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 Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 4:12 pm
"Why exactly is it ******** fitting for you? Life size /replica/ ?"
He was momentarily baffled out of his anger as he listened to Jerry's question, wondering what he meant with the earrings, his brain generally needing a bit of a run up to complicated questions of that nature. He had no idea what ear meant what but /again/ this guy had the gall to try and turn his own insult back on him. This would not do, he needed a bit of a lesson and Rep was confident he could give it to him.
"You'd know where to find the ******** queers wouldn't you?" he snarled, leaning in about as close as he dared. "Well get this through your ******** skull. I'M NOT."
And with that he leaned back to bring forward a right hook, aimed for Jerry's face.
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 4:23 pm
Jerry took the blow, his glasses going askew on his face as he fumbled to the side. "That was good," He coughed, blinking away the stars as he collapsed against the lockers, "But I think you can do better, can't you?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 4:31 pm
Rep's grin became even more feral, right to his canines. So the guy was some sort of masochist then? Well he'd make him regret his cockiness, he was certain of that. He'd make sure this guy never crossed him again and especially never had the balls to stand up to him when he did. "Oh I can do better, I just wasn't sure how easily you'd /break/. I don't want to have a death on my hands. Or would it be a suicide? Seems like a ******** suicide to me."
He clenched his hands and shifting his weight to the other foot lashed out with a kick aimed at a side, if he got away with it making some valiant attempts to follow it up with a few others right after. He had no qualms at all about kicking a man when he was down.
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 4:34 pm
The momentum sent Jerry tumbling again, catching his towel with one hand and the locker with another. He felt the sting for only a moment before the puny blow was swallowed by his Fear Shield. "Maybe I am suicidal. It feels like a suicidal sort of day, doesn't it?" The faint smile and distant expression did not flicker.
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 4:39 pm
Rep snarled, getting rather frustrated as he wondered in a dim stupid sort of way why Jerry wasn't begging for mercy yet or at least in some kind of foetal position.
He blinked irritably, trying another kick before he realised what a faint effect he was actually having, the whole thing prickling his pride as he realised he was very possibly making an idiot of himself.
"Then ******** HELP me." he barked out loud, still not used to always speaking in his head as he summoned the axe to his aid, finding the solid weight of the thing reassuring.
"You won't even MISS what I'm about to take from you."
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 4:43 pm
That burst of light was what Jerry had been waiting for, and his smile broadened, "That's more like it. Let's see if you can take it, then. Come on, kid." His eyes flickered as a quick word was exchanged with Roar, but the whistle remained around his chest for now.
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 4:47 pm
"Kid?" That clearly struck a very raw nerve with the redheaded man as he tried to lash out at him, swinging the massive axe around in a broad arc, making a bench behind him into two much less functional one legged benches and strewing things everywhere as he made a determined attempt to bury the thing in Jerry despite the lack of space in the room. Anything that got in his way, he was perfectly willing to try and cut through.
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Bilious rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 7
Total: 15 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 4:52 pm
"That's a nice weapon," Jerry gasped as he staggered out of reach, watching carefully at it's limited movement in the narrow space.
Thankfully, Roar didn't need much space. In fact, he was even more effective in a confined one. His expression grew distant, his brain letting go as he felt himself drift back into that place he often landed in when finding himself in the heat of battle. The whistle glowed a bright green, expanding onto his scrawny bare shoulder as though he weighed nothing.
Rep was given only a few moments to take in just what the skinny, bespectacled man bore before a burst of sound slammed forth, the waves almost visible in the air around them as the lockers behind the red-head were crunched inward from the force.
Jerry's ears were ringing, but he didn't seem to mind. That felt better than punching his wall, that was for sure. Oooh, Roar, why had you denied him this until now...
HP: 50/50
Damage: 9
Charge: 1/2
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 3
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 5:10 pm
Rep was not expecting what happened next. Though this was a bit of an understatement. A bazooka was about the single last thing in the world he was expecting from the scrawny man in front of him, and he actually faltered, taking two tentative steps back from him.
But even Tracey's words were cut off as the sound wave hit them both, sending Rep reeling back hard into the lockers even as they were obliterated by the force. It was like being kicked all over at once and it hurt like /hell/. He shoved himself away from the wall with a hand, shaking his still damp hair as he glared at Jerry. He half wanted to try and back out of the fight right here and now, but his machismo wouldn't let him. He had to continue. Had to.
******** off Tracey, was his resounding reply. As with an utter roar of fury he launched himself and the massive axe at Jerry.
And this time he really meant it, taking out another good bit of furniature as he fought the confinement of the room to land a blow. "Was that the best you could DO?"
(( HP - 31/40
DMG - 4
CHARGE - 1/3 ))
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Bilious rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 5:17 pm
Jerry had started humming over the sound of ringing in his ears, eyes distant as he missed the blur of movement until there was an axblade burried into his shoulder as he was thrust backward. Roar was nearly sent flying from his hand, but he kept a firm hold and the misfire leaped upward between them, the ceiling up above suddenly crashing down over both of them in a series of dry wall and panels and dust.
"Nope," He mumbled distantly.
If you're gonna' do this at least pay attention! Roar snarled, already on edge. This was a bad idea, letting himself be summoned. A very bad idea. But... well, whatever made the twerp feel better at that point.
HP: 46
Damage: 1
Charge: 2/2
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 8
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 5:23 pm
Rep found himself coughing and spluttering in a fine rain of ceiling dust as he hauled Tracey back from Jerry, staggering back a bit as he tried to actually get a breath in. So much for a shower he thought grimly as he swung for him again.
"Then stop ******** around whistledick and SHOW ME. "
And again, he reminded Tracey to shut the hell up and do his damn job.
(( HP - 30/40
DMG - 4
CHARGE - 2/3 ))
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Bilious rolled 7 4-sided dice:
2, 1, 3, 3, 4, 2, 1
Total: 16 (7-28)
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 5:36 pm
"Ahahaha whistledick." Jerry wobbled to his feet, vaguelly rubbing his shoulder where the ax-wound vanished, Fear sparkling back into place. Accidentally, his eyes dipped lower on his opponent, and as though drunk, he laughed again outright.
He wove a hand dismissively as he hefted Roar back onto his shoulder, "You know. I didn't really appreciate those things you said on the Network." He looked thoughtful for a moment as green light gathered in the cannon's mouth, flickering ominously across his glasses, obscuring his eyes. "Camaraderie is very important, you know. Especially since it seems we're in the same division." He sounded polite enough in his opinion.
The blast ripped forward without anymore hesitation, metal doors ripped open and flung as a mixture of sound and explosion seared down the narrow hall with Rep caught in the middle.
"First rule is please don't judge a book by it's cover." He couldn't hear his own voice over the ringing in his ears, the sounds of wreckage and dust settling muted after the blast.
HP: 42 (doublechecking)
Damage: 14
Charge: 1 Spent 0/2
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 6
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 5:54 pm
Rep clenched his hands about Tracey's hilt till his knuckles turned white at Jerry's laughter, especially the second bout which outright /stung/.
He was about to say he didn't care what Jerry damn well thought about what he said, that he was part of the problem not the solution.
But he didn't get to say ANY of that as Jerry made his point clear in a way at least Rep could understand as the redheaded man was tossed backwards right down the hallway, recovering only by doing a bizzare somersault which landed the axe in the wall and not him.
The hit had hurt. A lot. A whole lot and Rep could hardly stand up, legs shaking under him somewhat as he regained his balance. Anyone else might have called it quits at this point. Anyone else wasn't as stupid and stubborn as he was.
But no, he wouldn't quit, not yet. He was having too much damn FUN for one thing. He didn't care he was naked and covered in ceiling, not one bit. He charged out of the billowing clouds of bathroom debris and LAUNCHED himself into the air with Tracey's weight for momentum, connecting hard with Jerry as he did.
"NO ONE ******** LAUGHS AT MY d**k YOU ******** HOMO."
(( HP - 16/40
DMG - 7
CHARGE - 3/3 ))
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Bilious rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 4
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 5:59 pm
Jerry's head rolled, still giggling as he tried to tug out of the Axe's bite. Still plenty of fear shield. This was pathetic. This was why he liked it here. "Let's get something straight, friend," He offered, partly immobilized by the planted blow, but he was beyond panic. He had been hit by worse. And magic made the pain fade quickly. Roar was swung around, and unfortunately the heavy blow that had pinned the scrawny man in place also put Rep in point-blank range.
Roar barked.
"This is my bathroom. Do you understand?"
HP: 35
Damage: 8
Charge: 1/2
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 6:08 pm
As Rep hauled himself up from the last assualt his legs all but gave way under him, he stumbled twice before he could even lift Tracey, holding the axe more like a shield than an actual weapon. He knew he was beaten, he was a cocky p***k but he knew when he was beaten in a fair fight. And that was right now.
He flinched at the roar.
"Yeah. Okay. Its your bathroom. Its your bathroom. Just..let me get my jacket. ..please?" he gave Jerry a rather silly smirk which he /hoped/ was placatory. "Good show mate. You aren't a homo after all."
(( HP - 8/40
DMG - NOPE BRO
CHARGE - 3/3 ))
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