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 Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2015 10:15 pm
One didn't often see an angry Dawson, but there he was: out on the training fields after dark with his trusty cap, cold but eschewing his leather jacket for a hoodie he often wore when the cousins made him workout, frowning deeply towards the buildings where he assumed Chel would be coming from. The floodlights reminded him of being on a stage, which he supposed was apt considering how dramatic he'd been on Twitter. He'd instantly regretted lashing out, but it was too late to backpedal.
Besides, tweeting out a problem was just stupid; better to hit s**t. Even if he wasn't great at it.
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2015 11:01 pm
Chel wished she could have summoned Tenebrae and scared the crap out of him. She wanted to feel powerful, she wanted to feel in control of her chest and brain again.
She just wished Dawson wasn't so easy to manipulate for her purposes. She'd meant it when she'd said he needed something better.
"Glad you had the balls to show up," she said, a touch too flamboyant-dramatically as she rounded the corner, flicking her hair over her shoulder. "Knew you wasn't a coward."
She pulled out her daggers and stood ready, waiting for his attack. Chel was eager to bash his shield into a crumbled ball, poised for something dangerous and different. Impatient for something that would let her worry about other problems for a little while.
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2015 11:04 pm
He grunted noncommittally and summoned his shield; for once, the snarling lion seemed to be the perfect expression Dawson couldn't muster. He was a coward; the apology was still on his lips, a plea to just sit down and talk because he still wasn't that comfortable hitting a girl, much less a friend.
They were still friends, right? The anxiety dug at him more than the anger did. He had no idea what he was doing, trying to pick a fight with someone who had way more experience and had shown quite clearly she could take him down without weapons. But it was better than watching Chel squabble with anyone else.
He lunged forward with a charge, his whole body an itchy trigger finger.
hp: 40
damage: 0
charge: 0/3
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chiickadee rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2015 11:05 pm
It wasn't the weapons or the fists or even the snarling expressions that bothered her; it was the utter silence. Silence was dropped dinner conversations, missed birthday presents, failing remedial classes. Silence was the sign that there wasn't an effort to be applied to talking anymore.
But that was the medium Chel had been raised in, that was the medium Chel using most effectively. So she tightened her grip on her daggers and responded to Dawson's attack in kind.
Her mind worked objectively, and Dawson was easy. Too slow, untrained, far too simple. She slid around his bull's charge and took both of her daggers down the center of his back, cursing him silently for even attempting this fight.
"So what's your deal?" she pushed.
HP: 50/50
DMG: 6
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chiickadee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2015 11:35 pm
The scale burned in her pocket, but she still didn't know how to use it properly. She hadn't tested it against anyone yet, and using it against Dawson felt wrong.
She let it be, for now.
HP: 50/50
DMG: 0
Using: Toxic Scale of Lernaen:
Battle Effect: Once per OOC week, rolling doubles at any point allows you to take a second attack. Roll the dice below yours. (IE: Roll 2d8 normally? Roll 2d6.) Does not affect FEAR attacks.
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 1
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2015 11:36 pm
Chel moved like the wind; he was barely aware of the strike until both lines suddenly burned up his spine where the barrier protected him. Teeth grit, he killed the noise of pain rising in his throat and stopped his charge.
"Told ya," Dawson said as he turned, trying to read the situation as quick as he could. But he'd never fought against double daggers before and couldn't begin to fathom how to combat them beyond beating one or both out of her hands, though that didn't matter much considering hunters could resummon weapons in an instant. (He had yet to notice the daggers weren't of the same make.) "You read the rest," or as much as she could, "ya know I got some stupid chip on m'shoulder."
With his free hand braced against the top spike of his shield, he tried a more controlled swing at her left.
hp: 34
damage: 1
charge: 1/3
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chiickadee rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 9
Total: 19 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2015 9:04 am
It was too easy. It was too easy to slide past the shield, to duck under the metal and to rip up with one of her daggers. Dawson's fist got in the way and she lost one of the daggers with the strike, but she still had her second dagger. She was used to losing them and picking them up later in the battle.
"No I don't," she refuted, dancing a few steps back and holding her dagger out protectively, the way she'd seen Shun do a few times. "You said we were ********' cool and now you're bein' a whiny b***h. So what gives D-man?"
There was a silent hint that if he didn't start talking, her daggers would do it for him.
HP:: 49/50
DMG:: 13 holy s**t
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2015 11:15 am
He couldn't stop the yelp of pain this time, and for a moment he felt a burst of white hot anger. Not at Chel, not at the people he allowed to dictate what his life meant, but at himself. He could barely land a hit, and it was really starting to piss him off that now not only was he whining, but he was whining and not even able to put up the fight he'd started himself. America was wrong: it wasn't learning how to fight, it was just damn embarrassing.
"Tackling me like a runaway pig? Fine. I was a runner." Exhaling shortly, he rushed at her again. Moving was better than not moving. "Tyin' me up in my own room? Not fine." Swing. "Sittin' in my lap n' touchin' my face n' cooin' like nothin' happened? Not fine." Swing. "Didn' say nothin' 'cause ya'll were so inta it, n' Chris made it clear I couldn' say nuthin' bad 'bout ya, but how ya think tha' looks t'me, huh?"
hp: 21
damage: it's dawson
charge: 1/3
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chiickadee rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2015 2:01 pm
Chel couldn't have felt bad about something she had no idea was happening. Dawson had said they were cool, and that meant they were cool. He was throwing way too much at her between the pained inflection of his voice and the force of his shield against the air.
So her hits slowed as her mind caught up, processing what she was hearing. Why had tying up been bad? It was in fun? Why would sitting on his lap and flirting- unless-
Chel should have apologized. She knew it in the pit of her stomach. She should have apologized and swore off the behavior, just like Mimsy and the tweet, just like Jack and the gravestone. Just like so many things because she empathized so deeply with others, and every frown was one she carried on her back.
"I-" The words were even on her lips- she just had to finished and add "-'m sorry." But the syllable dragged into a faltered voice and Chel did something she wasn't proud of.
She was silent, and she let it fester, because she knew that would bother Dawson the most.
HP: 49
DMG: 4
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 4
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2015 6:53 pm
He was already sweating up a storm despite the cool weather. The silence could have meant anything--maybe Chel didn't like talking and fighting at the same time if it meant having to think of an reply--but a partial answer just made him even more anxious.
"You what?" Dawson prompted, a curve of worry in his brows. The frustration burned in his chest and throat, but his weapon was the one with firebreath, not him. Nerves got the better of him without a proper answer. "Look, I--s'all in good fun, I got that, i-it just..." (Why are you backpedalling? Syn chided him. Focus on the fight.) "I coulda done without the teasin' s'all."
hp: 17
damage: still dawson
charge: 1/3
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chiickadee rolled 1 8-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-8)
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2015 7:06 pm
Chel held up her forearm and took a breath. It would make her feel horrible later, but she actually liked watching Dawson step on his own words. She liked bending him enough to snap because she was tired of the carpet being pulled out from under her.
"And what if I don't," she repeated the same phrase she had on twitter. "I ********' mean it- you need to think about it." She was torn in two, Tenebrae claiming a part that threatened to rip Dawson into shreds, and the other part that was soft, tread upon and broken a long time ago. "I'm not changin'." At least that part was resolute. "Don't keep friends you don't want."
HP: 49/50
DMG: --
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 7
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2015 7:21 pm
"I want ya as a friend!" he said hastily. "Never said I didn', Chel. Maybe I shouldn'ta used Twitter like that, I-I shoulda just..." Not gotten so sensitive, put the phone away, said they should talk instead of fight, piped up louder when it was actually happening. Ugly feelings of indignation, confusion, and concern made him nauseous.
He finally, finally hit her daggers, but it was a meaningless step forward. Chel was playing defense, dragging it out instead of just kicking his a** already. Dawson wanted to taste turf, not whatever acid his stomach was cooking up now.
"So....what? Ya gonna keep doin' yer damn pranks n' shenanigans n' s**t? 'Cause I got that part," he said. "I know ya'll, I know yer kinda humor, I know tha's not gonna stop n' I wouldn' want ya to, s'who you n' Chris are. I-I just--" He swallowed, and his words started to grow muddy. "Are ya tellin' me yer never gonna stop teasin' me fer that crush, huh?" He hated that his cheeks were starting to burn now, though it could have been happening for a number of reasons. "Yer never gonna stop makin' me wish I told you yes that night? Yer just...fine with stickin' that part in my face 'cause it makes ya laugh when ya tease me like that? 'Cause I could get over it, Chel, swear I could if ya just gave me a break."
hp: 17
damage: 4 - 2 = 2
charge: 2/3
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2015 8:20 pm
Chel had never been suited for hatred.
"Dawson," she articulated, her own cheeks going somewhat pink with flattery. "You think- you think I hold that s**t against you?" Now she had realized what Jack had meant by stringing Dawson along having consequences. Even worse when she connected it to Hanna.
She held up her dagger weakly, but it was a defense easily broken. "You crushed on the wrong girl D-man."
HP: 47/50
DMG: -- stunned by the feels
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 6
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2015 8:21 pm
He didn't know what to feel--or rather, he felt a lot at once because of course he did. Dawson faltered in the handling of his shield and gave Chel a strange look, at once relieved and pride-wounded and close to laughing at himself because how pathetic this was. "Yeah," he agreed, making the word more of a sigh than he meant to. "Always seem to."
He tugged at his hat self-consciously, almost trying to hide in what shade it gave his face; his cheeks felt like they were lighting up. "Sawry it came across bad. I was real wound up by Twitter t'day. I gotta get a thicker skin, I know, I know." But he still had Claude's tweet bouncing around in his head: only a weak man--
"Just kick my a**, it'll make me feel better." Directing his shield with his free hand, he turned it and jabbed with the tapered end of his shield, the bulk of it breaking past her limp defense.
hp: 17
damage: 7
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chiickadee rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 7
Total: 15 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2015 8:36 pm
There was something irritable in how evenly Dawson was letting her wrap this all up. He was at fault, she was off clean. It was too simple a solution, too pleasant a story to tell.
She didn't know what to say- get madder at me? She didn't like needless conflict and Dawson was clearly dealing with some weird complex. But it itched and her fingers still twitched on her daggers. The result was her outpouring her feelings into the slice of her dagger, the brunt of her force as she used Dawson's own shield and lopsided center of gravity to her own uses.
"Stop beatin' yourself up for s**t. S'why people call you a wife b***h." It was mean, but Chel knew nobody else was going to say it.
HP: 47/50
DMG: 9
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