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 Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 4:37 pm
Another day, another round of hard physical training on the sparring field, where Finn practiced spinning, jabbing, and slashing his weapon at the provided dummies, working up a sweat quickly in the already too hot sunshine that was just barely beginning to make it's way up into the sky. Early morning exercise was a part of his daily regimen, a schedule that he adhered and had begun mostly out of sheer boredom. The lance swung around in the air, thunking against the dummy repeatedly and viciously , the muscles in his arms and shoulders flexing. After one final blow, he paused, taking a step back before stabbing his weapon into the ground and turning away, chest heaving beneath a plain black wife-beater. In preparation of the inevitable heat and the perspiration that would come with it, Finn had brought a towel with him, as well as two ice cold bottles of water, one of which he reached for now while also snatching up the towel, which he used to mop up his brow. Tossing that back to the ground, he then unscrewed the lid on his water, tilting it up for several long gulps that left it three quarters empty, before, straightening up, he upturned the rest of it on himself, shaking out his hair and arms as he shivered from the sudden frigid sensation.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 10:34 pm
Maybe Finn didn't know it, but for quite some time well after he started his training, he had an admirer peeper observer. Claude had been coming off of kitchen duty and was taking a walk past the training grounds when she spotted someone familiar. Pretty familiar, in fact. Someone who had thrown her on her a** and someone she had gained a point over. It was amusing to her, and she had idly wondered if they'd get locked into any other kind of game again. It made for some fun on this Island, that was for certain. She had stilled, rather impressed by the way he handled his weapon, and well, she couldn't say she was surprised, though. His coat indicated he was a rank above her...still. After her failure to hit anything well in that match with Cee...it was obvious she had a lot to work on still. She settled for watching him. The trainee had taken to crossing her arms and leaning against the nearest post, just watching, impassively, though she was adding her own mental commentary. Also very thankful for her incredible poker face. Like when she had thoughts about how she could do her laundry off of those abs. But also how she lamented that Finn was shorter than her, and that was a real shame. She had a standard, and she shouldn't be lowering it for shorties. Where would she draw the line if she lowered it now? Shaking her head a bit, and as Finn dumped the water on himself, Claude finally spoke up, drawling, "You certainly know how to put on a show."
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 4:03 pm
Finn most definitely was not paying attention to anybody around him. If he had any ~admirers~, he was left completely in the dark about it, and had he known? He wouldn't have stopped to flex his muscles or put on more of a show....at least, not in any obvious way. He could be subtle, at times, if the occasion called for it. But he didn't know, and thus all of his actions, currently, were genuine. And then she showed up. He recognized the voice of the she devil before he even turned to face her, a ready smirk already on his lips. Watching him, was she? Probably just couldn't help herself. "Better, actually, but you had your chance to be entertained by me once before, darling, and screwed yourself out of the offer." He replied, as water still fell in droplets from his hair, glistening along his shoulders and down his arms. He then regarded her for a moment, gaze steady on hers as he considered something. "Assuming you're still interested in some action, how about a spar?" He asked, though he doubted she would accept, given the opportunity for him to beat her a** senseless. Lucyal mmmmmmmmmm yes okay /grabby hands at that
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Lucyal rolled 1 20-sided dice:
19
Total: 19 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 5:04 pm
"Ah, see, I disagree." She shook her head a bit. "I was entertained by you already." Claude then pushed herself off of the pole, and casually made her way over to the Intermediate trainee, her arms still crossed. She held his gaze as she approached, and stilled once she was close enough. Claude studied him for a moment, her eyes lidding. She wasn't dumb. She knew this would not be in her favor...but, on the other hand, it was Finn, and she did need more practice. Not being able to hit the broad side of a barn sucked. "Alright." Claude unwound her arms, and stepped back, summoning her pistol.
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Seussi rolled 1 20-sided dice:
19
Total: 19 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 8:42 pm
He wasn't at all expecting her to accept his challenge, especially considering the very poor note they had left off on during their last encounter. Still, he couldn't help but notice how her eyes continued to roam his body, and even considering all of her scorn towards his difference in height compared to hers. He couldn't say he wasn't enjoying this immensely. "Excellent, darling." He reached over and pulled Trynt out of the ground, twirling the weapon in front of himself effortlessly. He was so going to kick her a**, and it was going to be so very worth every last moment.
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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 6:31 pm
Claude wasn't the type to hold grudges--wait that was a lie. She still wasn't at all pleased with how their last encounter ended, but one of the biggest ******** down falls of this island was that there was no getting away from anyone, at all. Unless they died. So by no means was she exactly pleased to see him again, but at the same time, to go out of her way to avoid him would most certainly be a sign of weakness. Unacceptable. So even if this fight was going to be completely unfair, she'd do it. Plus Evan did say she needed to keep training...so this was part of training. She raised her weapon and fired, but only managed to clip him. She made note to stay light on her feet, so that she could work on dodging. HP: 40 / 40
DMG: 2
Charge: 1 / 3Seussi why did I make her sun OTL
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Seussi rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 10
Total: 19 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 6:36 pm
The sight of a gun pointed at him still made him cringe inwardly, as strong of a reaction as it had been the first time it happened after Caelius had shot him, There was sickening feeling in his stomach, his chest clenched up tight, and he knew, he just ******** knew, that this was going to hurt like a b***h. But all of those feelings disappeared when the shot was fired, when the bullet grazed his shield, and his thigh, but there was no blood. There was no real pain. He didn't drop to the ground writhing in agony. No, instead he just retaliated, hard and fast, his weapon spinning, swinging up, and then back down again, aiming to hit her with both of the quick strikes. If he wanted to show her quite quickly just what he was capable of, he was doing a fantastic ******** job of it. HP: 48 Damage: 13 Charge: 1/3
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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 1
Total: 2 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 7:54 pm
Claude knew this was not going to be to her advantage. She didn't quiet fully realize how much it wasn't going to be at her advantage. This was the first real hit she had taken during sparring since waking up at Deus. The blows knocked her clean off her feet, and she sailed through the air before she landed on the grass and skipped like a stone. The air was completely knocked out of her. " God damn it." She hissed, trying to get a full breath. She then noticed that her weapon was not in her hand, and quickly looked around for that. Claude pushed herself back up to her feet and quickly made her way over to her pistol which had landed in the grass a bit away. She lifted her weapon and readied again, waiting to see what Finn would do next. Her wariness of the other hunter amped up considerably. HP: 27 / 40
DMG: 0
Charge: 1 / 3
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Seussi rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 9
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 8:29 pm
He watched her sail through the air with what might have been a bemused expression, if not for the complete coldness in his gaze, which did not waver for a moment, not even to blink, as she landed hard on the ground and actually bounced. The smile did not leave his face as he flipped his lance in his hand, before tilting it down back until it rested on his shoulder, a hand going into his pocket as he waited for her to get back up, for all the world looking like the smuggest little s**t in the world. When she was back on her feet, he still didn't move an inch. He waited until she strode over to her gun, which was sitting on the ground several feet away from him. He waited until she had it in her hand, pointed at him again. That was when he moved, a quick motion to level his lance back at her, and a pivoting step to have it cutting through the air in a horizontal slash aimed low, hoping to have the scythe like blade take her along her thighs. Not a single word was said. HP: 48 Damage: 6 Charge: 2/3
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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 7:58 pm
She fired off a shot before he got to her. She missed him. Again. No surprise. A brow twitched in annoyance, not at Finn, who was quite clearly running the show, but at herself. If she wasn't producing results, then she seriously needed to be in another Division, and it wasn't for a lack of trying. She was trying alright. On the trainee's side, not a word was said either, and luckily, this time, when Finn's strike landed, she wasn't knocked off her feet. HP: 21 / 40
DMG: 0
Charge: 1 / 3
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Seussi rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 1
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 9:47 pm
She shot again, and at that moment he might not have even noticed if it did hit, or at the very least, her certainly wouldn't have cared. He was out to smack a b***h down, and so far, he was completely relentless. After his swipe at her thighs, his swing brought the lance up, and than down again, aiming to take her on the shoulder, though with the pole part of his weapon and not with the blade. Just one single, sharp crack down. "Are you quite sure you're in the right division, darling?" He asked her, spinning his lance up back up with a light toss that sent it turning in the air back towards himself, where he snatched it back in a two handed grip. "I'm not sure they should have even let you out of your pod. Come on!" He growled, arms opening wide. "Shoot me!" There was a large grin on his face, but that cold look never left his eye for a second. HP: 48 Damage: 3 Charge: 3/3
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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 8:51 am
A small hiss pressed from Claude's lips as he cracked his weapon down on her shoulder. The woman rolled the shoulder to ease the ache, and narrowed her eyes as Finn then proceeded to show boat with his weapon. She was honestly content to stay quiet during this spar, but it seemed the man was going to break the silence, and she listened, pausing as she stared at him. She stared at him for a long moment, a brow slowly arching, before she finally let out a chuckle. Goading her, insulting her...and he apparently was some kind of masochist, since he wanted pain. Oh, Finn. Even if he was an a*****e, he was rather amusing. "Are you sure you're in the right division?" She asked him. "You're a huge d**k with the ego to match, I don't think Moon is the right one for you." She then raised her pistol, pointed it at the sky, and fired. Really, she knew she was going to miss him again, so she might as well make sure to really miss him. "Also, they offer counseling for that." The whole wanting to experience pain bit. HP: 18 / 40
DMG: 0
Charge: 1 / 3Seussi OMG I told you Molly took all the dice luck LOOK AT ALL THESE MISSES!
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Seussi rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 6
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 9:03 am
It was laughable that she thought that she could get under his skin with words like d**k and ego, and in fact, Finn did bark a laugh at her, and gave a shake of his head, not caring in the slightest if she wanted to waste time shooting her gun off into the air. "A big ego and a giant d**k aren't such bad things to have...Oh wait, being a giant d**k, right, I guess I misheard." He began to spin his weapon again idly, not making a move just yet to attack, her definition of show boating the same as his definition of competence. "Either way, darling, I know how to do my job. The only jobs that you seem capable of involve the words hand and blow...though I wouldn't be surprised if you were terrible at that as well." A smirk, and the lance stopped spinning. "I don't need help, sweetheart. And don't worry, I like to give much more than I like to receive." There wasn't much distance between them that he really needed to close, but he darted forward anyways, and flipping his lance around, he slid it between one hand to jab the barbed end of it directly at her midsection. HP: 48 Damage: 7 Charge: 3/3
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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 2
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 11:30 am
Claude pushed some of her hair back over her shoulder. "Your a** must be jealous of the s**t that comes out of your mouth." She observed, growing bored of the jabs at how well she could, or couldn't apparently, perform in the bed room. She aimed her pistol at him again and fired, only slightly pleased it managed to clip him. HP: 11 / 40
DMG: 3
Charge: 2 / 3
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Seussi rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 12:43 pm
Finn smirked as he took a bullet to the center of his Fear shield, stabbing his lance into the ground by his feet and leaning against it. "And yours is just jealous that mine is so much ******** nicer." And got infinitely more action than hers did, he was sure, but he kept that part to himself. For some reason, after having a chance to pummel her a few times, he actually began to feel better, to the point where her nasty attitude and weak comebacks stopped bothering him as much. He had thought about attacking her again, but took this small pause instead. "Are we done here, or did you want to keep going?" He felt like he'd proven he could kick her a**, anyways. What else was even left at thist point? HP: 45 Damage: 0 Charge: 3/3
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