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lizbot rolled 7 4-sided dice:
2, 1, 2, 4, 1, 3, 3
Total: 16 (7-28)
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 Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 12:00 am
Styker blazed to life at her last hit and began thrumming and shaking with energy in her hands. America grinned at Kostya's complaint. "Never said I hated you on a personal level. Equals doesn't mean I like you, and it definitely doesn't mean I trust you." She let go of the ball, grip sliding down it's chain as she swiftly moved, body arcing and flipping backward in a series of back handsprings until she'd reached the end of the weapon's chain and viciously snapped the burning ball back toward her and left a growing fireball in its wake. Right near Kostya's feet.
The explosion after was pretty satisfying, and Stryker was very pleased that she'd finally done one of the elaborately cool moves he'd thought up during their down time. America did a fist pump, and crowed, "Yeeeeah! Take that Cindy Walbush! I would have been a ******** awesome cheerleader you bleach bottle b***h!"
Moment over, she turned to call out to Kostya, "What do you think? Too much? I'm not sure it'll be practical, to be honest, but Stryker really likes those sorts of things."
They make you 1000% more effective ghoul! Impressing the enemy is half the battle!
HP: 31
Dmg: 14
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its me debz rolled 9 4-sided dice:
1, 2, 4, 2, 2, 2, 4, 4, 1
Total: 22 (9-36)
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 8:54 am
Konstantin wasn't a fool-- he was willing to admit when he was outmatched. As America's weapon set his feet on actual, literal fire.
"Zmei gorinich,*" he hissed, and Syntax warned him with a series of annoyed chirps that their shields were running low.
"I am not understanding you," Kostya admitted helplessly. "Make less sense than physics," he continued, trying to level a shaking arm in her direction. He fired a large blast, but it veered off course, singing the grass behind her instead of landing.
"Unpractical," he agreed, backing up in hope of getting out of the Sun trainee's range. "But. Cannot deny it vorks."
America baffled him-- in every way-- but he was not a dishonest man.
hp// 14
dmg//
charge// 1 used, 0/3
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lizbot rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 8
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 2:39 pm
Eyebrows raised, America glanced at the grass, "That...woulda hurt, damn." And in a flash she was closing the gap, twirling Stryker's chain as she ran. "I guess if it works it works," she grinned, letting the bladed ball loose, aiming the flail to tangle at his legs.
HP: 31
Dmg: 7
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 3
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 2:46 pm
"Da," he replied, disappointed with his failure to land a blow. She was insufferable. She was unbearable. She was as arrogant as her country. She was, unfortunately, about as strong, too. The blades had done a number on his shield, digging in deep with every blow, and Syntax started flashing the warning signs in his minds eye that system power was running low.
Taking aim again, Konstantin --
Promptly tripped and fell, tangled in her flail. "Ya tebia dostal," he muttered, kicking the chains away, attempting to disentangle himself. That had hurt, damnit.
"Ouch." Kostya staggered to his feet, debating the merits of yielding.
*I've had enough of you
hp// 7
dmg//
charge// 1 used, 0/3
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lizbot rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 1:27 pm
America tugged the chain back, nicking him in the shin as she did so. "You 'bout ready to give up, bucko?" She bounced on her feet, ponytail swinging merrily. She looked very much like a little kid winning a game, and not all like this was a serious battle of national pride and ideals.
HP: 31
Dmg: 1
Charge: 2/3
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 5
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 2:19 pm
"Ugh," was the only response America's taunt elicited.
She looked happy.
It was terrifying: smiles did not suit that woman.
With a final, half hearted shot that would have barely singed her hair, Konstantin sighed. Syntax crowed about no emergency reserves in the form of a blinking label, followed by a series of angry electronic beeps.
"Fine, da. Yes."
Konstantin desummoned his weapon, hands up in open defeat. "Admitting defeat." He fixed America with a dogged stare. "Vhat do vish for, for prize?"
Perhaps he had made a grave, grave mistake.
hp// 6
dmg// 3
charge// 1 used, 1/3
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 9:57 pm
America had been getting ready to literally pounce on the man when he admitted defeat. A bit awkwardly she straightened up and clear her throat, obviously surprised by the logical and practical decision he'd just made. "Well...what about you," she gave herself only the briefest of moments to think about it, "...strip naked and run laps around dorms for a half hour while singing the Star Spangled Banner?"
Her smile had grown at least ten times brighter.
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 11:34 pm
His eyes narrowed.
"Do not know vords. Also, only if can keep undervear."
Please, god, just let him wear some underwear.
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 11:39 pm
America pursed her lips, "Well that takes any and all fun out of it." She hemmm'd and hawww'd a bit after that, as apparently now she had to make her win worth it and not a waste of a perfectly good chance to hold power over someone. Finally she spoke again, "Tell you what. I won. Democracy won. So now you gotta live in my nation, the Basement Nation. Where we vote on things and I...am president."
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 11:43 pm
Well, that was fortuitous.
He nodded in agreement, offering America his hand.
"Is deal. Does nation have true name, or is just," air quotes ensued, "Basement Nation?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 11:47 pm
She grabbed his hand in an enthusiastically firm grip. "Basement Nation is good enough. We toyed with the idea of the United Rooms of America, but it was a bit unwieldy. Get your stuff down there by tonight, I got some work for you to do."
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 12:01 am
His face momentarily slipped into a grimace before slipping back into impassivity.
"Okay," Kostya agreed, for reasons twofold.
1. While he was making strides in the bravery department, he was still too cowardly to tell Mimsy of his intentions. This was his easy out, a get out of jail free card. He was a man of his word, and while this outcome was not an unexpected one, it was a chance he was going to leap at.
2. His belongings were so few and far between that it would take little enough time to parcel them up and transport them downstairs.
"Vill collect things now," he continued, brushing dirt off of his clothes. "Unless..Further reasons needed?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 12:04 am
"Not unless you've changed your mind about that little jog," America smirked and looked him over.
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