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 Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 6:09 pm
Well, just great. Not a week into hunterdom (is that what they called it? Hunterdom. At least it was shorter than 'being a hunter'), and Horace had managed to piss off some guy who looked like he could eat a bucket of rocks for breakfast. Jannisari at least thought he was being nicely decisive, if hot-headed. The plague doctor kept a running commentary on the things he did that were sub-par. It was a rather long litany. But, Horace consoled himself, he just had to get better. {did not I say you could do this, horace? do not make me doubt my words.} But he doubted and she knew it. Despite this, Horace felt fierce determination in his chest and that meant one thing - training. With a steady step, he ventured out to the fields, thinking he could hit a dummy or find some other person to practice against. He looked around and... felt a little lost. Horace had never really fought before. With a low whistle, he summoned Jannisari into his hands, ignoring her dry hiss.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 6:19 pm
Feeling restless with upset and needing to find a certain calm before packing for the next day's mission, America had first went for a run and then, when upset turned into helpless anger, to the sparring grounds. Wearing cut-off sweats and a pensive expression, the girl rolled her shoulders as she entered the ground and looked for someone to work her mood off with. Seeing an unfamiliar face looking determined but carrying the air of uselessness most trainees took a month or two to shake, she couldn't help a small, sympathetic smile. "Hey!" She called, "You looking for a spar, honey?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2014 9:43 am
"Sure as sugar I am," he replied, smiling warily at the redhead. His smile was a little on the nervous side, but, well, Horace wasn't good at bravado, although he was working on it. The girl was intimidating: the kind of gorgeous redhead seen on T.V., and not in real life. Overly pretty people could be cruel, he thought, and shifted his tekkos to one hand to straighten the white collar of his shirt. Some things never changed. "It'd be my first time, though." He stuck out his free hand for a shake. "I'm Horace Nokoni. D'you promise to be gentle?"
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lizbot rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2014 2:24 pm
Taking in the admission of newbiness and the weapon itself, a sort that she was extremely familiar with through Peyton's jabby-stabby little freight train-self, America grinned and shook his hand without calling up Stryker. "America Jones and I'm hardly ever ******** gentle. But I won't be summoning my weapon, so we should be 'bout even." It was said matter-o-factly, and not intended to be an insult of any sort, but America wore only confidence right not and not the coat that would explain the difference in rank. Shifting, the girl raised her fists in a fighting stance, bringing up one hand in the classic come at me sign.
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 1 20-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2014 5:52 pm
America? Horace's eyes narrowed. So this was the gorgeous girl that Jan had said was horrid and vain.
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 6
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2014 6:32 pm
{if you dislike her, then beat her. do not wait} "So you're America. Nice to meet you." His lips thinned. Suddenly, he sprang forward, tekkos aimed for her stomach. His grandma said to never hit a lady, but well, there were ladies and there were ladies. Anyone who hurt Jan was not necessarily a good person, he decided. Horace was not very good, nor very precise, but he put all of his momentum behind his fists. HP: 40/40 DMG: 7
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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 6
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2014 7:56 pm
"Yeah," she drawled, eyes narrowing at the tone. The hits landed hard, surprisingly so for a first spar. "Well aren't you a ******** firecracker." The redhead managed a jab to his shoulder before hopping back, gaining a small measure of distance to try and assess the guy. "You hear of me before?" HP: 43 Dmg: 3
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 7
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2014 4:53 am
'Yes, ma'am." He winced when she caught him in the shoulder. America was damn quick, he thought mulishly. Horace could she how she'd be the kinda girl that ruined people - gorgeous, but giving off that air of girl-next-door. Jan hadn't given any specifics on what exactly she'd done - although one hunter had claimed Jan had tried to choke her and cut her chest. Horace was desperately curious to know the details of everything, and, at the same time, he was not sure he wanted to know. Jan was his friend; Jan had been bullied (and it seemed like people had leapt at the chance to s**t all over him which didn't sit well with Horace at all); these were the things that mattered. When he moved in close again, his blades scored across her hip, but it was only a glancing blow. He forced his tight smile to relax just a bit. "Some people mentioned you on the net. Though I should've guessed who you were from how pretty you are." He danced back, arms up, ready. HP: 37 DMG: 2
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lizbot rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2014 12:48 pm
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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 7
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2014 12:49 pm
Her expression lightened at the compliment, "Why thank you for such an accurate observation." Darting in, she hit the same spot on his shoulder. "For a moment I thought folks'd been s**t talkin' bout me." It was followed by a sharp jab to the stomach, "There's those as do from time to time. You're moving pretty good for a kid fresh out the pod." HP: 41 Dmg: 8
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 5
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2014 1:39 pm
He doubled over for a second, clutching his stomach, tekkos angled carefully away from his flesh. Well, they were right about her being a little vain. Vanity wasn't necessarily all bad, and he had called her pretty... He straightened up and smiled at her, a dimple popping in one cheek. "I didn't say everything was complementary." Maybe if he'd heard he say those words first, he'd have been likely to feel some kind of sympathy for her. But Jan had the perfect hangdog expression, the entire body language of someone bullied. So instead, his smile turned wolfish and he rushed at her, feinting first left, then right and catching her on her upper arm. HP: 29 DMG: 3
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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2014 4:51 pm
"Yeah?" America raised her eyebrows, "Are folks s**t talkin' or you just stirring the pot?" She didn't seem to mind either at the moment, gaze narrowing at the trainee's weapons, now charged. The girl made as if to hit him but then caution took hold.
"You gonna use your charge?"
Hp: 38
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 8 4-sided dice:
1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 2, 1, 2
Total: 17 (8-32)
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2014 6:04 pm
{you do not require it right now.} He looked down at Jannisari - her runes were glowing brighter than normally. But Horace was persistent and tried to force it abnd it... failed. The spark that flew from Jannisari landed somewhere in the grass. He looked sheepish for a second. "She said I don't need it right now. And I never stir the pot, 'Merica,. Just telling it like it is."HP: 29 DMG:
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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 7
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2014 6:54 pm
"She probably knows what's what," she laughed. "So what's it like, hun? Gimme the bad news," America bantered easily, slipping into the fight more and more, leaving other troubles behind.
Hp:38
Dmg: 5
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2014 7:00 pm
"You hit like a ******** truck. Thoufgh I feel like it should hurt more than it does." The redhead packed a harder punch than his weapons did. Horace had a looong way to go. He moved in slowly this time, gauging the best approach. His hand shot out and the bladed nicked across her shoulder. [coilor=darkred]"You kbnow - the useful Vain, but gorgeous. Slanderer. Bully." HP: 21 DMG: 2 CHG: 1/3
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