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seekingCylem rolled 2 4-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-8)
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 Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 12:14 am
Lophie's HP: 21/40
Thugs' HP: 5/50[ "...Tamiya?" Sinter tried again, quieter. He was hearing more violence than chanting at this point. Either Tamiya was the one getting beaten up, or she'd gone into some sort of horrible state of clown flow. Sinter shuddered.
He contemplated trying to climb up Lophie's jagged back for a better vantage point, but she reared up and crashed down on the scene. Sinter decided he was better off where he was in the alley. Doing what he was doing. ]
Lophie does 3 damage.
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Sypon rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 12:17 am
TAMIYA:
6/20
(no more trinket no more lusus)
Tamiya found herself going out of control once more. Her strokes no matter bruised so much as glancing off of her enemies time and time again. It was infuriating, to say the least. The upper hand slipped back into the thugs' presence as she fell back, now receiving many attacks to her person.
"Damnit..." Tamiya muttered. The two were putting up a valiant fight, to be sure. It was a last-minute attack. Hopefully she could make up the difference and destroy them for good... But she was getting tired.
"Sinter!" Tamiya called. "Prepare to flee or pursue on foot!"
Tamiya does 3 damage!
Thugs: 2/50
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seekingCylem rolled 2 4-sided dice:
1, 1
Total: 2 (2-8)
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 12:20 am
Lophie's HP: 17/40
Thugs' HP: 1/50[ "W-W-Wait, what!?" Sinter couldn't have heard that right. Was Tamiya seriously going to make a break for it? Was she expecting him to run off on his own!? Lophie couldn't run! Granted, he blended into the Chittentown crowds much better than Lophie or Tamiya, but he was by no means indistinguishable from the average redblood, and of course Lophie could dig, but she wasn't the type of lusus to abscond without her charge and Sinter seriously doubted she trusted him and Tamiya enough to let them run away from attackers by themselves, but what if the street corners around here had cameras--
Lophie bashed one of the thugs in the head with her lure while Sinter panicked. ]
Lophie does 1 damage.
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Sypon rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 12:22 am
TAMIYA: 5/20 (no more trinket no more lusus) "How...." Tamiya sputtered and started. The second burn hurt worse than the first. These thugs cut deep - and after her beating, she could not even fathom how they could sink so low. Tamiya proceeded to fly off the ******** handle. "How could you shitnooks even say that!" Tamiya shrieked. She went off. "My father is to be respected! And you treat his holy shitnasty bombing presence like some wormy shitstained useless barnacle-touched garbage that crawled out your dirty assholes, that you feed your lusii. I will tell you that he has protected and served the Messiahs and the Queen -- OUR BITCHING, FINFLIPPING QUEEN -- his entire goddamn life, better than your worthless pieces of broken marionette lives that you so so willingly live through night after tentslitting night. During the day I bet you lay awake, curled in your depraved and recycled toiletslime at night, stroking your honkbuckets and wishing for your own lusus to return, give you warm meaty prey and a swat on the skull with a touch of its spindly fronds - some sob story about your fall from grace could not garner any sympathy for your disgusting ******** s**t-headed ******** here today, you stabbing gingerbread dandybastards. This city is worse enough that the natural, pure desert water can't even flow out of the gog-forsaken parched-a** ground and here you are beating the squeaks out of those who cannot defend themselves? You make me ******** sick. My lusus would murder you both in an instant for your crimes against trollmanity and Alternia. His grace touches all he meets, but you -- oh, you -- you would turn his blessing into a festering apple fart that no one can ever escape from. Your saggy limbs and molding brains could never preserve his presence inside of you in the first place with all of the horrendous mucus you excrete just to live, and all of those who stand around you would be ashamed and embarrassed by your stinky, horrific smell. You are the ******** worst, and you should just die." In addition to her lengthy spitfire, Tamiya slapped the thugs and screamed directly into their faces. Tamiya does 1 damage! Thugs: 0/50! Thugs at 0 The first thug stands back and puts his hands up. "Woah there bud, we didn't realize we were dealing with a real spitfire! Ha ha - we was just kidding around, right?" The second troll nods with a little more emphasis than before. "No need to get hung up over it, seeing as you put up a pretty fair fight. Cause all the trouble you want." With that, the two trolls turn and take to their heels as fast as their wounded machismo will let them.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 12:50 am
[ Even with Lophie between them, Sinter's rambling was steamrolled by Tamiya's tirade. He halted in his pacing as the sounds of fighting stopped and Tamiya's profanity-laden shoutstream reigned supreme. When all was literally said and done, both Sinter and Lophie were silent.
"...So everything's alright over there, I take it..?" Sinter offered. His concern was genuine, but ever so slightly tinged with sarcasm.
Lophie grunted and plunged back into the sand, revealing Sinter and Tamiya to each other. Sinter waved goodbye to his lusus distractedly and looked over the scene Tamiya and Lophie had left him.
"...You..." Sinter started and trailed off. Tamiya's face was more blood and sand than paint, but she seemed more wired than pained. Sinter concealed a chuckle with a sigh. "Let's head back to my place and wash up." ]
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 12:56 am
Tamiya was refreshed. She nodded with satisfaction as the drones turned tail, part of her still wanting to take chase. However, the other part of her wanted to sit down and take a rest. Damn, were her joints tired. She took a deep breath and let out all of the strain from her body - she was completely tense from her tirade.
Breathing out a last audible time through her nostrils, Tamiya turned her gaze to Sinter. She did not see much of an issue, though her holy vestments (those residing on her face especially) were marred it was true. Her moirail spoke the truth.
"I was going to suggest we follow them..." Tamiya mused. She then considered Sinter. He was so small. She might endanger him. He wasn't used to fighting the way she was -- though soon she knew he'd pick it up. It wouldn't be fair to her friend to put him through that. Even if he couldn't do his diamond duties one-hundred percent. It wasn't out of wisdom or tact that Tamiya did not tell this to Sinter, but mere coincidence. She shrugged her shoulders and conceded to his suggestion, knowing that at the Heilig hive a warm welcome was assured. It was just now that Tamiya realized the depth of her exhaustion and her wounds. After the scuffle, a long hot bath sounded like just what she desired. Then after, if the day wasn't threatening, perhaps she could protest some more. A perfect night.
"But you make a valid point. Let us depart."
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