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 Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 8:51 pm
SPECTATING
"Robert made it this far? No way," Candace laughed as she approached the battle, grinning at the sight. And yes, she made damn sure she said that loud enough for her to hear her.
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 8:53 pm
Spectator
Oh good someone was more forward than she was now she didn't feel so bad lskfjladskfjlakj
"Boyfriend too?" she asked Mimsy with a hesitant smile, glancing at Candace briefly before hunching her shoulders and averting her gaze. She still felt like a failure after her last fight, especially with the older Mist having seen how ridiculously bad she'd done.
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kuropeco rolled 2 12-sided dice:
4, 7
Total: 11 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 9:02 pm
The sudden onslaught of slices by Robert took Gale by surprise. He ducked down, fending off the weapon by throwing his rifle up horizontally, holding it in two hands as he took a step backwards. There were voices now, coming from the various people littered around; Gale caught a glimpse of Candace, and Bix's white hair but the one calling out an offer to Robert was not Petra, which confused him. Gale had seen Mimsy a few times around the island, knew her name and what division she was in, but other than that, his knowledge of the Life hunter was scant.
He focused on the fight. "Well, now we both have a good motivation to win," said Gale lightly, holding the gun by its barrel and whacking it into Robert's leg in an attempt to push him back.
HP: 50 / 60
DMG: 5
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Nio Love rolled 2 12-sided dice:
8, 2
Total: 10 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 9:05 pm
When the barrel was used as a melee weapon, Robert was caught completely off guard. He winced, pulling away just as Gale had wanted, but his weapon ducked under his arm and came out swinging, digging one of her tips right into Gale's shield at the stomach. The normally boisterous hunter had nothing to say on his comment, but the flush of the giant man's face was comical and ridiculous to say the least. He was just clumsily trying to make it through the fight alive, and he was failing. This was common ground for him, but for once, he regretted that.
It figured, the one time he wanted to win..
HP: 21
Damage: 4
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kuropeco rolled 2 12-sided dice:
3, 9
Total: 12 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 9:10 pm
Gale took several steps back, his ploy to make Robert move away successful - but Robert's weapon swung back around, catching him around his midsection. Gale staggered, slightly winded, and he gave a grunt of surprise and pain, his eyes flickering up to the older hunter.
Older and much taller. He really was enormous. Gale swung the rifle again, firing off a shot towards Robert's other foot this time.
HP: 46 / 60
DMG: 6
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 9:42 pm
Not bad at all. Mimsy made note of the potential of this tactic, and had begun considering methods of refining it for efficiency when the other spectator spoke to her.
Her eyes grew distant and she froze, panicked. Of course. Of course that would be the simplest conclusion, and she failed to factor in simplicity. She took a deep breath and tried to think, turning to look at the other girl.
Now that she was being more attentive, she recognized her as Stormy: consistently friendly, occasionally breached personal space. She probably did not have malicious intentions, and she likely would have gotten an actual answer if Mimsy knew the answer. But she didn't, so she tried something else.
"Why?" she asked, crossing her arms more tightly, suspiciously glancing her up and down.
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Nio Love rolled 2 12-sided dice:
7, 3
Total: 10 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 9:48 pm
And then he was shot in the foot. Again.
"CHRIST WHAT THE-" Robert swung Jezebel wildly, barely making contact before trying to back away from Gale and his foot fetish. "Listen, okay. Okay. Just. Listen."
He had nothing to say after all of that.
I hope he blows your d**k off.
JAZZY. NOT NOW.
HP: 15
Damage: 4
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 9:49 pm
Spectating
"Just curious." She blinked at the tight response, unflinching under Mimsy's gaze. A complicated situation was of course something that came across her mind, but Stormy figured if you were brave enough to offer kisses anywhere, well . . . "You know, like me shouting an offer to Gale, and then you did the same but added to it for the other guy," she added, by means of clarification.
And because she had a shipper's heart.
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kuropeco rolled 2 12-sided dice:
11, 2
Total: 13 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 9:54 pm
Gale gave a half sort of shrug as if to say, well, I might as well have. The look he gave Robert was a somewhat sheepish one as he ducked away from his weapon again, wincing at the blow to his shoulder, and he slightly regretting shooting him, but at the same time this was a battle, and, well...
Gale gripped the rifle by the barrel again and swung it like a bat towards Robert.
Inside of his head, Jinhai was laughing.
HP: 42 / 60
DMG: 7
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Nio Love rolled 2 12-sided dice:
10, 4
Total: 14 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 9:56 pm
Despite how hard Gale hit when he smacked Robert with the gun, it still felt more like a fight now that he was being physically attacked. He grinned, twirling the batleth in his hands lazily, before his feet rose up and he spun in a graceful arc, every angle of his body on point. It was a beautiful move, but beauty was fleeting, and the force behind the attack was all that mattered.
It's okay, Robert. You're going to be okay. I've got you.
He dropped down to his feet when he heard Jezebel's surprising words, and gawked openly. Really?
No, fool. She scoffed. You're going to DIE.
HP: 8
Damage: 8
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kuropeco rolled 2 12-sided dice:
3, 12
Total: 15 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 10:02 pm
Sometimes long range did not work nearly as well as close-range, which was why Gale occasionally resorted to using his rifle...well, not as a rifle. Still, it came in handy at times like this, he had to admit.
The force of Robert's next hit sent Gale staggering backwards. He made a soft noise of surprise before catching himself, spinning back around and dropping to his knees to balance himself. In one swift, smooth movement, he surged upwards, swung the rifle around and slammed it with all his strength straight into Robert's torso.
HP: 34 / 60
DMG: 9
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 10:10 pm
You're such a stone cold hearted bi-HOLY s**t-
Robert should not have taken Jezebel's bait; it distracted him completely, and he didn't even notice when Gale took him by surprise, slamming the gun into his body so hard it actually brought him up off his feet a few inches, and knocked down to the ground in the mud with a splash. Jezebel's shield dissipated around him, and he groaned as he felt the impact of the fall, rubbing his tailbone. She was laughing, a high pitched cackling sound, and it made him just irritable enough to be a sore loser.
So he splashed Gale with mud. "You win. Go get your prize." He growled out unhappily.
HP: 0
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 10:12 pm
Curiosity was understandable, and something that Mimsy fell victim to with significant frequency. It was fair to be curious, but it didn't change the fact that she still didn't know.
"Yes, that is something that I did," she confirmed, despite knowing that had not been Stormy's intention with her clarification. "Regretfully, I have no answer for you at this time."
Her gaze flickered between the 'battlefield' and Stormy, and she offered a small smile.
"It appears as if the answer is irrelevant, anyway - and I believe you owe a kiss."
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 10:13 pm
Fortunately, the mud only got on Gale's knees, and while he gave Robert a Look, he wasn't really that annoyed. Leaning on the rifle, he gave him a small, only slightly apologetic smile, and would have offered to help the other man up, were it not for the fact that a) he wasn't sure if Robert was the type to pull him into the mud after that, and b) he was much too short to attempt that and would most likely result in an embarrassing display of pathetic.
So Gale desummoned Jinhai and made his way across the field towards where Stormy stood. Smiling, he slid a gentle arm around her waist and, face slightly flushed with pleasure, leaned forward, planting a kiss on her lips in front of all the bystanders.
Hey, she'd promised.
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 10:29 pm
Oh . . . "I hope it gets better," she said sincerely, offering Mimsy a hopeful look. "Everyone deserves to be happy, after all. Maybe a consolation kiss will help him?" Sure, Robert had sort of chucked her without permission at a titan, but he didn't seem like a bad guy really . . .
Speaking of kisses, wait, crap, Gale was approaching, and she didn't like reneging promises even if they had been impulsive and meant to tease really, because she wasn't sure she was ready for a full on public display of affection, but he was marching on over and she had to do something and stop fumbling fingers--
Stormy managed to open up the umbrella, a fantastically flower themed thing, in time for Gale's arrival. It flew open to shield them from the few gathered there, and she had just enough time to look sheepish and open her mouth to say congratulations before Gale collected his kiss.
She did say a kiss in front of everyone, but she didn't say they got to see. Well, unless you counted two silhouettes.
Thankfully he could steady her with his arm about her waist like that, though with the strong winds it was hard to maintain both it and the position to give a proper kiss. Still worth it though. The problem was, she was trying to figure out something meaningful to say after the win, or something affectionate and witty after not having gotten to really spend time with him lately because of things and stuff, but for some reason she was drawing a blank--probably because she figured she would have time to walk over and deliver the prize herself.
Thankfully the awkwardness was avoided by a strong burst of wind that wrenched her out of Gale's grasp and tumbling in the field thanks to one flowery umbrella. Spanish was rapidly being tossed out as she tried to secure her footing . . . in the mud.
It was neither graceful nor successful.
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