sleeve of a red flannel shirt, accompanied by the same torn pants he'd been wearing the last time America had seen him. As they climbed the stairs, Leslie ran a hand through his tangled hair, yawning. "What's yours, huh?"
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lizbot rolled 1 20-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 1:04 am
"Only for a sweet boy such as yourself," America smirked. Skipping ahead up the stairs, ponytail bobbing, she called back, "Ball n' chain! Now hurry up, first one there gets the advantage!" Without waiting, the redhead was sprinting out the dorms and to the training field.
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its me debz rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 1:11 am
Leslie took off up the stairs, eking out ahead of America by a hair's breadth. The door leading to the training fields was <******** close, and he was <******** winning, until the b***h straight up goosed his a**. It was enough to make Leslie jump about two feet in the air, but at least he didn't screech or fall over or something as mortifying as that.
"Jesus, woman," Leslie bitched at her retreating back as she busted outside ahead of him, getting back into a running pace, "hands off the goods unless you want a full demonstration, christ."
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lizbot rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 7
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 2:21 am
Reaching the sparring yard, she spun back to him, a golden glow flashing in her hands and forming a large golden flail. "Sorry, can't hear you over the sound of winning! Watch out, honey, 'cause here I come!" The bladed ball shot straight out toward Leslie's midsection.
HP: 40
Dmg: 6
Charge: 1/3
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 2:27 am
Nothing like being a day late and a dollar short, especially when that meant you were getting pummelled with the sharp side of a ball with spikes on every square inch of its surface. "Mother <********>," he hissed, summoning his stave in all its thorned and luminescent glory.
hp// 34
charge// 0
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lizbot rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 3
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 3:45 am
"Oh hey, you have a stick like that Irish kid, Al," America commented, not quite as insulting as she might have been had she not won the race. "Yours looks kinda cool though, are they are a guy or a girl?"
She gripped the spiked ball and whipped it back, the feathered end of the chain snapping low at Leslie's legs.
HP: 40
Dmg: 2
Charge: 2/3
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 5
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 3:46 am
"It's a staff or something," he muttered, darkly, and realised that he didn't know the answer to America's question.
<< Oh, sweet scareling. Ours is not the brightest shiner, is he? >>
Don't be such a c**t.
"It," Leslie snarled, charging towards America and swinging so that the bladed ends would strike her, "is a weapon. It can't be a boy or a girl, because it's a ******** voice in my head." He pulled back, trying to remember the pointers that Rep had given him.
<< Perhaps we could be kinder if you would grant us a name. We are, still, not leaving you. You are ours. >>
"...It talks in two voices and s**t. Says the same words, just. Two."
hp// 32
dmg// 7
charge// 1/3
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lizbot rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 7
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 4:01 am
Halloween has a lot of genders and some creeple have none at all.
America nodded, "Guess so, though Stryker's a he. Had all the bits and pieces before becoming a weapon an' all."
Now don't you be talking about my bits and pieces, ghoul. Mind to your own or they'll get...
The strike was a solid one, hard and precise, with spikes adding a good bit more damage. "Hey, you're not half bad at all." She tried to catch the staff up in her chain, but with very limited success, though Stryker's runes flared dramatically.
"Wanna see something cool?"
HP: 33
Dmg: 2
Charge: 3/3
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 10:54 am
"Dude," Leslie said, jumping back too late to avoid the ballpart of ball and chain, "don't be disgusting, I'm not a f*****t. I don't want to know about your weapon's junk."
Their weapons gleamed against each other as their runes ebbed and flared; blue and red, ice and fire. If he had the mind for it, he would have thought it poetic. He slashed at her, grazing the side of an arm.
"Not on your ******** life, I know what's coming, but you're gonna ******** do it anyway so, just do it."
hp// 30
dmg// 2
charge// 2/3
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lizbot rolled 7 4-sided dice:
3, 1, 4, 3, 3, 2, 3
Total: 19 (7-28)
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 1:07 pm
Rolling her eyes at the not gay comment, he was that type of boy after all, she took the hit of his staff and skipped back. "It's really cool, though, ok! Just watch...or cover your eyes, either way!" Tossing Stryker up high, she jumped after the the ball. Twisting once in the air to make the move extra fancy, America smacked Styker down like he was a volleyball. The ball almost slammed right into Leslie, but was abruptly yanked back by its chain.
In its wake was a large fireball that hit Leslie and wrapped him in a decent sized explosion.
HP: 31
Dmg: 16
Charge:
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 4
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 1:15 pm
"Jesus ******** christ, America," Leslie grunted as the flames faded away, "kitten's got some claws." He coughed through the smoke as it dissipated, waving his weapon wildly as if that might help. "Not ******** cool."
In retaliation, Leslie dashed back into her space, swiping low to take her legs out from under her.
hp// 14
dmg// 6
charge// 3/3
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lizbot rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 7
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 1:46 am
"Hella cool," she corrected him with a grin. "Glad it hit though, sometimes it ends up doing property damage and I get lectures and pay docks." In all honesty, she was a little proud of that fact. Her preening, of course, got the girl knocked on her a**.
Hopping back to standing, she laughed and barreled right back into him, chain wrapping around his arm. "Speaking of kittens..."
HP: 25
Dmg: 6
Charge: 1/3
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its me debz rolled 8 4-sided dice:
4, 3, 4, 4, 4, 1, 3, 4
Total: 27 (8-32)
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 1:51 am
Leslie snarled, remembering when he'd been small and wet and the saddest thing-- thank jesus for having the wits to run off before anyone saw him-- and planted his weapon into the ground. Flecks of ice curved up his arms, the hoarfrost spreading all over his body with a blue sheen, glistening against his skin before fading into it.
"Suck my d**k, America-- this s**t isn't even close to over."
hp// 8 + 23 = 31
heal// 23 because he's an ********// 0/3, 1 used
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