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Bittiface rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 5
Total: 12 (2-20)
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 Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 9:22 pm
"How would I know?" Otto replied in a snarly tone, a response to the school system comment. "Man, you're pretty damn whiny."Otto once again hurled Tenya at him. "Suck it up, buttercup."HP: 50
Damage: 6
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 9:26 pm
"Oh wait. We can just be insulting now. Well let me go ahead and make some observations of my own. You look like you rolled out of bed, have clearly no self respect for your appearance, don't know how to function like a normal human being by introducing yourself - you know, something which most men do by at least giving a handshake. I guess out of the things you didn't learn from school, social etiquette was one of them. So let me be the bigger man here and do what we should have done when you first slouched your way over here."
He adjusted his stance a bit. "I'm Melvin Wood. Life Division, and you are a pretty big a*****e." This was all said in a flat monotone as he adjusted his aim after yet another hit. It wasn't the first defeat he had in these spars, and he knew that it was pretty much logical that going against a veteran meant he wasn't going to excel. To expect him to just pick up a gun and know how to be a badass with one would either make him worried that he took to it so well (Maybe he was a splinter cell!) or only happened in movies (and he dealt with that illusion his first mission).
At least this time he hit, the the egg cracked and splattered against Otto's leg. There was a warm acid sizzling as it gave off green smoke.
About time.
Shut up. I'm already done with this stupid fight.
HP: 16/40
Damage: 1
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Bittiface rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 9:59 pm
Oh look. He fights back now. That kind of made things more fun. Otto leaned on his boomerang and listened with a bored expression as Melvin listed off his list of things he didn't like about Otto. He nodded as if he cared (he didn't), scratching his face and yawning at other parts. Though the 'Men' part kind of made him narrow his eyes. Oh boy, and now he was getting a lesson. Fancy! Lucky for Melvin, Otto had been too distracted to try and dodge, the egg thing hitting his leg without much resistance. The damage was irritating at best, like a paper cut. Otto hissed, kicking his leg a bit as the acid burned oh so lightly against his fear shield. "Aight, whatever. I'll play by yer fancy rules. AHEM." Otto stood up starighter, yanking the weapon out from the ground. "Otto Graves, Death Division, and you're a whiny-a** Stepford wife with a stupid vest." He raised a brow and hurled Tenya back at him. HP: 49/50
Damage: Nope. He got the Melvin disease now
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 8
Total: 15 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 10:15 pm
Melvin was aiming. "It's a sweater." He corrected, than fired.
HP: 16/40
Damage: 9
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Bittiface rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 8
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 10:26 pm
"Well excuse me, Princess."
But that shot actually kind of hurt a lot. Otto hissed, resisting the urge to touch the wound on his arm, the sizzling alone enough of a warning.
The teenager spun and hurled Tenya back at the SWEATER clad hunter.
HP: 40/50
Damage: 4
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 10:28 pm
"Oh look. You do have manners." He slowly moved to the side, then stopped, and aimed again. His hands were shaking from all the hits he took, and he felt like hell for it. There was a pounding in his head and raising his arms made his sides sore from all the hits, pulling the muscles.
Still, he aimed, and was glad to see he seemed to be having a brief moment of actual aim.
HP: 12/40
Damage: 5
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Bittiface rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 10:52 pm
HP: 35/50
Damage: 4
Otto made a face as if having manners was an insult to him. It wasn't though, really. The teen hissed as another egg thing got him. "Godamn, that is the nastiest weapon ever...." Otto complained, cringing at the feeling of the warm acid nipping at his skin. Nothing quite like magical eggs that spilled acid. "Looks like sumthin' out of a cheapass scy-fi prop set."
The blonde reeled back, ignoring the stinging, and hurled the boomerang back out at Melvin.
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 10:54 pm
"Yeah, but a cheapass sci-fi movie doesn't have real, acid eggs from a real monster, now does it?" There was, despite how much he agreed how nasty the eggs were, a bit of a personal insult taken that he would consider something as authentic as actual, real-life, monster eggs as anything but high quality sci-fi effects instead of something as degraded as a low-budget movie.
That boil wouldn't know real if it hit him in the face.
I'm still trying to aim there. He thought, trying to aim a little bit higher and shooting again.
HP: 8/40
Damage: 2
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Bittiface rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 3
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 11:05 pm
HP: 33
Damage: 2
"Nyeh nyeh nyenyeh nyeh monster eggs wah wah wah.." Otto mocked under his breath, rolling his icy blue eyes.
Another hit to him and another back to Melvin.
"Looks like Miss Crankypants wants to get back to her dolls~"
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MoonKitsune rolled 3 4-sided dice:
1, 3, 4
Total: 8 (3-12)
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 11:12 pm
"I can just feel my IQ dropping when you talk." He panted, starting to feel the wear of hit after hit from the massive weapon. It was getting to the point that the small nick of the weapon passing by was feeling refreshing by the slight wind it brought.
Come on, Sweater. Keep your chin up. Gotta keep aiming!
He tried, and pointed the weapon again, sweater rolling down his back, and the charge of his weapon glowed as a egg, glowing more brightly than those before, shot out and - missed Otto entirely. It cracked on the ground and burned the grass with a angry hissing.
HP: 6/40
USING CHARGE: TAINTED FANG YR2
Damage: Missed
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Bittiface rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 11:16 pm
Otto scowled at his comment, grumping slightly more than before. He had no reply to it, which made him actually feel like he was dumb. That made him angrier. To make himself feel better?
He threw his boomerang at him.
HP: 33
Damage: 2
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 8
Total: 15 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 11:28 pm
Melvin didn't care about the lack of response. His head was throbbing as he tried to keep his ears from ringing and from just slumping down on his knees and making a 'T' with his hands to Timeout this little game.
Saliva however wasn't having any of that.
Come on you twig! Just look and fire. ALL you have to do is push a damn trigger. I do all the work here! You could at least do the little, simple job you have and BE USEFUL!
Ahh. Your voice is like nails on a chalkboard. Can't you just shut up for a while? Honestly, for just a little while.
He aimed again to keep her quiet, and though he felt his legs year to just give out, he shot again.
HP: 4/40
Damage: 9
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 11:36 pm
HP: 24
Otto wavered as Melvin looked ready to keel over, just about to de summon Tenya. However, a shot fired and hit him in the leg again. Otto hissed, resisting the urge to send the weapon into Melvin's face.
He de-summoned Tenya.
"Dude.. it's a spar, not a death match. If'n ya need to stop, then stop." He made no move to attack anymore.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 11:44 pm
Melvin didn't raise his gun as it seemed the time out was given, and he knelt a bit to set his hands on his knees to breath, desummoning Saliva into a red pen which he held in one hand. "Pretty hard to tell around here." Each time someone sparred with him, he always felt it was a death match. Sure, they stopped, but he wasn't used to calling the quits. Didn't they stop when his shield broke?
He was breathing a bit hard, and felt more out of shape than he thought. Then again, he stayed indoors, doing lab work and reading textbooks. Running around and dodging massive weapons had not been part of his college curriculum in any shape or form.
"Are we done here?" He told the other, who had been the one who wanted this spar in the first place.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 11:49 pm
"Mmm well I'm sure done. You look done. I'd say we're done here." Otto cracked his neck to the side and shoved his hands in his pockets. This had been a fairly nice exercise, after all.
"Later, dude." He mumbled, sauntering off to do whatever it was Otto did when left to his own devices.
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