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chirigami rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 4
Total: 11 (2-16)
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 Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 8:05 pm
Pretty much this took place when the explosions and volleys went flying around Milo.
It hurt a lot. And wasn't just his chest this time, but like all over and with the deep dip into his Fear Shield, Milo was feeling it a lot more. Yeah, he was going to be bruised a lot in the morning. And hopefully that would be the extent of it, since his stupid pride wasn't going to let him quit now.
So, when the attacks finally did stop raining down on him, Milo still managed to keep chugging along and took a rather tired looking leap at Konstatin with his blade held high and swung low.
"Wow.... so you are totally like.. my sempai..." He replied through ragged breath, "any ... tips? Or know ... of any real cool spots...? Still... getting my feel of th' place."Quote: hp: 10/40 damage: 5 charge: 3/3 || 1/2
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 8:51 pm
The word 'sempai' was greeted with a quizzical tilt of the head, and the spinning gears in his mind were nearly visible. An oncoming blow startled him out of any thought processes, and with an undignified yelp, Kostya bore the brunt of the blow without protecting himself-- the blade sliced diagonally across his chest. Syntax was still on high alert, but it was getting to the point where it was a hindrance, rather than a boon. Enough, please, he mentally pleaded, and the weariness was so unusual that Syntax stopped short. Immediately, he began mental diagnostics, poking and prodding at his state of mind, but that was better than the screeching he'd been doing before. "Ah, vell. Ve have library, if like reading-- but not too many thing to read for fun. Have own library, vith some fiction book. Ve are close in basement, da? Should come see." hp// 30 dmg// 1 charge// 1/3, 1/2 used
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chirigami rolled 7 4-sided dice:
3, 3, 4, 2, 2, 2, 4
Total: 20 (7-28)
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Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2014 10:52 pm
"I'm not like an illiterate or anythin,'" Milo replied as he bounced back with minimal effort. Well, some, he was starting to ache a bit but whatever Konstatin did in retaliation didn't hurt as much and allowed him to gain some distance. Especially with Koume buzzing in his mind. "We're like neighbors, so of course," he grinned before taking another step back. Open invitation, hurray! (Not like he really needed one, right?)
< Ready when you are... > It was odd how bored and excited she could sound as he lifted up the blade of the naginata into the air. The runes began to glow softly and as a small breeze began to pick up Milo swung it down hard cutting the air. It wasn't meant to strike directly, but release a strung gust of really sharp pointy looking feathers. That were meant to hurt.
"Hayate Ryu Kengi ~ Shipuzan!" Well, he felt he needed to say something along with it. And felt a little bad for releasing one of his special attacks, but... well, it seems Konstatin had done it first... so.. well...Quote: hp: 9/40 damage: 17 charge: 0/3 || 1/2 using!
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 8
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 11:58 am
The things that were meant to hurt did, indeed, hurt. A great deal, actually: the razor edges pelted against his shield, and Syntax mentally did a hard reset, the sound of a dial tone flooding Kostya's mind as he did. We not have time for this.[syntax.error@K.BASHMET ~]# fatal error on line 1
[syntax.error@K.BASHMET ~]# process force killed
[syntax.error@K.BASHMET ~]# rebooting..._
[syntax.error@K.BASHMET ~]# loading credentials..._
[syntax.error@K.BASHMET ~]# please enter password_ No.[syntax.error@K.BASHMET ~]# password incorrect_
[syntax.error@K.BASHMET ~]# please enter password_ Kostya sighed, and shakily raised an arm, aiming it at Milo with an expression of irritation written on his face. It was unusual for Syntax to be so pushy: he often wasn't, not unless Svensyl was around. The weapon chirped that it liked this one and his spear, which made zero sense considering the alarm shrieks he'd been firing off at the beginning of the spar. Apparently, those were terms of endearment. Technologic.[syntax.error@K.BASHMET ~]# password accepted_
[syntax.error@K.BASHMET ~]# ヾ(●ω●)ノ Syntax fired. hp// 13 dmg// 6 charge// 2/3, 1/2 used
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chirigami rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 7
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 1:12 am
Milo wouldn't have really know that that last shot was apparently some sort of love tap or whatever. Because it hit just hard as all the others, and even more so with the ever so dwindling reserves of his shield. It was now to the point that you could see it flicker in a more defined manner, ready to break with the smallest of attacks.
Koume didn't seem too pleased, but the trainee didn't really know when to quit. "Aa, so no hard feelings, ya? Good." He grinned and winced, gathering up his resolve to give Koume a little dramatic flick. He imagined himself in some sort of heroic pose, that sort when the team was nearly beaten down by a foe and there was some heavy battle damage to his sentai suit (there wasn't much, thanks to the shield), blood in the corner of the mouth (there wasn't any of that), sweat (there was that) and haggard breath (some of that), ready to do a last amazing attack (maybe). He didn't yell like they tended to in the show, just kept on a determined smile as he spun the naginata in one hand, leaped forward like an idiot and swiped the blade across at his new found Russian friend.
He was going to need a nickname for him. Wasn't there a Russian in Battle Fever J?Quote: hp: 3/40 damage: 8 charge: 1/3 || 1/2 used
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 1:58 am
After the blow landed on his person with significant damage, Kostya shook his head to clear it. "None vhatsoever," he reassured Milo, and Syntax's happy laughter showed that the weapon was in the same boat. After a final shot in Milo's direction-- one that almost didn't hit its mark-- a flash low battery signal flashed before his eyes. Kostya put his hands up in surrender. "Is a good spar. Am good to call it now, if you are vanting to also." There wasn't a smile, but the politest head nod in his repertoire was offered to Milo. hp// 5 dmg// 1 charge// 3/3, 1/2 used
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 10:59 pm
It was still enough for the cracks to deepen and the hazards of a breaking shield grow closer. Koume seemed bristled and offended for it almost happening again, her grumbles bitter and filled with colorful language.
Honestly, he was still stupid enough to not mind going on but when Konstantin suggested they end their little bout, Milo felt his whole body sag in relief. "Aa, brah, totally fine with it." Even though it was hard to admit. "Think my partner here is more than happy to, seems to hate losin' which I'm sure we were, haha." Aa, he was more tired than he thought, he realized as he planted Koume's blade into the ground and took in a deep breath.
"That was pretty awesome though, thanks for the round, ya?" He offered with a sincere smile along with an outreached hand to shake.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 7:32 pm
Kostya nodded once to Milo's concession, marking down his first win of note. "Is good to, ah." Kostya idly scratched the back of his head, brows furrowing as he searched for the words floating around his mind, attempting to pin down the idiom. "Stretch of vings." And then. His almost easy going manner faltered as he stared down at Milo's outstretched hand. Grimacing, he met it with his own hand, happy that his hand was covered in a glove. "You are being velcome."
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2014 10:09 pm
Milo let the turn of phrase roll around in his head for a moment, processing it before realizing that yeah, he understood it. He simply let out a small laugh at it and the reciprocated handshake that seemed a bit hesitated.
"We should do it again sometime, ya?" Milo went on in a cheery manner, "Can probably find me easily enough if you're ever in the mood and all." He shrugged before taking hold of the hilt of the naginata.
"Think I'm gonna grab something to eat for now." Seemed the spar worked up a little appetite. "See ya around, neighbor." Milo tapped two fingers to his forehead before waving them off like a salute. With that he left the training field.astrazilla man this is old, figured I should put an end to it ~
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