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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 4
Total: 14 (2-20)
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 Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 5:11 am
Rep smiled and it was all prominent canines as he snarled. "Well you got the mean b*****d s**t right anyway."
"And no. No we aren't ******** done here." And this time he swung for the throat.
HP: 44
DMG:8
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 6:01 am
Rep caught him across his throat and he choked, gasping out air as though he were drowning. Horace went down, hands clutching his neck for a moment. If they were on better terms, maybe he would've asked for fighting pointers. ...even if the pointers were just 'eat a bucket of rocks for breakfast'. He lunged forward, trying to bring the other man down, but misjudged and did no damage.
"Hurry it up," he rasped. Horace shot a look at Harrison and resisted the urge to wink cheekily, instead painfully grinning at Rep. "-before your husband gets bored."
Hp: 8
Dmg: 0
charge 0/3
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 10:40 am
Rep took the comment on Harrison as yet another threat, that when Harrison got bored, this guy was going to move in and take him away. It was his worst nightmare and even the pain hadn't alleviated it. He found he was afraid, more afraid than he had been in a long time and was backed into a corner, not sure what to do. He could drag him outside the wards, he could break his neck. But then he would die and Harrison WOULD be left all alone.
It was not a solution.
"I could kill you you know." he said. "I've done it before. I don't know why you keep ******** asking me to. Every ******** word you say is "kill me rep" in so many words. Do you ******** WANT to die?"
HP: 44
DMG:no
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 8
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 11:20 am
"Not die, not really, but I'm looking forward to some hot nurses in short skirts in the infirmary." Blood trickled down from his lip. Damn, he thought, he must've clipped it with his teeth when Rep knocked him in the throat. Horace spat blood onto the ground. "Never could stand bullies like you."
{do you have a death wish, horace?}
{You're in my mind, Doctor. Don't you -know-?}
{...I see.}
Horace wobbled for a second, but then he was off, using the blunt side of one tekko to knock Rep across his face.
Hp: 8
Dmg: 4
charge 1/3
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 10
Total: 18 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 11:39 am
"Good ******** luck, most of the cunts in the infirmary are hardass sullen bitches and big ******** creepy ugly blokes who will manhandle you and no in any ******** good way." He was used to being called a bully, he considered it a compliment. The world was made up of those tough enough to bully others and those too weak to get there first. He'd been bullied enough, it felt good to be in the position of power.
The blow to his face caught his nose and real agony lanced through his entire skull, making his hiss audibly in pain, the fury rekindled sevenfold.
"But I'll be whatever you ******** say I am." he snarled, and this time he leapt, throwing his entire weight into the other man and knocking him to the ground, punching him until he felt the shield shatter, until he was striking flesh with nothing in between and the weapon was gone. Only the wards prevented it from being mortal and he stopped with a snarl of frustration.
"I could drag you out of the ******** wards and finish this." he said, baring his teeth. "Or you could ******** be a man and apologize."
HP: 40
DMG:12
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 12:18 pm
{black eye, split lip, possible concussion, bruised, perhaps broken ribs. unable to determine extent at this moment. recommended reexamination of humours in body. possible imbalance.}
As Rep hit him, Jannisari keep a running tally of injuries in his mind. It was not helpful. Suddenly, his hand were empty, fear shield broken, and Horace felt the pain like a lance. One of his eyes was rapidly swelling shut. But there was a large part of Horace that refused to back down. He spat blood in Rep's face.
"I ain't gonna apologize for some innocent words online. I asked; he said no, end of story, Bubba. You gonna kill me while he's watching? That's some-" Horace coughed, blood dripping from his nose. "-kinky s**t right there." His own mind said he was being very, very stupid, but well, it was a little had to think right now anyway.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 12:45 pm
Rep gave the man a long, dismal look. "Okay." he said flatly, and getting off the other man, seized his foot and started dragging him in the direction of the edge of the training fields.
doing?> the fallen angel hissed in his thoughts.
<> he said flatly.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 1:29 pm
At that, Harrison did stand and pocket the binoculars. Jordan had given him the holder. He'd been angry and sad and bitter about that a while, but he realized the feeling had been starting to scar over.
When he got to the field, there was a little blood, but nothing looked broken. Rep seemed okay, physically.
"Maybe not the best infirmary carry," Harrison joked, but under it was concern. He searched Rep's eyes for any changes, anything that might have hinted at something other.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 1:43 pm
Horace wriggled and kicked weakly at Rep. This was it - this was the end and he hadn't even gotten laid in forever. Still, more interesting that Oklahoma he reasoned. But another voice piqued his interest.
"Oh," he said, surprised. With a groan, he raised his head to see where he'd been dragged. "Hello, Harrison. Have you come to finish me off? Must be nice - working in a duo. Just no circle jerks over my body, ok?" With that, he collapsed flat and closed his eyes, watching the colors swirl nauseatingly behind his eyelids.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 1:47 pm
"I wouldn't ******** waste my spunk." Rep said dismissively to Horace.
"Take him out of my sight before I strangle him." he said to Harrison, looking tired and irritable but in full control of his faculties. He'd won, he told himself, he'd managed to keep it all within the rules, he hadn't ******** anything up, no one would be coming after him with more restrictions and more things he couldn't do. He wouldn't be sent to the arctic.
He didn't feel like he'd won, he just wanted to dig in his nails and hurt the c**t.
Wiping the blood off his face, he licked his hand. "Maybe some ******** day he'll realize how ******** light he got off."
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2014 7:50 pm
Harrison pulled Rep slightly closer, inspecting him proper instead. "He's not an organ pile, so that's an improvement on the last ******** of matches." Rep would be familiar with the routine. He'd even done it in the blood and snow, when it hadn't been...entirely Rep.
Once he was sure he wasn't going to dislocate anything, and had satisfied himself over Rep's condition, Harrison wrapped him Rep in a sudden and tight hug.
"I'm not going anywhere. Idiot."
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