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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 1
Total: 2 (2-16)
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 Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 9:24 pm
"Charge," was all that Kostya replied with, accompanied by a half shrug. "Yours is...being...defensive?" Given the way that the other man's weapon had flared up, but no blow had come his way.
"Most of time..." He aimed another shot at Obadiah, but it flew wobbly, and veered hard to the left. "Not so reliable."
HP: 23 DMG: sad CHG: 1/2 used, 0/3 charged
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Rejam rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 9:49 pm
"Yeah," was the blunt answer. Taym was bouncing the knife in his fingers again, eyeing Kostya's arm and not quite retaliating yet. Pausing, for whatever reason; catching his breath--he was, pathetically, already winded--or reluctant to continue, or just trying to figure out something that might be glorified with the word "strategy." "So whose fault is it?" He asked, jerking an elbow in Kostya's general direction. "The weapon's, or yours?" He found this question relevant to his immediate interests. Namely, he needed someone to blame when this all went downhill for him. HP: 33 DMG: none CHG: 0/3 | 1/2
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 9:57 pm
Kostya looked at his arm with a bland look.
"Veapon is a tool. Is not malfunction. Problem vith end user."
Syntax chirped his agreement, mentally showing his hunter a series of brightly coloured cubes to display it. It was intriguing that he was starting to understand such primitive methods of communicating.
"Have no real deep connection," he hazarded, trying to fire another round that veered off and landed behind him with a sizzle. "Veapon does as pleases. And...bad aim. Both."
HP: 23
DMG: rly
CHG: 1/2 used, 0/3 charged
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Rejam rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 7
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 9:58 pm
Fiona gloated. She didn't say anything, but the seeitoldyouso(sir) was unmistakeable. Giving her fodder to flaunt her infinite superiority made Kostya a suddenly much more appealing target, and with irritation Taym abruptly uncoiled like a striking snake. The glancing shot wasn't anything to write home about, but it broke the lull, anyway.
"I feel like they only want credit when they do well, and not when they ******** up." Well. If that was an indicator of his relationship with his weapon, it suggested unpleasant things about what the person living in his head must have to deal with. As though living in the head of a person like Taym wasn't punishment enough.
HP: 33
DMG: 3
CHG: 1/3 | 1/2
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 9:58 pm
He hissed as the dagger struck him, and it was all he could do to loose a blast as he stumbled back. It was so weak it would have barely singed the man's coat, if that.
"Mine does not vant credit at all," he replied in a clipped tone. "He is a child, like students ve fight. Ten years, maybe, before is becoming veapon." It was so hard to be frustrated by Syntax's carefree ways when he took that into account. "You are seeming bitter. Has veapon not improved life?"
HP: 20
DMG: 1
CHG: 1/2 used, 1/3 charge
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Rejam rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 9:59 pm
He laughed a laugh that wasn't amused at all. "Improved? Has my life improved?" He was distracted by the mirthless-laughing cataloging of why his life had not, in fact, improved. "I have a sixteen, seventeen year old prude living in my head, ignoring my questions and refusing to ******** interact with me beyond letting me know what a goddamned failure I am. Stick so far up her a** she isn't even bothering to correct me now." A pathetic swipe that barely caused a nick. "And you know how it is trying to get some ********' privacy, I imagine. Ten? That's ******** up." HP: 32 DMG: 1 CHG: 2/3 | 1/2
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 11:06 pm
Kostya levelled Obadiah with an even stare. "Privacy? On island, vith roommate?"
He shook his head, once. "No such thing. No need, either."
He bore the brunt of the blow with an arm, and while it did little damage, it was enough to knock his gun out of line, the ball of energy flying past Taym's ear with a whiz.
"Much sounding like personal troubles. Own two rubles."
HP: 19 DMG: 0 CHG: 1/2 used, 1/3 charge
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Rejam rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 11:07 pm
"No denying it's that," he answered grimly. "Roommate? In one of those little cells they call a room?" A rich complaint, given what he'd been sleeping in before he showed up. "Must be... cozy." Everything he thought about being cozy on the island was transparently obvious in his tone. He backed it up with a swipe of his arm that seemed almost dismissive, and as such managed a strike that was glancing at best. HP: 32 DMG: 2 CHG: 3/3 | 1/2 astrabot chip chip chip watch as my ability to write, already scant, drains away to nothing
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 8
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 11:47 pm
"For now," he replied, his lip curling slightly. "Not for long. Moving to basement."
Obadiah wasn't the only one with issues, it seemed, and he seemed reluctant to share much more. Instead, he channelled it into bludgeoning his opponent with his arm, punching him with his weapon-clad left arm.
A tactic he had, honestly, never quite tried before.
"Need little space. No items owned, really. Bed to sleep, store dry goods, clothes area." A shrug of his shoulders. "Vhat more need?"
HP: 17 DMG: 5 CHG: 1/2 used, 2/3 charge
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Rejam rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 5
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 11:48 pm
"What more indeed," he agreed drily, barking a laugh at a cosmic joke that Kostya couldn't possibly begin to get.
The punch had given him something else to be wary about. Life was easier when people didn't creative with their tactics. There wasn't much you could do to get creative with a knife, in Taym's opinion. All you could do was n** in and stab the first square inch of available flesh. Which he did, with somewhat more gusto.
Trash talking to some degree came naturally. He made a few assumptions, although he was beginning to suspect that doing that about the love life of anyone on Deus was a mistake. "Does that mean she's single? Is she hot?"
HP: 27
DMG: 4
CHG: 3/3 | 1/2
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 11:18 pm
The stick man laughed at something unknown, and Konstantin focused a little too much on his reactions instead of anticipating what was coming next.
He realised, with a yelp at the impact of the blade, that he might very well lose this. Outclassed by a dagger.
"She is dating Robert," he explained, face blank. "Or something so like it. Am moving out, to give space. Ve did not have romantic feeling."
His opponent was as slippery as an eel; he never seemed to be able to hit him with more than just a glancing blow. The same was true of the subsequent punch.
HP: 13 DMG: 3 CHG: 1/2 used, 3/3 charge
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Rejam rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 6
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 11:19 pm
"Friendzoned, replaced, and then she boots you out into the basement? Harsh." His grin was sudden, but not as sudden as the whip-snap movement of his arm, seizing a window of opportunity and actually doing it right, for once. It felt sickeningly vicious, even by his standards, but the uppercut swing into Kostya's neck was, at least, highly effective. Maybe he ought to aim for the face more often.
HP: 24
DMG: 8
CHG: 3/3 | 1/2
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its me debz rolled 9 4-sided dice:
2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 2, 4, 2, 1
Total: 21 (9-36)
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 11:20 pm
Konstantin rolled his eyes at the obtuse jabs, it was clear that Obadiah was misinterpreting for the fun of it.
That was fine. He was welcome to his jokes, but what wasn't fine was his own moment of vulnerability-- the knife embedded itself into his neck, and it withdrew with a sick, slick sound.
He felt nothing, in comparison to what he would have felt without a shield. But that nothing was still painful, a searing ache in his neck, and Kostya stumbled back, coughing wetly. His left arm glowed, his weapon charging a blast.
"Good move," He wheezed, and Syntax flashed red and orange lights through his mind's eye, alerting repeatedly. Low shield levels, he seemed to be saying, low power, systems in critical condition. But to give up before he was spent would be cowardice, and he had spent long enough being a strategic coward to be sick of it.
Loosing the charged blast at Obadiah, Kostya said nothing.
HP: 5 DMG: 9.5 CHG: 2 used
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Rejam rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 7
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 3:18 pm
He sucked in a breath through his teeth at the impact, which had taken him completely by surprise--distracted by the somewhat traumatic image of a knife in someone's neck and lulled into a false sense of security by the insignificant little jabs they were trading. For an instant it looked like the blast was going to put him on his a**. Certainly he fumbled, but he caught himself, and with retaliatory anger in his eyes he launched back in, the knife seeking out Kostya's ribs. No small talk this time. Just a jaw-set attempt to let this be over. HP: 14 DMG: 4 CHG: 3/3 | 1/2
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 11:06 pm
Konstantin could be headstrong when it suited him, so it was fortunate his weapon knew his limits far better than he did.
Syntax loosed a continuous, sonorous wail within Kostya's head until he admitted defeat, the final blow knocking him to his knees.
He desummoned his weapon, both hands raised up, hoping that'd be sign enough for Obadiah to stop.
"You vin," he said, just in case, "good fight."
hp// 1 dmg// DEFEAT
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