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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 7
Total: 9 (2-16)
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 Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 8:20 pm
"Uhm, Ew." She managed to get out, looking at him. "No thank you. I'm not into that." Not with him at least.
She debated over the first comment before answering with a simple, "It'll make me feel a whole lot better if I beat you." Cue a lazy smile, even if its ugly poison was gearing up in her system, she was getting some pretty bad cold chills now.
She shuddered a bit, wishing she had her coat to draw around her again.
She fired another round of shots.
Nevada: 44/50
Damage: 3
Charge: 2/3
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Seussi rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 7:01 pm
"You sure about that, darling? How do you know if you've never given it a try?" Cue a little bit of eyebrow waggling, though that was cut a bit short by the bullets that tore into his shield and sent him taking a couple staggering steps back. Still grinning, he gave another light slap on her hand with his lance. "Oh but I wouldn't mind too much if you beat me, instead, if that's what you're into." Would he ever stop this? Probably not. HP: 23 Damage: 1 Charge: 1/3 (1/2 used)
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 8
Total: 16 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 1:03 am
"It's not what I'm into Handsome, It's who I am into it with..." She gave a meaningful look at him, "And something tells me that we wouldn't be biting each other for the pleasure of it."
She hissed at the light slap again, wondering why he seemed so goddamn playful. Every part of her flirtatious nature wanted to play back, but she didn't like Finn one bit. Not even a little bit. /whispers not even if there was a fire! (step brothers...)/
"Seriously, Are you flirting with me, trying to piss me off or both?" She frowned at him. "Be serious about this Finn..." She moved up closer to him now, pulling on his lance so he was tugged closer to her until she was in his personal space, Her face tilted up at him with a sardonic smile. "Because this is going to hurt a lot..." She grabbed him by the collar, scooping her leg out behind him and using the momentum to slam his body down in the ground...Her gun point at his face.
"I can take dominatrix to a level you don't want Finn..."
/We're charged again.../
I don't think we'll need to use it...
Nevada: 43/50
Damage: 10
Charge: 3/3
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Seussi rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 8
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2013 10:47 am
"It's always a pleasure to me, darling." He grinned at her, the look in his eyes hard and cold, however, though his tone still managed to sound slightly playful, though it was now quite obviously forced as he began to drop the facade. With her question, he simply shrugged his shoulders, not really feeling like lending any allusion towards one option or the other. "A little bit of column A, a little bit of column B...." He let his smile slip away as he let out a mock sigh, though inwardly he knew that it was all just to piss her off. He wanted to see her snap again. It had been oh so fun the first time, though he could have gone without her grabbing his face, the dumb b***h. He was sort of counting on her feeling about as rough as him at the moment, hoping it would run her down enough that she wouldn't be able to pull off a manuever like the one in the hallway again, however. Her strength must have been waning too, right? He should never have made that assumption, because within a moment after that, he found himself lying on the ground with the wind knocked out of him. Still, he somehow managed to gasp out a chuckle, swinging his lance up to knock her arm away in an attempt to get that stupid guns barrel out of his face. "Never been to a level I didn't enjoy, sweetheart, so please, indulge me. Go on, pull the trigger. We might both like it~" More laughter came after this, even though it hurt, even though his entire body ached and trembled and he thought that he might throw up at any moment. HP: 13 Damage: 3 Charge: 2/3 (1/2 used)
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 12 8-sided dice:
6, 5, 4, 3, 4, 3, 6, 7, 6, 8, 5, 6
Total: 63 (12-96)
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Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 9:57 am
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 8 12-sided dice:
12, 8, 7, 10, 3, 8, 1, 11
Total: 60 (8-96)
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Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 9:59 am
Strength waning, gosh Finn, she was just getting started wasn't she? It didn't help that he hadn't done anything more then slap her on her hand with her weapon.
She almost felt bad.
Almost.
Scratch that, the ******** gets a face full of charge.
/THAT'S THAT I AM TALKING ABOUT./
The lance was knocked away, the barrall once again brought close to Finn's precious little face, then moved down.
"I'm really not sorry about this." She looked at him not with a smile, but with a grim resolution. "But sorry."
Instead of the usual spray of bullets, a highly concentrated beam of fear escaped, like a lazer directly on to his fear shield. She held it strong, till it started to wane and ********!" The lazer exploding, catching her in the flames. Luckily, her Fear shield was still in tact, only causing her to fall back.
A look was sent over to Finn's body, hoping she didn't kill him..but shut him up at least.
Nevada: 24/50 (16 to self)
Damage: 12 (Capped at 12)
Charge: 3/3 Using GC
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 11:24 pm
There was a certain feeling of helplessness, of undeniable terror that came when the barrel of a gun was pointed directly at your face and all you could do was stare into it's dark and circular depths, where soon doom in bullet form would come hurtling out. Having said barrel lowered towards your chest was only moderately better, but for Finn's sake, he managed to remain with a cool and almost uncaring air about him, a smirk still spread across his lips, his eyes still cold and hard and calculating. He had, essentially, done what he had hoped to do. Was the price he was about to pay too high? He didn't think she would actually kill him...would she? Maybe he was putting far too much faith in his shield protecting him from harm then he rightfully should have been. The fact that Trynt snarled his agreement to that fact was not exactly reassuring. But it was too late now. He was getting what he had bargained for, or perhaps even more then just that, and he braced himself against what was to come next. Nothing could have prepared him for what came next. Not bullets, but....a lazer. A god damned mother ******** lazer. It's force drove into his shield, burning hot, a pain that centered on the middle of his chest, bearing down on him in a concentrated beam that felt like it aught to be pummeling a smoldering hole directly through him. He couldn't help but squirm a little beneath it, his back arching ever so slightly, his jaw clenching as sweat sprung out across his skin, his head thrown to the side and his eyes squeezed closed. And then it was over, just about as quickly as it had began. Trynt's roar had been deafening in his head, but now all was silent, though he could feel the result of that attack. His shield, weakened, barely even in existence. His chest felt tight and raw with pain, and he half expected his clothes to have been burned away, his skin exposed and blackened, but there was nothing to be seen when he opened his eyes and turned his head back. His whole body felt cold beyond that, however, and it trembled as it was wracked with chills. His stomach was clenched up tight, and he felt nauseated, like he might throw up at any second. He slowly rolled himself over with a grunt, then began the arduous task of raising himself to his hands and knees, all the while his arms shook beneath him. "Was it as good for you as it was for me, darling?" His voice was a hoarse whisper, forced out between clenched teeth as he continued to fight back the nausea. Would she shoot him again, now, with his back to her? He was banking on not. His lance had fallen out of his grip at some point, and he grabbed for it now, using it like a staff to help push himself unsteadily to his feet, turning and offering the woman a flash of white teeth from a blue stained face.
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