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 Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 2:18 pm
Unfortunately for Dawson, when Chel wasn't around Chris had a big hole in his workout schedule. Sometimes working out alone just didn't feel right. Chris was in need of a substitute.
Also unfortunate, was that Chris was used to working out early. So Dawson received a barrage of texts at an ungodly hour, only seconds apart. Text to: The D wake up ******** class="clear"> Text to: The D wakey wakey eggs and bac-y Text to: The D well no bac-y. i ain't got bacon. wake up anyways Text to: The D meet me in the pit ******** class="clear">
Text to: The D actually just meet me on the training field. pronto, b***h.
Should Dawson finally make it to the training fields as requested, he'd find Chris doing obscene stretches. If the gross wet pieces of his hair poking out from under his hat were any indication, he'd already been working out for some time. He had dark bags under his eyes, but if he was as exhausted as he looked, it didn't appear to have an effect on his training schedule.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 2:46 pm
It was supposed to be his day off. A rare, well appreciated gift given that as a trainee he often was booked with the basics just to keep up with everyone else. But unfortunately Dawson slept with his phone at his side, and Chris quickly turned from bro to shut the ******** up son.DarkHeartedSorrow Text to Chrisbro: first all how dar u say backn n not have any THATS A CRADINAL SIN U d**k Quote: Text to Chris: 2nnd all UR ON U MESSED WIT THE BEAR N NOW UR GETN MAULED SON Bold words given he was still half asleep and tucked in his mattress at the time. Dawson yawned and crawled out, ignoring his sore he still felt. Between joining the cousins' workouts, weekly spars with Claude, and the artifact adventure with Maebe, he was surprised he hasn't turned into beef jerky yet. < All my doing, of course. >Eventually he hauled himself to the training field, in his usual gym gear and with his shark cap on. He called out, "BRUH. WHAT THE s**t I WAS SLEEPIN'." Then he saw that Chris actually looked like s**t and furrowed his brow. "You sure yer good fer n' a** kickin'?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 2:56 pm
"SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK!" He bellowed back, unfolding himself from whatever a** backwards yoga stretch he'd worked himself into. In the process, he revealed yet another one of his stupid gym shirts.
He smiled as if that would hide the pallor of his face and flexed one arm. He'd quickly put the muscle tone that he'd lost in the caves back on, and then some. Too fast, a infirmary tech had scolded. He'd laughed her off. "Does it look like yer gonna kick my a** bro? I ain't goin' easy on you just 'cause you just woke up." He clapped his hands together once obnoxiously. "Stretches first, cowboy. You ain't callin' out with a cramp."
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 3:04 pm
Okay, the muscle tone was intimidating for several reasons, but he couldn't back down. "Sleep's fer champions!" Dawson boasted back as he turned his cap around. Business time. "Tha's why you gonna lose, son. You look like you ain' seen the sandman in weeks."
It was easy to hide his concern as he doubled down to stretching.
"Meanwhiles, I'm fit s'horse!" And so very, very sore, Jesus, he couldn't complete most of the stretches.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 3:12 pm
"Sometimes you just don't sleep, man," Chris said, as if it were that simple. "You gotta be able to push through it. I'm master class at that s**t, bruh."
Chris was kind enough to help Dawson through his stretches. Even though it got them very up close and personal, but he was doin' it for you bro. Totally all for Dawson. There was no ulterior motive at all. My what nice thighs you have. He kept his head ducked to hide the burning red of his ears.
"Yer belly's as round as a horse's too, bro," he said, standing back. "Since yer the baby trainee I'll be nice and let you have first swing." He waved a hand with a cocky grin. "Gimme yer best shot."
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 8
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 3:15 pm
And all he could think, oblivious to Chris' eyeing, was red alert red alert bro needs to stop a bro this guy crazy. No sane person had the schedule Chris did and said sleep was bad. Hell, no sane person worked out that much and could call it healthy.
"Baby?" Snorting like a bull, Dawson summoned his shield and grinned right back. "Bruh, yer gonna be the one cryin' fer yer mama when we done!" he cried as he happily took advantage of that generosity and swung at Chris' chest. "You say yer master class? Well I'ma still school you."
Hp: 40
Damage: 5
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DarkHeartedSorrow rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 9
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 3:25 pm
He stumbled back slightly, but used Dawson's proximity to get a quick swing in at his ribs. Chris was made for close combat. "You think your tiny punches are gonna make me cry, man? Chel hits harder in her sleep. Yer gonna have to step up your game if you wanna get some tears outta me."
hp: 45
dmg: 7
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 5
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 3:35 pm
He grunted as the blade slipped under his shield but stayed locked with Chris. Both of their weapons were better suited for close combat anyway. "Least she does," Dawson retorted, his free hand grabbing Chris' wrist to shove it down while his shield bashed up under his chin. The wrestle wouldn't last long given their ranks, but damn it if he didn't try. "Yer kinda worryin' me with them black circles, man. Hell, you been worryin' me fer a while now. Even the Cap's gotta catch some z's."
Hp: 33
Damage: 6
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DarkHeartedSorrow rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 1
Total: 3 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 3:47 pm
Chris faltered hard with the hit to his chin. It brought him stumbling forward, right into Dawson's very broad chest. Which was distracting, to say the least. He sputtered as he reeled backwards, trying for a quick recovery. "Uh. Cap only needs a couple hours every few days. I'm probably managing more than that." He shrugged. There was other s**t to worry about. Dawson's training. Chel's bracelet and general safety. Personal revelations. He was keeping himself busy. "Don't worry so much, bro."
hp: 39
dmg: miss
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 6
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 3:53 pm
Don't worry so much. Haw. He literally haw'd aloud and chased after, reaching for Chris' shirt to yank him back and slam against Syn again. Metaphorically and physically, he wasn't going to let it go.
"Okay, bad example. But you know what I'm gettin' at," Dawson said with a frown, wincing as the action made a muscle spasm in his back painfully. "S'good yer workin' out n' bein' healthy, man, but m'kinda startin' t'think yer overdoin' it. You ain' even been givin' yerself breaks, I know you don' when I'm there. Yer gonna hurtchaself."
Hp: 33
Damage: 7???
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DarkHeartedSorrow rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 3
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 4:03 pm
"Augh!" Chris cried out as his face collided with the shield again. He felt like a cartoon with little stars spinning around his head. s**t that hurt. "It's a good kinda hurt. No pain, no gain," he grunted. He grabbed onto the shield with his empty hand and used his other to swing down hard on the top of Dawson's arm with the metal plating on Ava. Hopefully it'd be harder to keep up a good defense if his arm was throbbing.
"Seriously man. I'm still up and moving, I'm fine."
hp: 32
dmg: 6
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medigel rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 4:15 pm
With a yelp Dawson let him go and stumbled back, curling his arm towards him as he sucked in a breath. His argument was lost in the midst of it; instead he focused on letting the collected Fear go, and with an embery glow of the lion's eyes, a second, fiery layer of protection settled over his body, giving him a slightly golden glow.
"Alrigh', man, whatever you say," he replied, utterly unconvinced. "You still look like s**t, though. You got muscles, yeah, but flexin' don' help me a damn bit if ya look like yer gonna collapse."
Hp: 27 (10 Hp barrier for 3 turns)
Damage: n/a
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DarkHeartedSorrow rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 1
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 4:32 pm
"Luckily I'm so hot that I still look better than you even when I look like s**t. Oh burn." Since Chel wasn't there to back him up he had to be his own hype man. It was mildly pathetic, but 100% to be expected.
He hesitated as he watched the glow settle over Dawson, but he couldn't just not attack. He settled for a cautious punch, screwing up his face. "This makes ya look like a fairy."
hp: 32
dmg: 4
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 5:36 pm
"I'm the guy with a fire thing, n' you think yer hot s**t!" Dawson noted incredulously, laughing. "No wonder ain' been a lady hittin' ya up, shoo, yer ego's too big n' fulla hot air."
Chris' lunch was barely felt, it seemed; he retaliated with an equally cautious shove of the shield for getting too close. His arm throbbed still and prevented him from attempting something more. "Bring it, bro, I can do this allllll daaaaaay."
Hp: 27 (6 hp barrier for 2 turns)
Damage: 2
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DarkHeartedSorrow rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 7
Total: 17 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 5:48 pm
Chris threw his hands in the air. "Why are you so fixated on the fact that I ain't got a girlfriend? News flash big guy, not everything revolves around gettin' a chick. I got enough on my plate with you and Chel, don't you think?" He slammed a hit into Dawson's gut, looking way too fired up. "Maybe I don't even like the girls around here, huh? Ain't nothing wrong with that."
The lady doth protest too much. If you squinted, it could very loosely be blamed on sleep-deprived crankiness. It was just a good thing Chel wasn't there to see through his bullshit.
hp: 30
dmg: 11 now u ******** up now u ******** up now u have ******** up
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