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 Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 6:24 pm
Spectating
Did you hear that sound? That was the sound of Stormy's previous lack of approval about Chel. Or maybe it was just the clapping.
"Let's go, Evaaan!"
Clap clap clapclapclap.
"Be a heeeerooo!"
Clap clap clapclapclap.
Hey, a tourney was a sporting event, no? She didn't feel one bit sheepish about the vocal cheering.
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 6:48 pm
Letting go of the rope, Peyton moved around the ring until she was standing next to Stormy. Then she smiled, and started clapping along with her other vertically challenge acquaintance. Cheering happily for the ex-marine.
"Let's go Ev-an."
Clap clap Clapclapclap.
For all the world it looked as though she was in his corner, but he'd know the truth.
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chirigami rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 7
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 6:49 pm
There could have been a clever retort there, it was on the tip of his tongue.* Milo met the eyebrow wiggle with at least a low whistle before he was struck on the side with the sword again; his reply didn't come out so much as words as more of a 'hrk.' But he managed to brace himself this time, getting a better feel of this whole fighting thing and only managed to slide back a little.
"Can't deny a nice invitation," he smiled to Evan, giving Koume a nice little spin in his hands and sliced at the blonde. An invitation to meet comrades, especially cute girl comrades, and for an attack. Such a swell guy here.
Who apparently had a fan club? Milo's eyes flicked at the sound of more cheering, noticing two more girls had showed up. For a moment he felt a little depressed having no one really in his corner, but then again he was still rather new and had yet to really prove himself. Maybe this would be his chance, then he'd have an awesome cheer squad. Yes, determination. "Someone's popular, ya." He chuckled.
Quote: hp: 25/40 damage: 5 *chiri is just a little too braindead to think of one
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Inle-roo rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 7
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 7:12 pm
As mildly embarrassing as it was to have his own cheerleaders, Evan couldn't deny that it felt kind of good, too, to have friends come out to support him. He had never fought in front of an audience like this, but he wasn't really rattled; this was all in good fun, anyway. He turned from Milo for the briefest of seconds to flash Stormy a grin that slowly died on his face as he saw Peyton standing next to her. The general good mood he had been carrying around all day was suddenly replaced by restlessness and anxiety. He didn't want to be there anymore, with the evidence of whatever the hell was wrong with him literally staring him right in the face. Evan very deliberately turned his back on Stormy and Peyton, focusing--as he should have been--on his opponent instead. The slice from Milo's weapon would have sliced his chest in half if he hadn't been a hunter. "Yeah, Mr. Popularity," Evan muttered, lashing out at one of Milo's arms. "That's me." HP: 20/40 Damage: 6
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 7:23 pm
Bix heard all the people cheering for Evan and shook himself by the sideline. He put on a girly voice and went, "Goooooo MILO Goooooooo!"
And he flashed like a Girls Gone Wild girl.. except he was pale, scarred and a man.
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 7:49 pm
Spectating
"Woo!" Stormy cheered as Peyton joined her, her volume increasing for the next few rounds. She did, however, stop when Bix flashed the fighters.
Cue a fit of giggles at the falsetto. Although come to think of it, Milo was a little familiar . . . Hmm. Just as curious was Evan's expression when he looked their way. Many mysteries to be had here.
"Oh! Did something happen in your fight?" she asked Peyton, noticing the wound at her shoulder with a slight frown. Bix had set the rules so that it was just until shields were broken, but that didn't mean accidents didn't happen . . .
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 7:50 pm
SPECTATOR
"KICK HIS BUTT MILO."
Hey, Chel was a friend to all. Since Evan was recieving support from two lovely ladies, it was only fair that Milo get a little love too.
Plus who knew, if Evan lost he might get Chel to kiss it better.
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 8:01 pm
Peytom blinked, glancing down at her shoulder as she continued to clap, then smiled at Stormy. "This? No. This happened a little over a week ago. Believe me it looked so much worse a few days ago."
She turned, giving the other girl a closer look if she wanted one. The stitches flowed in a jagged line from shoulder blade up, then down over her collarbone. "I couldn't move my arm at first, but it's getting better, see?" She wiggled her fingers for Stormy, grinning.
Said grin only grew wider as she noticed Evan's obvious drop in mood and serious expression. Excellent.
<I'd say you're being petty, but...>
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chirigami rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 7
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 8:06 pm
Evan's shift in mood didn't go unnoticed, he didn't know what exactly the change was but he could see something was a little different. A dying grin was a good indicator like that, but Milo didn't raise any questions about it and simply quirked a brow. He kind of wanted to though, but he was never good at this stuff; or maybe the blonde was just getting himself a little more seriously in the fight now that he had more of an audience. (He liked this idea better than there being some sort of problem, nicer to think about in this situation).
Evan's swing felt like it, even in his attempts to block the attack to his arm. It dug in, getting easily past most of Koume's small thin frame, only stopped from really harming him because of the fear shield thing but even that seemed to be taking some serious hits. Milo used his position, pushing back on Evan with his sword and took another swipe the blonde, this time low and aimed at his legs.
"Aha, looks like I stole some of your admirers," he mused. One of them was... really pale, like really pale. And some the looks of it - sound probably too - male. He didn't mind though, anything for a boost in motivation.
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 8:14 pm
Spectating
Finn's own battle had been an absolutely spectacular failure, and he felt like wandering around now to see how others were fairing. Coming across one little fight that was still ongoing, he spotted Stormy and another girl chatting, and before that, cheering for a man that Finn didn't know.
But he knew the other other man. Well, sort of. All he really remembered about him was that he had also gotten eaten that one time.
"Hey! Fellow monster chow! KICK SOME a**!"
There, Milo. Finn was totally in your corner.
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Inle-roo rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 8:34 pm
/Prey,/ Gir growled, distracted now that they had seen Peyton and distracting Evan in turn. Not now, Evan insisted, stumbling backwards and flailing as Milo's attack nearly swept him off his feet. His arms pinwheeled wildly as he tried to keep his balance, and it was only dumb luck that he was able to hit Milo at all. "You can have Bix," he replied, trying for the same lightheartedness he'd possessed only a moment ago. "Think I'll keep Chel, though." HP: 13/40 Damage: 5
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chirigami rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 8:42 pm
Milo didn't think it was dumb luck, didn't look like it to him. Still stung like all the other hits he had taken (maybe someday he'd get used to it too) and had been a pretty good recovery. The brunette did his own back peddling before using the extra reach he gained from the naginata to jab at Evan.
Oh, so that was Bix. He vaguely knew of him, he had been the one to set this all up after all but he hadn't really... been introduced, just saw a flash of the other guy before getting to where this all started (and then another flash, one he wasn't sure he really wanted to see). "Che, of course you'd wanna keep your girlfriend," the light banter was back. The air before was not as fun like it had been before that brief moment of serious business.
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Inle-roo rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 8:45 pm
The time it took for Evan to roll his eyes was long enough to get hit with that damn stick again, and he grunted as he staggered a step backwards. "More like, of course I'd want to keep a woman I just saw half-naked and covered in mud." He glazed over a bit at the memory, his swipe at Milo a little less than halfhearted. "s**t, wouldn't you?" HP: 7/40 Damage: 2
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chirigami rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 8:47 pm
Milo stopped and blinked, it was easy enough to do with minimal damage; he had managed to dodge the attack easily enough, only taking a nick of damage in the process. "You are a lucky, lucky man, brah." He had to admit to the other guy; also hoping that seeing girls half naked in the mud was a common thing here, like monsters and stuff. He had only gotten the privilege... once in his life but he was like five and he hadn't thought anything of it since he was, well, five.
"Can see why, ya," And with that, he pushed himself forward and back into the fray, swinging the blade downward again. "You did say you'd introduce me, right?" He grinned.
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Inle-roo rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 7
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 8:48 pm
Evan nodded knowingly as Milo just kind of stopped; he definitely knew the feeling. He risked a glance over his shoulder, totally not into the spar anymore. He would probably lose, and that was okay-- /I'm not okay with it!/ Gir howled. --because he was...making friends, sort of. Bonding, at least, over a universally shared love of hot girls. That was what was important, right? All a part of playing the game. It didn't always have to end with blood. Damned if getting hit with a sharp stick didn't hurt, though. Evan's retaliation was halfhearted at best now that he and Milo had found some stable common ground. "Yeah, I'll introduce you," he promised. "Maybe later, though. I'm sure I'll need some TLC after this," he added with a smirk. HP: 1/40 Damage: 2
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