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Rejam rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 1
Total: 2 (2-16)
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 Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 8:26 pm
Well, that was alarming. "Jesus Christ!" You don't do that s**t, do you? he demanded internally. Fiona, contentedly soaking up the fight, made an answer in the negative. "Are you OK? Because that looked--" Focus, sir!And in instinctively stooping to check on Clerise, like a damned chivalrous fool, he got overwhelmed again. CONSTANT VIGILANCE. Status Wave: 3 Attack Dmg: the. worst. Total Shadowlings taken out: i can't even Recoveries left: 0
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 4
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 12:22 am
Clerise promptly recovered-- okay, perhaps not so promptly, but sat up soon enough that an attendant didn't come to collect her. "I'M GOOD. We're good. Jesus ********." She rubbed the back of her head, cracking her neck. "I'm tougher than that, twiggy," she replied, tossing him a coquettish wink. She blinked as he got overwhelmed in the process of trying to assist her, and as she sat up, she watched an attendant drag HIM off. Huh. Irony? Plot twist? She wasn't sure. Nonetheless, she completed her final wave, letting out a whoop of victory and throwing Balthazar into the air-- and catching him as a pocketwatch. "You can do this, Twiggy. I believe in you. Believe in me, because my opinion is the only one that matters around here. Eheheh." Status Wave: 5 Attack Dmg: 8, 1 Charge Used, 1/3 Charges Total Shadowlings taken out: 54 Recoveries left: 0
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Rejam rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 7
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 12:39 am
Looking like a man sleepwalking when he became aware of his surroundings which seemed to be composed entirely of Clerise's voice (the most grating sound, he decided, on Earth), he hesitated, leery, at the mouth of the run. He gave his dinky little knife a look of deep and abiding betrayal. At what point was embarrassing yourself in front of an athletic redhead counting for more of a con than maybe having a one-in-a-million-shot of impressing her was counting as a pro? Not this point. Taym was not a smart man. With considerably more care he waded back in. Watching him warily pick off a few shadowlings was something like watching a tomcat shake rainwater off his paws. It was more funny than anything. "Not Twiggy," he informed her drily. "I'm not--s**t, Jesus Christ!--I'm not nearly attractive enough for that." Status Wave: 1 /weeps Attack Dmg: 2 Total Shadowlings taken out: 2 Recoveries left: 0
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 12:52 am
Clerise didn't bother to enter the hallway, gleefully taunting him from the end of it. "MmmHmm. Stick you you in a wig, wax the face, we can see what happens. How do you feel about dresses, Twiggy? She waggled her fingers at him in a wave. How many had she downed that time? 50? Ah, well. A good score, but not the best. That was all right, though. She'd have plenty of time in the future to get a better one. "C'monnnnnn. Put your arrrms into it, jesus. Do you want some help giving it a little force?" Maybe she was ******** with him a little. But just a little!
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Rejam rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 6
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 1:01 am
Possibly it would prove temporary like it had last time, but clearly Taym fought better when he was pissed. He gave her a flat, disgusted, sarcastic "what, like this?" look from across the hallway and viciously, his mouth thinning into a hard line, put his arms into it. "I haven't got the legs for it," he informed her. Status Wave: 2 Attack Dmg: 8 Total Shadowlings taken out: 10 Recoveries left: 0
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 11:09 am
Clerise merely offered a brief round of golf-clap style applause in response to his renewed vigor, a single red brow quirked with amusement. "That's what boots are for, Twiggy. They make the kind that go nearly all the way up, you know?" She slapped her thigh. "They'll make your gams look great."
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Rejam rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 4:14 pm
"Yeah? That mean you own a pair I could borrow?" That was a briefly diverting thought. Diverting enough that he damn near got swallowed up by another wave of shadowlings, although he at least managed to recover this time. "I'll need to see pictures. Gotta know if it'll flatter my ******** Christ!" Status Wave: 3 Attack Dmg: 1 Total Shadowlings taken out: 11 Recoveries left: 0
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2013 2:46 pm
"Either me or the girlfriend does, yeah. Somewhere in that massive closet of hers I think I saw a pair." She leaned against the wall lazily, propping herself up with a foot. "We could do a live demonstration. Bet you'd look real pretty in red, huh? Or maybe black, considering you're paler than a ghost that's dead two times over." A pause, thoughtful. "Maybe three times."
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Rejam rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2013 2:56 pm
"Always though I was more of a spring palette, personally." The sentence was broken up by the fact that Taym clearly could not talk and swing at the same time. "I defer to your superior judgment, since you got to the corpse comparison right off the bat. Thanks for that, by the way." Good lord, the man was already winded. Possibly maintaining a smoking habit was not the best idea. Status Wave: 4 Attack Dmg: 4 Total Shadowlings taken out: 15 Recoveries left: 0 astrabot One more /squints if he doesn't make it he's crying uncle which i am sure you are relieved to hear
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Rejam rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 4
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 6:19 pm
For an instant it looked like the final rush of shadowlings was going to be too much for him. Certainly he pulled a face of mournful resignation for a second, looking like he was just going to lie down and let it go. But he rallied, pulling reserves up from somewhere--possibly from his endless fountainhead of irritation--and he managed to shake them off in an undignified but effective fashion. Shamelessly, he celebrated his arrival at Clerise's side by carefully putting her between himself and the rest of the run. ******** that noise. It felt very... quiet. Trying not to breathe as hard as he wanted to, he jabbed his knife in the direction of the slaughtered ranks. "Was that it?" he deadpanned. Status Wave: 5 Attack Dmg: 6 Total Shadowlings taken out: 21 Recoveries left: 0
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