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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 6
Total: 9 (2-20)
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 Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 12:37 pm
Rep's response as the air was rattled out of his lungs was sheer delight and a pleased grin. Fighting was one of his favourite things and it never failed to show when he was in a spar. "Good! You have got it. More like that and you are really cooking!"
His follow up swing was a very straightforward shoulder punch
HP: 39/50
DMG: 3
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 12:51 pm
Melvin didn't miss that big grin, and just looked at Rep, not really getting it. Was it pleasure in fighting or was he happy to see someone else beginning to fight? Was it both?
"This stuff really makes you giddy." He said, and in response punched him in his shoulder to mimic him.
HP: 25
Damage: 4
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 4
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 7:09 pm
"It does. I ******** love fighting man." and his expression was entirely honest and unguarded, he did, there was something close and revealing about any kind of combat, you learned things about people, what they could tolerate, how much fight they had in them. It was a learning experience every time.
And it broke his heart to think it was no longer really his job.
you are upset? I've had nothing in days. Not a single charge since that horsewoman.>
That b***h and her claws at his throat, he thought, swinging a little harder than he meant to.
HP: 35/50
DMG: 7
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 7:24 pm
Hissing, he staggered back as he tried to recover from the swing, feeling sore but still able to keep going. Physical fighting was far different than pulling a trigger or withstanding a massive blade coming at you. It all seemed....too personal.
"When did it start? You liking to fight? You said you didn't used to." He didn't get how Rep, who used to be like him in some way and didn't fight, would come to love it with such a big grin. How did Melvin get to that point, and did he want to?
Following the lesson of not stopping, he threw another punch in Rep's direction.
HP: 18
Damage: 4
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 8
Total: 17 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 7:36 pm
"I guess it was when I realised if I kept just tolerating the s**t other people threw at me that they'd take everything I had. There was this big like arsehole who used to come to mah ma a lot. Called Gordon, his mates called him Smitty. He was a violent c**t. To me and her, but she liked him." The guy had been the nearest thing Rep had had to a consistent male role model and yet all he'd ever done was thrash him when he was in a bad mood or told him how he was just a condom that didn't work. He clenched his hands tighter.
"One day I decided some people can't ******** save themselves. And I wasn't going to be that person. He kicked me in the ribs and I grabbed a ******** knife out of the drawer and I almost killed the ******** arsehole." He wished he had, but it had been nothing but another stab wound in a shitty part of town. "He told them he had a ******** accident in the kitchen."
When he swung, it was perhaps not Melvin he was thinking about.
HP: 31/50
DMG: 11
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 8:02 pm
The punch was far stronger than what he expected and he staggered back, holding his side as he took strained breathes, the pain spiking each time he breathed. But he wasn't angry at Rep. Rep was here coming because Melvin asked him to, was talking to him, answering his questions, and punching had long since stopped bothering him. It was a switch he had trained himself to keep off that it felt glued, stuck even, from being turned on.
"Guess that would push someone. I wasn't trusted around sharp objects when I was young, or much of anything. Worry. Can't exactly hit any of the people in my family without being yelled at." His entire family watched him, confirmed that he was off and that his hallucinations might mean he was a sapling of a lunatic just waiting to snap. Even when someone loved you didn't mean they weren't cruel when they tried to "help".
He looked up and threw another punch.
HP: 7
Damage: 2
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 8:14 pm
"No one gave a ******** what I was around, I used to use old syringes as rocket ships. Not even ******** shitting you. People just left s**t at their arse. I'd rather have had people keep things away from me."
He aimed a neat punch at his shoulder again, back in control of his self-restraint. "Why did they keep things from you? You seem pretty ******** responsible to me."
HP: 29/50
DMG: 3
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 8:18 pm
His breathing had changed to a exhausted panting as his shield went lower and lower. Still, he persisted, waiting for that last push. One punch probably. The most Rep could do in this state was knock him unconcious. It wasn't like he'd loose a hand or have a eye torn out. He knew that his hunter healing would help him out with whatever damage came his way.
The question was one that had his stomach twisting. "Not as a kid. You freak out over things no one else can see and you become a family concern, and with a big family, that's a lot of eyes and people having opinions on how to fix you. People think you'll grow up being a serial killer." That he was forever off his rocker, that it might be genetic, and that everyone had to watch him and help him in order to prevent him from becoming some sort of monster. That or there was the pity. The 'bless em' moments that saw you as mentally touched.
He hated that. He remembered it to this very day that feeling. That's why it was better to prove them wrong by being normal, sweet, and in control.
He threw another swing.
HP: 4
Damage: 2
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 10
Total: 17 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 8:29 pm
"People always like to think they know what's the best for everyone. They were just ignorant, they didn't know what they had. Blaming ******** mental conditions for something that was a deep rooted power rather than a deficiency. We, you were better than them in the end. You had the last laugh."
He grinned amicably. "You aren't a concern here man, you are a ******** asset. And you aren't half bad at this s**t either."
He lashed out with enthusiasm, enjoying the rattle of flesh on fear shield and the sting in his knuckles. What he didn't expect as he swung at Melvin's midriff was for the shield to give spectacularly.
The blow landed with a horrible thunk and his expression dropped.
"Goldilocks?!"
HP: 27/50
DMG: 11
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 8:40 pm
Melvin didn't think he was better than his family. He cared for them, and while there was bitterness, he missed them too much to hate them. Well, most of them. There were a few choice relatives he didn't care to ever see again.
He could only smile at Rep's silly pep talk and was about to say something when he felt a punch hit his side. In one blow he felt his shield shatter and something else. Something that was not fear, was very real, and was very painful.
The blow had him stumbling, holding his chest with wide-eyed as his other hand went out to catch him as he fell back and to the right. He heard his name, but already he felt his heart race and his vision turning white.
Shame. It had been a nice fight until now.
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 8:45 pm
Rep watched Melvin fall with a sound that could only really be described as a whine and for a moment everything ground to a halt.
Again. He'd done it again. ******** up again.
He reached out a hand in Melvin's direction but didn't move. You weren't supposed to move them ********. ********. ********. Be allright you daft b*****d."
His hands shook as he hauled out his phone.
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 9:00 pm
Quote: let me grab somthin all I got is a hammr + nailz
At least he could yell for prep, since he was already in the infirmary. ...Who was on duty in the fields, anyhow? It had kind of been his job while he didn't owe a month's worth of slave labor.
And while he'd improv'd his fair share, he grabbed a stretcher, a neckbrace, and a bandage roll. You never knew. And he wasn't stuck with the supplies grab bag of the day. He took a fresh-faced trainee who was changing bedpans, too. For good measure.
"Keep up," he ordered.
He hopped down the stairs three at a time, and hoped Rep hadn't used a weapon. s**t, this time they'd fry him...
He found Rep easy enough, and made sure he wasn't in a bad way, before moving to the heap on the ground. Melvin. How'd that guy get talked into a spar in the first place? No blood everywhere, so that was a bonus. He checked his pulse - fine, breathing - fine... the trainee looked on, bug-eyed.
"Where'd you hit him?" Harrison asked.
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 9:04 pm
The wait felt like forever, numb with panic as he watched Melvin, sure something was up with his breathing but no idea what. He was paralysed and helpless. He hadn't meant it, he hadn't even summoned Tracey. What was wrong with him?
When Harrison arrived all he could do was point at the blonde Life hunter's ribs. "It was just a fist fight. We were just messing about man. And his shield.. Tell him I'm sorry."
He wouldn't even be able to visit.
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Toshihiko Two rolled 1 12-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 9:15 pm
Maybe not fine on the breathing. But he was breathing. Even if it was rattly, so there was that.
Harrison cleared a place on Melvin's collarbone, and applied a bandaid to give his fear shield a boost. Then he secured Melvin best he could, neck brace just to be sure, and nodded over at the trainee he'd dragged along.
"Stretcher goes there. Help me get him over. On three."
The trainee scrambled to help. Harrison directed him as they lifted the stretcher.
Harrison looked over at Rep, relieved. Just a fist fight.
"...You come too. He'll be okay." Far as Harrison could tell, anyway. Internal injuries could get dangerous. But they'd get him in for x-rays ASAP.
Healing: (Melvin) idk
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 9:23 pm
Rep looked on, dazed and stricken as Melvin was moved onto the stretcher. He wasn't really sure how much more of this he could handle, mistake after mistake after mistake without reprieve or success.
"I can't. I'm not allowed. Banned remember? Take care of him please."
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