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lizbot rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-12)
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 Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 7:21 pm
"If you had anger," America repeated slowly, voice curious and full of doubt. She caught the flash of the summoned claws with a grim little smile, even as their sharp, almost delicate bite dragged along her sides. Her breath caught at the sudden thrill of her rules, her own decision to not summon her own weapon was challenged so directly.
"Trustworthy as always," she breathed out, her hands still empty. There was a lingering pause where she simply stared at him until finally she shoved the man back, quick and sharp, as if trying to minimize the contact.
HP: 25
Dmg: 2
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 7:33 pm
The sound of Butch increased in pitch the closer he got, the more fear he managed to claw from her, repeating over and over that they had to taste her. His pulse didn't even quicken. He hadn't meant to phrase it quite the way he had, but he doubted she would ever truly understand the depth of his coldness, how could she?
"Jan is trustworthy." he said as he was pushed back only to close the distance all over again, drawn to her as if she was magnetic, talons at the ready, seeking to draw out the anger she claimed to control so effortlessly by stacking the fear of loss against her.
HP: 18
DMG: 4
Charge: 2/3
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lizbot rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 4
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 7:41 pm
He was starting to hit harder, the glow of the talons increasing with every strike. Stryker was a presence of increasing distress, and even hurt, that she still refused to summon him even with the sudden threat. The game's changed, ghoul.
No, no it hasn't.
"No he isn't," she hissed through her teeth, body tensing with the increased proximity, "but it looks like Lawrence isn't either." Her hand shot out to grab his arm, fingers closing tightly.
HP: 21
Dmg: 2
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 6
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 7:49 pm
He laughed, he couldn't help it. "Lawrence is dead. Lawrence is an old persona. Whoever told you that name knows even less than you do." He was more than that name, he'd sloughed that version of himself off like a skin, every persona bringing him closer to perfection.
It was always an inexplicable thrill being hear her, enough to move him, enough to make his heart rate kick up, enough to draw out physical reactions he only ever controlled in a primarily concious way. And with the fear, every single fraction he managed to steal, it was sweeter. She grabbed his arm and he leaned in close, inhaling deeply, audibly, grabbing her back and clenching his claws against her skin, her shield the way he'd clenched his hands on the ill fated grumpkins.
"And you really know nothing at all."
The white runes across the gauntlets kicked up and positively blazed as Butch let out a triumphant howl.
HP: 16
DMG: 7
Charge: 3/3
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lizbot rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 8:03 pm
Tears of pain pricked against her eyes as the claws tore through her shield and sank into flesh. But that was simply pain, and it would never be enough to stop her, to change the direction she had determined for herself. America wanted to tell him that she had gladly run in the face of forces beyond the abilities of a man with a weapon, and that no matter her intrigue with him, he would always, always be small in comparison.
"Yeah?" She gasped against him, pinned and held by the gauntlets. "So tell me. Who are you, right now?"
HP: 14
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Baneful rolled 2 4-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-8)
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 8:11 pm
"That's the question isn't it?" he said, his proximity to her the only real human closeness he felt like he had ever experienced, stolen every time and impossible to maintain. He needed to find a way to keep her for ever and the urgency only grew each time. He wanted to control her in the most absolute way possible. There was no defiance in death.
Butch snarled, and he realised that there was something the creature wanted him to do. He had never used a charge but he was aware of the premise, the aching need to possess to own, to steal almost overwhelming.
He let it flow through him without resistance and something about the claws changed, where they touched they set a drain on her shield. It was beautiful, it was poetry. He could let her taste the void he felt every day of his life.
"Who do you think I am?"
HP: 16
DMG: -
Charge: 0/3 The Bite Used. 3 turns, half absorb Turn 0/3
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lizbot rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 8:28 pm
He didn't know. At the brightness of the charge she'd braced herself against a sudden, powerful, attack. Something large, or very precise. But instead there was an odd sense of...connection. What had he done to her?
He didn't know.
She smiled, and it was unkind as she voiced the opinion that had slowly been growing of him since his first abrasive contact with her, "I doubt you're a person at all." Less of a who, more of a what. And that would have been sad, that would have provoked pity if it had been anyone, anyone else but this man.
She moved to strike out at him, but that sense of connection caught at and unbalanced her. "What did you do to me?"
HP: 14
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 8:38 pm
He had no reason to argue with her estimation of him. Not a person at all. He simply wasn't. He was more, infinitely more. People were flawed, weak and scared. The monsters they fought were born of those very frailties of the human mind. He had none of them.
"I can feel you." he said, low and breathy, twisting the talons against her. And it felt good to be able to speak in his natural voice, without the effort and pretence of inflection. She was blessed.
HP: 17
DMG: 2
Charge: 0/3 The Bite Used. 3 turns, half absorb Turn 1/3
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lizbot rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 8:45 pm
Her body rose with the motion, until she was balanced on her toes before him. It wasn't the pain that had her hands scrabbling ineffectively against the metal of his gauntlets, though, it was the sudden, sick sense that something was being taken. A sense Stryker confirmed in the midst of his tense whispers to summon him, just summon him.
HP: 12
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 7
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 8:46 pm
Butch was silent other than low muted snarls, everything about the canine speaking of one latched onto the throat of another, almost impossible to separate. And the longer both of them held on, the moments ticking past, the more he could feel it, something he'd never felt before, some taste of proximity, a link, a connection that became desperation. He needed more, infinitely more, but he was so close.
He felt stronger, aware of the sapped strength returning to his shield with an edge of ferocity absent every time before. And yet even in the face of victory the way she stood, so helpless and unarmed in front of him and yet protected was still infuriating.
"I just wanted to be your friend." he said flatly. "You make me have to fight for everything I get. If only you gave, we wouldn't have this little problem."
HP: 18
DMG: 2
Charge: 0/3 The Bite Used. 3 turns, half absorb Turn 2/3
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lizbot rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 9:15 pm
Her own shield was beginning to get dangerously low, fragile, even as his strengthened. America smiled anyway, sweat beading on her forehead and body tense with pain and a trickle of fear that the connection remained between them. "You," she accused softly, "have never wanted me to be your friend."
The smile grew teeth, "I'm not going to be your easy victory. I'm not going to be your victory at all." On the waist of her pants, a golden eagle pin briefly flickered with light and then died again as her hands clenched. She would not summon.
HP: 10
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 5
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 5:12 am
He wanted to sap everything that she was, kill her and sort through the pieces to find out how she had ticked, to have her completely unresisting and entirely his, to write her a song. If that wasn't friendship, what was? "If you say so." he said low and quiet, his shoulders aching with the effort of maintaining the tension in his claws, with staying close and twisted up with her.
"I never lose." he said, looking her over slowly. If she didn't summon, she didn't summon, the closeness was his reward, the defiance, everything that was her. "And it is because people think they know what I want. And are always, always wrong."
And this time it was his turn to reach up and wrap a taloned hand around her throat, to let her feel directly what he was doing, taking her for himself more and more, maintaining level and ruthless focus. When he felt something, some sensation, (emotion?) that was not his own or Butch's reach the sheer void that was him he severed the connection out of reflex and shock and immediately regretted the instinct.
His own mind's apparent treatment of emotion was as dangerous, like a burn or an injury was counter to everything he wanted to gain. It was illogical and it irritated him. "I was so close." he said, without the frustration he wished he felt. "I almost reached you."
HP: 21
DMG: 6
Charge: 0/3 The Bite Used. 3 turns, half absorb Turn 3/3
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lizbot rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 3
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 5:29 am
"An how can you know what you want when you don't even know-" America was cut off by the sudden, crushing grip that wrapped around her throat. It burned, cool and merciless as it cut off her air and tightened, further and further still. Black dots dancing in front of her eyes it was with a shock of relief to suddenly feel that brief bond between them sever.
She stared down at him with words that she could no longer voice, and struggled to pull back at the blades of his fingers, to make him give just enough to let her free to breathe once more.
Ghoul, the shield is about to go.
It's fine, I've got this. I've got this.
HP: 4
Dmg: 0
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 8
Total: 16 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 5:38 am
He was glad he'd cut her off. He didn't want to hear it. He had no uncertainty.
But he did.
None.
But he didn't know how they felt. Lesser or not.
He was perfect, that was all.
He didn't loosen his grip. Maybe it was anger, maybe it was something else. His shield hadn't helped him when she had him.
HP: 21
DMG: 10
Charge: 1/3 The Bite Used
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 11:21 am
The feeling of her shield shattering would likely never not leave America feeling raw and vulnerable. But for this once, it signaled relief as well. As soon as it broke around Lawrence's clawed hand, a blue flow flashed around her throat, first absorbing the extra damage, then forcing metal fingers apart, granting her the necessary inch of breath to take in air once again. Everything hurt, and her vision continued dancing sickly before her, but she was okay.
And she was still unarmed.
America had lost the spar, but she'd lost plenty since coming to the island. Losing a spar was nothing, but abiding by her own will and determination was everything.
She smiled as she caught her breath, victorious in the way that mattered, and waited for Lawrence to realize it and back off.
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