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prolixity rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 2
Total: 9 (2-20)
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 Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 8:06 am
"That's our job description," Jordan agreed. "The hitting hard, not the cream pies." He watched with interest as the other weapon's runes flared, produced something like electricity that sparked and leaped; he braced himself to take a shock, but the charge leapt back and down into Horace instead.
"Healing charge? Makes sense for a doctor." Jordan nodded. "I think I can see why she took the shape she did. How's your shield doing? Have you started to get a sense of that yet, or does she let you know?" He stepped forward and swung Ferros in a lazy arc, barely glancing off, the spikes that ringed the barrel's end raking low along Horace's leg. "As you work together more, you'll start recognizing what it feels like when your shield's getting lower. Harrison says B0nez gives him percentages, but B0nez is unusual."
That's definitely true.
Shush. "I feel Ferros's shield being worn away more like a tank of water slowly draining. The Doctor will probably have her own personal metaphor for the feeling. It varies."
HP: 38/60
Dmg: 3
Charge: 3/3
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 8:56 am
guess who forgot to roll - it's me!
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 8:57 am
"If your job was pies, maybe I'd transfer." Horace grinned. He only had time to nod before Ferros was sweeping low across his keg. Hissing, he bounced back, and was silent for a long moment.
{Could you tell me when my shield is lower?}
{yes.}
{Why haven't you thus far?}
{there are many reasons. namely, that you did not request it of Me, though I would not have granted such a request. why do you continually expect to be coddled?}
{Very well, Doctor.}
She was right, of course - she always was. His mouth twisted and he looked at Jordan ruefully. "The Doctor says I did not ask her to elaborate on my shield. But it's alright. It kind of feels like fabric when it stretches, becomes threadbare and rips. It's not exact." Despite Jannisari's words, he was sure she would inform him of when it got dangerously low - if he missed it. At least in the field. Spars were different and held no real threat. He smiled.
"B0nez certainly seems unique and strangely obsessed with tits, considering. Haven't seen him summoned though. Nor Rep's, despite having him beat me to pieces." In fact, out of the dream team, he'd only seen Jordan's weapon. And yes, Jordan was considered apart of that team still - Rep had gotten angry over Jordan, they used to date or something. Horace liked to speculate, and speculating on them was a lot easier than thinking about America and Jan. He blinked, clearing himself of such thoughts. But when he moved towards Jordan, his step faltered and his fists went wide, allowing the other man to easily move out of their way.
HP: 36/40
DMG: 0
CHG: 0/3
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prolixity rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 12:25 pm
"Well, sometimes Allan gives out candy," Jordan laughed. He watched the look in Horace's eyes go slightly distant in the way that generally indicated that someone was conferring with their weapon, waited till Horace refocused and spoke out loud again. "Sounds like you've got a good start on sensing how she's doing, anyway."
"As far as I can tell, B0nez is stuck at about fifteen," he said dryly. "He's a pair of cutlasses when summoned. Tracey's a heavy axe. Bigger than Ferros, one of the largest weapons I've seen. I wouldn't advise making the compensation joke, though." There was something a little reserved in his eyes and voice, something that might have been a trace of sadness, well-hidden; the fight with Rep had left him with a lingering, quiet melancholy. But Horace didn't need to know that.
The punch the younger man threw was weak and unfocused, and Jordan stepped out of its way easily, bringing Ferros around in a slow curve to swat at Horace. "You're getting distracted," he observed.
HP: 38/60
Dmg: 3
Charge: 3/3
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 8
Total: 15 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 7:32 am
Horace seemed to seriously consider candy for a moment before he pulled a face at Jordan. "I don't hit hard enough to be a sun, anyway." And he didn't. Both Peyton and Ever had said it - stick to defense and heal. And that's what had worked, the sort of thing that had helped them get through the mission in Paris. But changing to moon, while it was an idea that had been planted in his head... Horace didn't want to just give up and transfer without trying. Ferros' swat was met with a grunt - it didn't really hurt and it seemed Jordan was chastising Horace, just a bit. His feet moved and he circled the other man slowly, eyes intent. "Sorry, just... " He shook his head, mouth twisting. There were thoughts that didn't have any place in a spar. Abruptly, he grinned. "Yes, well, I've noticed firsthand Rep's violent response to jokes. And perceived flirting." Horace hadn't missed Jordan's slight change of mood, but couldn't quite identify it and chalked to up to talking about exes. That was part of what he liked about spars, watching the way people moved - like how some trainees held themselves stiffly. Full hunters moved more seamlessly; he preferred that, even if he lost. (It wasn't like he was winning against trainees either.) If he were smaller, more lithe, Horace would be the type of fighter who jumped on people's backs and scratched their eyes out. As it was, he was too big and too slow to do anything of the sort. Instead, he moved into motion smoothly, ducking around Ferros - ********, he was huge and everywhere. In his thoughts, Jannsari urge him to hook his leg around Jordan's use that momentum to swing around to the other hunter's back, slit Jordan's throat in one motion. It wasn't viable, wasn't something for a spar. Horace still hooked his leg around the other man's, twisting around until he was at Jordan's back. His fist connected with the back of Jordan's head with a crack. HP: 33/40 DMG: 9 CHG: 1/3
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prolixity rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 11:35 am
"Sun has tacticians and precision fighters as well. But it's a matter of personal preference on specialization, the way you feel you can best use your talents. You'll get a better sense for the workings of your division as you get experience and get promoted." Jordan watched Horace closely as he circled. He huffed an almost-soundless, rueful laugh. "We're not over each other. I know you're not trying to flirt," he added, "but it does sound like it sometimes."
When Horace moved, it was quick, and Jordan hissed at the sharp crack to the back of his head; he let the blow propel him a step forward, and swept the pointed end of Ferros's handle back and across where he estimated Horace should be. "Good one, man."
HP: 29/60
Dmg: 2
Charge: 3/3
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 1:36 pm
Horace winced as Ferros scored just along his arm and kicked Jordan neatly in the back on his knee before bouncing back. It wasn't enough to take down the other hunter, though, but a reflex reaction. "Sorry about the almost flirts. Defense mechanism - though, now that I think about it, it's a pretty shitty defense. Maybe better than none, though." Horace grinned and waited for Jordan's next move. He enjoyed watched the other man fight and, while this spar had been going on for some while, it didn't seem as though either of them were ready to give up. "You know, I really, really don't like Rep: too much of a bad first impression. But I hope whatever it is works out for you guys. You deserve your kind of happy, wherever you can find it." They may have been the idealistic words of a teenager, but Horace meant them. It was none of his business if Jordan wanted to throw himself at the wall that was Rep, but if it was going to make the other man happy, then sure. And Rep and Harrison had that kind of fairy-tailed fated romance. It was something that Horace wanted for himself. Jan was good to him, even if he hated everytime he and America spoke, hated the way Jan's tone changed. HP: 31/40 DMG: 2 CHG: 2/3
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prolixity rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 7
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 2:00 pm
Jordan took a stumbling step forward, laughed, turned smoothly with a loose, offhand swing in Horace's direction. "Yeah, you're gonna see some real weird defense mechanisms around here. My general rule of thumb about hunters is that if you don't see the crazy, they're just better at hiding it." A quirk of a smile. "Myself included, naturally."
"I don't blame you. He's an a*****e, moreso on Twitter," he agreed easily. He was done defending Rep's behavior, done defending his own feelings about it. People could think what they wanted to, and would whether or not Jordan did anything about it. "Thanks for the sentiment, though," and his smile was genuine, touched by the unexpected kindness.
HP: 27/60
Dmg: 2
Charge: 3/3
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 2:18 pm
"Oh?" He arched a brow at Jordan. "What kind of crazy are you, then? 'Charismatic serial killer' kind? Or maybe 'my books must be organized only by color' kind?" Horace thought that Jordan seemed relatively sane, choice in men aside. Not every hunter had some terrible, dark backstory, after all. "Twitter," he began, conversationally. Horace moved in closer to Jordan, eyes intent. One fist knocked Ferros away, metal clanging on metal and he scooted around the other man, clipping him neatly in the shoulder. "-is a hotbed for drama, regardless of who's talking. Sorry Ferros." Horace felt a little weird whacking Ferros, to be honest. If he thought of it as fighting two people rather than one and his tool, it was strange. HP: 29/40 DMG: 4 CHG: 3/3 prolixity have the shittiest spar tag ever
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prolixity rolled 8 4-sided dice:
1, 4, 2, 1, 4, 3, 1, 2
Total: 18 (8-32)
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 7:18 am
"Mm. If I were the serial killer type, do you think I'd tell you that upfront?" Jordan countered, grinning. "Seems a little counterproductive. Nah, more like neurotic, maybe obsessive, the usual assortment of childhood trauma."
"True enough," he conceded. "It's useful, but half that usefulness gets lost in all the fighting." He swayed with the punch and circled sideways. "Don't worry about it. He only really gets pissed if someone gets grabby, or if I touch someone else's weapon." As he spoke, he swung Ferros up horizontally in front of himself, supporting the hammer's handle with both hands. Ferros's runes had been glowing a bright and steady red for some time; now they flared, accompanied by a pulse of fiery light that seemed to glow from within the weapon. A swirl of steam hissed out of the vents on the hammer's barrel, gathered, and then dissipated just as suddenly without going anywhere. Jordan blinked, looking startled.
Sorry, Ferros said, sheepishly.
HP: 23/60
Healing: lol
Charge: 3/3
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 8
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 9:32 am
Horace took advantage of Jordan's dazed look to duck in and plant both his fists on Jordan's sternum, around Ferros' handle. He shoved the other hunter back, hoping for a stumble. It was a silly move, and not something with much finesse. Since it was a teaching spar, Horace did not go for the hair pulling and general chicanery he might've pulled on Peyton. Thought he thought about it. "It not go off? Dr. Jannisari does that sometimes, if I haven't earned it." His feet tried to dance back - Ferros had a long, long, long reach. "Not touching - really? Why? I don't think the Doctor has any reservations about touching - she probably likes it." He shrugged. In fact, judging from her hissed words during fights and spars, she liked it altogether too much. He shifted a little. "And you should tell me now if you're a horrible serial killer - maybe I'll help you hide the bodies." Horace grinned. It was, though, just him wanting to know absolutely everything. He could glean some things from personnel files, but not enough. Never enough. HP: 29/40 DMG: 5 CHG: 3/3
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prolixity rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 12:13 pm
Jordan grunted, braced his feet, and spun Ferros to knock Horace's hands away with the hammer's handle. "Once in a while a charge won't work, yeah," he answered. "Ferros was holding that one for a while; we think he got distracted. But it's a good thing to remember -- you can't rely on having your charge. Be ready to compensate if it doesn't go off properly. Or, in the case of a healing charge failing, be ready to get the hell out of the fight if you don't have enough reserves left." He resumed his slow sideways circling. "Don't know if anyone's told you this, but there are ways that some opponents can force your weapon to desummon or even return to tablet form. It won't be permanent, she'll be back, but it's a ******** shock and worse if you don't know it's possible."
He shrugged back, one-shouldered. "Ferros is a dragon. He can't hoard like this, so he gets real possessive over me. It requires that I be a little careful, but I don't mind. My head's a more comfortable place when he's not cranky." He laughed at the second comment. "Nah, I don't kill people in this world, not if I can help it." There was a slightly wicked glint in his eyes. "If they're trying to kill me, though, no guarantees."
HP: 18/60
Dmg: 4
Charge: 1/3
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 12:35 pm
Horace shook his hand out a rueful smile on his face. "Though I imagine sometimes you can't just leave a fight," he mused. His own mortality wasn't something that bothered him, not really. Horace knew that she was useful as long as he was alive, eve if it was only to absorb damage so the more brilliant among them could work more safely. Of course, he wanted to hit, too, but until he was less of a liability, he wold do only as he could and no more. When he moved forward again, his footsteps were neither sure nor steady and Horace quite ungracefully tripped. He landed in the dirt with a small groan of displeasure. "Uh, oops. Has Ferros ever been in a golem?" he asked abruptly, flipping back to his feet. His face burned, but he tried to play off the fall with a lop-sided grin. Shh, you didn't see that, did you, Jordan? "I mean, you're huge and all - do you even fit in a room? Or if they shrink you, does it feel weird?" His head tilted at Ferros. Large hammer, larger dragon. Jordan's other comments were passed over. Jannisari was always... not cranky, but disappointed in his head. Her words were for his own good. HP: 25/40 DMG: 0 CHG: 3/3
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prolixity rolled 2 10-sided dice:
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Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 10:34 am
"Not always, no. But when you can, it's better to get out than sacrifice yourself pointlessly." Jordan did not offer Horace a hand up, and mostly ignored the pratfall, though he waited until Horace was back on his feet to move in with another lazy swing of the hammer. "He says he's too small in a golem, which is bullshit, he's seven feet tall and has trouble with doorframes. We think his natural form was more like twenty feet, though, which would explain those complaints. His golem looks pretty hilarious if he's around any shorter weapons." A wispy sigh of a thought, the image/sensation of a flutter of dark feathers; I know, Jordan answered. I know.HP: 18/60 Dmg: 3 Charge: 2/3
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 11:21 pm
"Seven ******** feet?" He looked at Ferros with a critical eye. "I believe it. I've never put the Doctor in a golem, though, She wants to meet Dr. Morris." He hummed thoughtfully That wasn't a bad idea, he supposed. "Are there a lot of smaller weapons? I haven't met any of them." In fact, he hadn't particularly thought of them as separate entities until now. He darted forward and, while his eyes were intent, his fists were weak and easily deflected without harm. "There is a reason I am not a sun," he said, with an embarrassed shrug. HP: 22/40 DMG: 0 CHG: 3/3
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