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 Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 4:23 am
Astrid had anticipated many things coming to Deus, and among them had been an enforced schedule. But she hadn't anticipated this enforced schedule, getting up at the a** crack of dawn to totter sleepily down to the labs, scuttling around after someone older and more competent, ferrying runestones and beakers and clipboards and occasionally coffee. Coffee. She clung to a cup of it with zombie-eyed desperation even though it was now noon and she'd been dismissed to the training fields and told to make herself useful until they needed her again in a few hours. She had not done this. She instead had perched herself against a dummy, one arm around its waist because she couldn't reach its shoulders, hanging off it like a drunk off her designated driver, a steaming styrofoam cup in place of a beer glass. She looked like she could use something to wake her up. Give her a bit of second wind. She also looked exactly like who she was: a Creedy, tiny and blonde and tan and freckled and wearing very small shorts and very tall socks. It was like she'd been minted in the same Waifish Beach Bum (tm) factory. It was unmistakable. If she didn't have her curls cropped up into a bouncy bob instead of down in a long braid she might be taken at a distance, in fact, for the other Creedy herself. Or, well, might have, if she'd been awake. Surely Peyton had never shown up at the training fields, particularly not at noon, with that grim look of "******** everything and bring me a pillow" on her face.
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 11:14 am
If Rep had been a normal person, he wouldn't have been on the training field that day, he would instead have been sensibly resting up from the incessant sparring that he'd been subjecting himself to day in and day out. Unfortunately Rep was neither normal nor sensible and that morning he was instead awake and hanging around the training fields waiting for the first few hunters to venture out into the daylight for their early morning training. The Death hunter hadn't slept, he hadn't slept in ******** days and it showed - he had the wildly attentive yet glassy and glazed look of the chronic insomniac permanently fixed on his features. As a result of this sleep deprivation, Rep also found himself stricken with an even more potent than usual level of loathing for that most dreaded of creatures, the morning person. So great was this intolerance that day that he decided he could not possibly ******** endure a spar with a refreshed and bright individual delighted to go about their eager day, he would simply lie down and surrender, overwhelmed with distaste if he tried.
The fact that many of the more frequent visitors had gotten either wise to his spar-mongering or had started to avoid him did not help his quest for a victim one bit. It was hard to miss the fact that he did not look particularly sane or well even by Rep standards, sporting two barely-mended black eyes, numerous bruises and abrasions and dressed in a grey shirt that was stained deeply with blood (presumably his own.) He didn't have time to waste on people who weren't interested so he left the main sparring area with its wary regulars and moved further along, letting his eyes rove over each individual in turn, sizing them up for unfamiliarity, suitability, toughness and whether their attitudes would be tolerable in a fight. Finally he came to Astrid, and rather than pass on by, he paused mid-stride, freezing in his tracks, one foot slowly lowering to the ground like a cat noticing prey. As he took her in there was a moment of confusion, hazy wavering uncertainty over whether it was Peyton he was looking at or at least some alternate version of her, some spinoff from another reality. If he was, it was a reality where outright perkiness had been subtly rationed into something gentler and more subdued, the stark edges polished away and smoothed. There was something gentler about the woman he was looking at, cast from the same materials but from a slightly different mold.
It wasn't Peyton, that became clear. He'd fought the sun huntress just the day before and it seemed doubtful that she would change her appearance so radically in a short time. Plus, he doubted Peyton would ever seem so dazed and tired at this time of day - even if you drugged her, she would probably still maintain that frantic front of invincibility and bright upright strength. No, this was someone new, someone he'd never met before and someone who he found himself immediately jealous of. If only he could be so weary, his thoughts hissed, he might be able to nod off and rest.
Still, the unsuspecting huntress seemed ********> ideal as targets went and reaching out a hand, he summoned Tracey, a gesture which - though without sound - resulted in a jarring twist of shadows in peripheral vision. But he did not hesitate or leave time for a glance (if she was even capable of one tired as she was), before Tracey was even solid, he leapt straight for the woman, mercifully aiming for the dummy she was leaning on rather than her, smashing deep into the wood with a cheerful ********> sunshine. Spar time."
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Rejam rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 6:10 pm
She darted aside, clumsily which is so weird cos I am so used to playing Taym the Tomcat, with a strangled noise somewhere between a yelp and a shriek, losing her coffee as she did so.
It was perhaps to her credit that her instinctive reaction was to summon her weapon to hand: a bladed ring that she almost instantly (and, it must be said, with a faint trace of irritation) split into two curved weapons, wheeling on him. She brandished them in a particularly unimpressive display of bravado, quailing before the enormity and sheer menace of the axe.
"Are you insane?" she demanded, her voice going very high and very squeaky. "I was standing right there."
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Baneful rolled 1 20-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 6:55 pm
"I ******** noticed." he said, his grin toothy as always. "And naw, I'm no insane. Last I checked, completely sane." And he twisted the axe free of the mangled remains with a crunch.
He looked to the spilled coffee and then back to the huntress.
"Dropped yer drink." he said, smugly.
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 7
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 6:57 pm
He did not hesitate long, as soon as the axe was completely free of the shattered dummy, he leapt into action, swinging straight for her once again.
"This time though, I won't ******** miss."
And with the sweeping cleave, he did not.
HP: 50/50
DMG: 6
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Rejam rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 7:11 pm
Her movements were decidedly inexpert, but her size was a natural advantage with a close-ranged weapon, and she only hesitated for a moment, reeling in the sudden clang against her shield, before attempting to weave back in and cleave into his own, curved blade biting more deeply than even she had anticipated. Reau fairly purred with satisfaction. "You are definitely insane," she yelped. "I don't think this is protocol." HP: 34 DMG: 5 CHG: 1/3
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 7:22 pm
Every time Rep fought a hunter with two weapons there was a certain level of uncertainty which came into play, he was used to the way Harrison fought, the hard to predict off-balance blades separate lethal lengths. But it was always tough to separate how much of Harrison's ability came from the nature of his weapons from his understanding of Rep's combat ability.
Still, it meant that he backed off far more rapidly than he might otherwise do, trying carefully to maintain a range that let him gauge how she fought, her first strike against his shield had been a surprisingly sharp one.
HP: 45/50
DMG: Miss
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Rejam rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 5
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 8:18 pm
She paused, a wary look, and then sneered before trying to close the gap he'd just created. The second strike was nowhere near on par with the first one, but it was better than nothing. Part of the problem might well have been the fact that she fought so inexpertly. She fought in the unpredictable way of someone with very little to no formal training, which was its own kind of dangerous. It was graceless and angry. "Well?" she demanded. HP: 34 DMG: 3 CHG: 2/3
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 8:13 am
Rep enjoyed the chaotic aspect of Astrid's fighting, but did find himself watching it a little too much and not paying enough attention to his own defences. What she lacked in elegance she made up in irritation.
"Well I'm no insane. And protocol is if it happens on the ******** training fields it is absolutely fair game. You are therefore fair game and this is all nice and legit." he grinned. "In future I wouldn't recommend bringing yer morning drink out here, its dog eat dog."
His swings were still less than stellar, finding it hard to hit her or predict her movements when she did not bother to restrain herself to a set style. It hit but not half as ******** hard as he wanted to.
"So who the ******** are you? You look like Peyton, you have my ******** sympathies on that front."
HP: 42/50
DMG: 2
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Rejam rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 4:05 pm
"Nothing wrong with looking like Peyton," she said indignantly, her attempted strike falling flat. And, because Astrid had been on Twitter lately, she felt the need to add, face flaring up red: "At least Peyton's got both her nipples." HP: 32 DMG: nope CHG: 2/3
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 4:13 pm
Rep gasped in exaggerated offence at the insult to his poor lonely n****e. "She's got nipples alone, she was at the back of the line when tits were handed out. ********, I have better tits than her, nipples or no. Could say the same about you."
He raked his eyes in degrading fashion across her body. "Are you young or did puberty just pass you by too?"
HP: 42/50
DMG: --
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Rejam rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 4
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 4:31 pm
A frustrated little roar of a noise erupted from behind her clenched teeth as Rep's axe warned her away from connecting with another swing, but it came after a mild snort in response to the comment itself. "Oh boy," she said, "never heard that one before. Gonna go for midget next? Gonna ask to play connect-the-dots?" HP: 32 DMG: nope CHG: 2/3
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 4:47 pm
Rep couldn't contain the laughter at the suggestion he'd make fun of her freckles. "Have you ******** SEEN me?" he said with grim irritation. "I think I've got a pretty ******** sweet connect the dots board here right now." It was the thing he hated most of all, finding himself bizzarely jealous of the tanned blonde and her waifish looks, if only he was blonde he thought, if only he pulled off freckles like some subtle ******** wild animal rather than awkward pasty skin and a scattered constellation of dark freckles which burned at so much as a ******** glimpse of the sun.
"But aye I'm sure life is so ******** hard for you as a hot wee slice of a**. I bet everything you need to do is an uphill struggle and no just a matter of sitting on some big ***** knee." He shifted his stance and swung, but it wasn't particularly impressive, the axe still completely off-balance and awkward to weild. He tried to tell himself it was because she was slight, it didn't console him much.
HP: 42/50
DMG: 1
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Rejam rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 8
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 4:54 pm
Astrid laughed, a little incredulous, a little disgusted. "Oh, sure," she answered, and you could have wiped off a week's worth of sarcasm just touching the two words. "I'm banging my way right to the top of the ladder, coasting by on my incredible boobs and twerk-worthy butt and feminine wiles." She made an irritated sound as the swing of her curved blades failed to land with as much oomph as she would have preferred. "I'm making a great trophy wife for some division lead, yeah." HP: 31 DMG: 3 CHG: 3/3
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 7
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2015 9:15 am
"Aye, just a matter of ******** time, mark my ******** words." he hissed venomously. "It's always just a ******** matter of time with bitches like you. Born ******** lucky."
And lunging forward again with reckless abandon he lashed out at her, throwing his back right into the swing and along with it all the pent up resentment and envy he harboured towards any woman as perceptibly confident and attractive as her.
HP: 39/50
DMG: 6
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