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Bittiface rolled 2 12-sided dice:
4, 7
Total: 11 (2-24)
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 Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 4:10 pm
HP: 25
Dmg: 5
Otto went down, head over heels as Sasha pulled his feet out from under him. As soon as he was down, he used moves he'd been taught by Clerise to flip himself back up. His hands on the ground, his feet back out behind him, he flipped backward, back onto his feet, and kicked up his weapon back into his hands.
All of that sudden movement took a lot of energy, leaving his follow up attack a little weak in comparison. He swung outward at Sasha once again.
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bipolar bee rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 3
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 4:17 pm
Sasha's brows lifted in pleased surprise, but his attack quickly erased the expression from her face. Her own attack was weaker, a quick mindful rap of the backside of her sword across Otto's ribs.
She was nearly finished, but not quite ready to admit defeat.
HP: 14
DMG: 4
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Bittiface rolled 2 12-sided dice:
9, 7
Total: 16 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 4:25 pm
HP: 21 Dmg: 10 Otto pushed her back with another swing, stepping forward as he struck at her again soon after. He turned, spinning the weapon above his head and bringing it back around to strike at her back.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 4:41 pm
Sasha went down, hard, panting softly as she rested on her hands and knees after Otto's last brutal blow. Sweat pebbled along her upper lip and dampened the fine hairs at her temples. The ground was coarse against her fingers, and she rocked back to sit in a more dignified position.
"I'm done. Thank you."
HP: 4
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 4:49 pm
Otto dismissed Tenya, totating his neck to work out the kinks. "Yer welcome." He was just ever so generous.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 8:41 pm
Straightening, Sasha lifted her scarf to dab at the dampness on her face. She watched Otto while doing so, returning Nona to her totem form before slipping a bit closer to the Death hunter.
"You're stronger than you look, Otto," she praised, watching him work the kinks out of his neck. "Need help? With your neck, I mean."
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 8:47 pm
Ah. Compliments. Rare and elusive. He got empty ones from friends here and there, ungrounded and probably meant to perk him up without any effort. Or maybe he just didn't know how to accept them as truth. "Thanks.." He chose to accept it, since he had just bested her in battle. Truth be told he agreed that he didn't really look like much just looking at him. He figured the Fear from Tenya was what really made him strong. Her offer had him looking down at her curiously. "Um... sure?" Help how? Evidently he'd never been given a massage of any kind before. Maybe her years in Life granted her secret doctor specialties unbeknownst to him.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 8:57 pm
Sasha slipped behind Otto, pausing to walk her fingers up his shoulder before digging in with both hands - gentle, capable, not too rough - in an attempt to ease the tense muscles on either side of his neck.
"You're getting taller," she remarked idly, thoughtfully.
Her fingers brushed against the scar at the base of his neck.
"If you could get rid of your scars, would you?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 9:05 pm
Otto smiled. She couldn't see, standing behind him as she helpfully eased the tension in his neck. It was fleeting, and small. A little flutter of pride that he was actually a relatively normal height. It was a silly thing to be happy about. It wasn't an achievement of any kind, not something he worked to obtain. Just an act of God that came at a time he thought he'd long since thought to be impossible.
So he nodded. Yes. Yes, he was taller.
Her question came with a moment of introspection, carefully mulling it over. "I thought about that before... not too long ago I would have said yes, that I'd keep them. But... Lately, every single scar just makes me itch." Memories engraved on his skin, never to be taken away. Each one inflicted on him not of his own choice or will. They were forced on him by those wishing to end his life. Ugly, disgusting scars. They were no longer signs of his refusal to die. No longer badges of survival.
"Yours are gone. Right? How does it feel... to have a fresh slate.."
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 6:48 am
Sasha gave one last squeeze of his shoulders before moving around him, pausing before Otto with an odd smile on her lips. "My scars were products of my own stupidity, brought on by foolish interactions that could have been prevented. Even still, I was proud of them. Silly, really, since they hadn't been won in some noble fight - or anything worth mentioning. At first, admittedly, I was outraged that they'd been taken from me." Her voice was soft and lilting, thoughtful. "They were mine to have, you know? A part of me. But after some thought, well. It's nice to have them gone. A fresh slate." Sasha nodded. She liked the sound of that. It made sense to her, perfect sense.
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 8:00 am
His eyes rested on her small form as she stood before him, his neck and shoulders feeling marginally better. His eyes trailed past her as he thought a bit. He was a little envious of her. Only a little. Sometimes he wished he could start all over again. Simply because hindsight was 20/20, and the mistakes of the past never let him be. But they shaped him and who he was. Was he happy with the him that was now? Or did he hate himself more with each passing day? Each mistake, each failure. "Well, good for you, then." He said in an attempt to congratulate her. "By the way? Its good havin' you back here."
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 8:24 am
Sasha wasn't put off by his off-handed congratulation, his gruff demeanor, none of it. All the pieces came together to form the young man standing before her, and Sasha could appreciate each part of him for what it was. She smiled. "It's good to be back," Sasha responded softly. "I'm going to shower and eat - I'll talk to you later?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 9:22 am
Otto nodded. He liked that she didn't feel the need to drag out a conversation, or company. They'd sparred, had a short conversation, and that's all he needed. "Sounds good. Talk to you later." He gave a small wave, stuffing his hands into his pockets and wandering away from the training fields.
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