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Baneful rolled 7 4-sided dice:
4, 3, 4, 4, 4, 3, 1
Total: 23 (7-28)
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 Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 2:22 pm
Something about the Life hunter's gun had seemed to change. There was a glow, deep rooted and more than just the runes that had started to thrum and pulse. The voice in his head, normally ignored was being listened to. The wolf did not surrender, he did not submit. Mik should not do either.
He had placed his (he felt) continued survival in the hands of a greater power, and Fen would deliver him from this terrible situation and back to his sandcastles.
Sliding his hands along the barrel of the large weapon, he angled it down almost point blank at the other man, reaching up just far enough to pull the trigger. There was a flash of white, a sound like a very large firework being launched and then a boom as the charge itself went off.
"LET. ME GO." he yelled.
HP: 28
DMG: 19
Charge 0/3
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 3:06 pm
Horace went flying rather dramatically. He felt his shield shatter and suddenly everything hurt quite a lot worse. "Fuuuccck," he groaned and held up a hand. "Fine, I give the ******** up! Just know your willful ignorance is gonna get you killed one day." It was then that he realized he'd been shot thorough backwards... a** first into Mikael's sand castle. Horace groaned again, wishing the world would stop spinning.
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 2
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 3:14 pm
He'd spent a long time building that sandcastle. He'd gotten it perfect. And now it was gone.
He was SO MAD.
Tantrums armed with a sniper rifle were slightly worse than tantrums pre-island.
There was another boom.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 3:23 pm
There was no response. He peeked open one eye to stare at Mikael. ...just in time to get shot viciously in the shoulder. Horace didn't even have time to yell in pain before he blacked out.
Why, Mikael, why? It was only sand.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 3:34 pm
He would awaken minutes later to see a petite black woman looming above him with a frown. Behind her was a sand structure tall as a man and Mik nowhere in sight. "What the fudge were you two playing at, sparring off the training fields?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 4:15 pm
"Oh, hello," he said conversationally, feeling even his teeth ache. "Have I died and gone to sandy, sandy hell?" He groaned and tried to sit up before laying back again. His arm hurt like it was on fire. "Mikael got upset with me and clocked me right with his gun-thing and well, he wouldn't stop. It really-" He paused and sucked in a pained breath. Moving slightly, he pulled the trowel out from underneath his back. "-wasn't intentional at all, Ms.Angel. I was only trying to defend myself and didn't do a bang-up job of it." He looked around, as much as he could without actively getting up.
"Where is the little bugger anyway?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 5:05 pm
He got an unimpressed look. "First thing," she began flatly, "I'm not your frickety frack angel, trainee. Second, I know what only defending yourself looks like. The other boy's in time out, so while he settles down, maybe you can repeat your answer and leave out the horse tooky."
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 5:16 pm
"Yes, ma'am," he held up both hands in defeat. Horace wondered what she'd do to him. Unfortunately, nothing pleasant. He shelved his sass for a moment. And he always felt more cheeky when he was helpless. It was a terrible defense mechanism. "I told him he should learn to swim, and that I'd teach him because I though it'd be a useful life skill, and he didn't take too kindly to that. And when he hit me, I kind of... hit him back." Slowly, Horace sat up, feeling his head spin.
"And then I fell on his sand castle."
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