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Vanilla Cryptid rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-20)
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 Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 6:30 pm
90/100
Nessa grunted as he twisted her elbow, a little irked that she kept messing up.
She danced upon her two feet as she caught her balance, raising a hand into the air again. The foxfire ignited and swirled to her arm, but seemed to grow bigger and bigger, until it had formed a glaive made from the very substance. It chimed with echoing, phantom bells as she wielded it towards him, jabbing towards his side. She had no intention of truly maiming him or killing him, but a little fear was always good to induce.
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derivative rolled 1 20-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 6:37 pm
The glaive was a little much. Basil twisted at the last moment, arms up as though he were about to dive, stomach sucked in so that he wouldn't be speared. It looked ridiculous, but it got the job done.
Unfortunately, it wasn't the best position to be attacking from, so when he tried to use his momentum to swing a kick at her, he ended just short of his mark.
"I feel like we have some unresolved issues." His tone was light, mouth skirting on a smile, but he did wonder.
Did the woman really want him dead because he'd happened to be bathing when she'd come upon him? It seemed so, judging by the looks of her weapon. It wasn't one he wanted to be on the wrong end of.
He didn't need any more scars, thank you.
HP: 85/100
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Vanilla Cryptid rolled 1 20-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 6:56 pm
90/100
"Oh, I'm only playing, basie-wasie~" she sang, skipping about him in a childish demeanor. She allowed the glaive to dissipate back into five sphere of foxfire, which thus swarmed the poor basil like a hive of angry bees.
She pouted, watching him get pummeled by them. "Come on, why aren't you playing? It's no fun if you don't play."
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derivative rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 9:19 am
"Playing?" So that's what this was? The woman got a wild hair up her butt and decided that, aside from hating his innards with everything she had in her, she would have a little fun playing around with him? Basil would not seriously fight a woman unless she was actually after his own throat, but he supposed he could indulge her.
He lifted a hand, the move casual, like the others before, and the thin needs of venom formed again. He was no fool; she'd seen this attack, and would no doubt dodge it easily. So, he flung them, eyes narrowed just slightly as he did.
The needles whizzed at her, but as they did, they spun and formed a disc. The venom itself, in disc form, could still break the skin, but with the way he'd thrown it, it merely turned on its side and whapped her upside the head. It was a soft venom, one that would only make her face fall asleep for a moment on the one side, and he grinned.
"I suppose I can take a bit of time out of my busy schedule to play." Why not? Lior had gone and gotten himself lost, so he could be patient waiting to be found, was Basil's way of thinking.
HP: 80/100
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