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 Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 2:32 pm
Matt waited near the training fields, wearing the same clothes he had wore jogging earlier and bearing the same dark circles under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept at all. He did, or at least he did find a chance to cram at least a few hours after taking half a shift for someone at the infirmary. Pulling out his phone he checked the time, he was suppose to meet another trainee for a sparring session before having to return on shift. He knew of her, hadn’t really talked to to her and he had his doubts if he should be sparing with a trainee but as long as she was ok he wouldn’t stress a lot.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 3:17 pm
There, but not immediately visible. Gretchen was sitting on the patchy grass neat the training dummies, bent over her own legs as she stretched out. Supposedly she was meeting someone. An intermediate by the name of Matt. A familiar sounding name that she was having difficulty placing a face with. She was sure she'd heard her, more than once, but when and where were escaping her. Humming lightly she unfolded herself, rotated her upper body left, then right, and rolled back up to her feet to stretch her arms up over her head, fingers lacing, to stretch her shoulders, back, and chest.
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stella cinere rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 7:30 pm
After waiting a few minutes Matt got up and started to walk around, to see if she was somewhere around the grounds and he had still missed her. It was a slow grudging walk but eventually he caught sight of someone stretching, he was pretty sure it was her but he waited till he got a little closer. "Hey! Your Gretchen yes?" It was not the best introduction but Matt's mind couldn't think of anything better to do, it wasn't entirely there when it came to words and things.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 7:49 pm
Gretch rose up on her toes, arms arching, before she finally settled flat footed again, turning as she heard the sound of someone approaching. At the introduction she smiled warmly at him, wiggling her fingers in a little wave as he came to join her. "Yes I am! Which makes you Matt, am I right?" Her voice had a slight, tornado alley drawl to it. The hand she'd waved at him was extended out for a shake. "It's nice to meet you." To have a face to place with the name finally. He was a tall one. Tall enough that she felt short standing next to him.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 8:30 pm
“Yes.” He gave her a pleasant smile, one that he normally gave everyone at the infirmary as well when he did his rounds; it was almost permanent fixture on his face some days. Not that it mattered really; he at least did mean to be friendly to her and the same for anyone else he met. He took her hand and shook hers. “Nice to meet you as well, sorry for being a little late in getting here I wasn’t sure where you were.” She wasn’t too short, not to say almost everyone was short to him, but she at least had a normal height for most women.
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Beejoux rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 6:51 am
She gave his hand a firm shake, just like her daddy had taught her, grinning nightly up at him. "Naw, s'fine. I don't got anywhere I need to be in a while, so no rush." And it wasn't as if Gretchen relished combat. She would have been happy to never have to summon Devika again, but that just wasn't rational or likely. So, she practiced, so she wasn't completely helpless when things went wrong. "So shall we get started then?" She took a step back, hands coming up as summoned her no staff in a flash of purple runes.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 8:29 am
He returned her grin; at least he hadn’t caused any problems for her or at least not yet. Matt summoned his own dual ended spear the familiar blue runes and rather overly elegant butterfly designs. At this point he had gotten use to his weapon, and for whatever reason had grown even fonder of the design over time. There was no longer a look of embarrassment. “Sure, you can swing first.” He already had an advantage over her being an intermediate, there was no reason to immediately rush in attacking.
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 1
Total: 2 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 3:13 pm
"Well, if you insist." There was a brief pause as dark eyes took in the staff, the butterfly designs on either end, then she snapped her attention up to his face again. Fake foot drifting back, Gretchen sank into practiced stance, staff ready at her side. ( Do not get cocky, ghoul. You are a rank beneasssth him.) I know, I know.And yet, when she swung the staff at him a second later, she still managed to miss. The blunt end whistling past the point of his nose. "Ah, crap." HP: 40 DMG: y CHG: 0/3
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stella cinere rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 8:18 pm
--- lack of sleep rolled the wrong dice SORRY
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stella cinere rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 8
Total: 15 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 8:31 pm
---OMG ITS OFFICIAL I SUCK I SHOULD JUST GO TO BED....
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stella cinere rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 9
Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 8:32 pm
Gretchen missed him, barely as the end of her staff whizzed past his nose, as his body didn’t flinch from the attack. He immediately without thought swung his staff in an effortless motion, aiming for her midsection as the end of the spear smacked hard against her body with a resounding crack. “Sorry,” He hadn’t meant to hit her quiet so hard at the start. HP: 50 DMG: 10 CHG: 1/3
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 8
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2015 8:32 pm
( Conssssscentrate! Uselessssss ghoul!) The crack of the staff against her arm was hard enough that Gretchen nearly dropped her own, yelping at the shock and the dulled pain as she retreated a few steps. Her weapon hissed furiously in her head. Gretch grabbed the long handle of the bo staff, drawing it up level at her side. Stepping forward, she drove the blunted end forward, aiming for the tall man's stomach. "Ain't nothin' to apologize for. This is why we're here, right?" HP: 30 DMG: 6 CHG: 1/3
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stella cinere rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 8
Total: 15 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2015 8:52 pm
Her blunt end collided into his stomach; it hurt taking the breath from his lungs only for a moment as he kept his footing still. “I know, but it doesn’t mean I don’t have to be completely rude hitting someone too hard.” He almost said woman but he refrained from doing so not wanting to offend her on the safe side. A forward jab, he let the end of his spear wiz past her ear above her shoulder before bringing it down with a loud thwack. HP: 44 DMG: 9 CHG: 2/3
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 8
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2015 5:23 pm
"Is it rude?" She might not have enjoyed being whooped on in a spar, but she didn't consider it rude. Well, not when it was like this. She supposed it might be different if she were up against someone that bore down on her relentlessly. That hadn't happened, as of yet. Another solid hit sent her staggering, knees almost buckling under the force of the blow. Another irritated hiss buzzed through her mind, and Gretchen swung her staff before she'd even regained her balance, sending the wrapped end of the staff into the other hunter's side. HP: 21 DMG: 5 CHG: 2/3
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stella cinere rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 5
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2015 9:55 pm
“Maybe rude is the wrong word, I hadn’t met to hit you so hard from the start.” Maybe it was just normal reaction to jump into saying sorry for him, the same was when had to do something that involved more pain in the infirmary. It was easy to say sorry, even though it was necessary. The blunt in slammed into Matt side as he flinched from the sharp pain, it wasn’t the worse he had been hit. Oversized ax and scythe had been worse. He returned the swing aiming just below her ribs. HP: 39 DMG: 9 CHG: 3/3
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