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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 1
Total: 8 (2-16)
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 Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2015 4:53 pm
Once again, she was backing up away from him, flexing her own arm and trying to take a deep breath, aching already. She raised her pistol and fired off a shot at him, but it grazed at best. "Color me surprised." She dead panned, and stared at him for a few moments. "Yes." Because if he wasn't getting off on this, morbid curiosity had her wondering what he did get off on. HP: 17 / 40
DMG: 2
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2015 6:37 pm
He blinked. He had not expected her to say yes. In fact, Horace was thrown for such a loop that he simply forgot to attack. Instead he stood there for a moment, glazed look in his incredulous eyes. Finally, he shook it off and shot her A Look. Slowly, he began to count off of his fingers, one by one... she did ask, after all. "Flowers, chocolates, promises you don't intend to keep, blonde people, a stiff breeze, really cold sheets... I could go on?" The grin was back and he waggled his eyebrows, suggesting he would get into far raunchier territory if prompted. HP: 24/40 DMG: 0
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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2015 6:48 pm
He'd been so sure before while he was fighting dirty...and she asked him a simple question and now he was speechless? Something else. She gave something of a snort, but seemed a bit relieved for a moment that he hadn't gone after her yet. "Glad I'm not blonde, and certainly." She replied, half curious half just wanting him to keep talking in hopes of it being a distraction. She fired off a shot at him from the distance she was at. Well out of his reach. HP: 17 / 40
DMG: 4
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 6
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2015 7:05 pm
He grunted and jerked back as the shot whizzed into his shoulder. Gingerly, he probed at his arm - it would bruise, but wasn't it a pity that bruises faded so quickly on this island? It felt a little like not being alive at all. Sometimes he felt like he needed that rush of pain, something fast and alive. Back home, it was different and he found it in the small biting pains of new piercings and new tattoos. Here, he had to search harder, find larger hurts to match the larger monsters. Horace weaved quickly around her, coming up from the back again. It was just to easy, almost, to twist her up behind her and up, feeling that hard pull that meant, if he tried, he could dislocate her shoulder. "Now where's the fun in telling you everything, Captain?" Horace could do so many things in this position. If he'd been looking to kill - a wringing of the neck (Jordan had implied that shields simply don't guard against that action so well) or slicing open her throat. He could've tried to sweep her legs again, or to dislocate one arm and try for the other. But he wanted her to hit him. So Instead, he slammed a punch against her side and then released her, shoving her away. HP: 20/40 DMG: 7
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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2015 5:56 pm
******** this guy. That was the thought she had, as Horace rapidly climbed his way into a new spot that far surpassed her dislike for Cee. She understood training. It was to better themselves, and she didn't disagree with that, but there was nothing beneficial about this spar. It only proved there were some real dicks here on the island, and she got the impression he would have broken one of her arms after that little maneuver which sent her into another painful spell. She stumbled to the side as he punched and shoved her, but she came right back. Claude rushed him, pulling her arm back and pistol whipping him once more. Her shield was starting to feel thin, and vaguely, the nagging thought in the back of her mind was a concern. Hopefully he'd stop if a shield went down. Buffers or no buffers, she didn't care to find out what it felt like to get railed on after a shield went down. HP: 10 / 40
DMG: 6
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 7
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2015 8:09 pm
The pistol cracked across his face and his head snapped the the side. But even as Horace stumbled, his hands were reaching out, tangling in her shirt. He was already dizzy; it helped that Claude was so tall. She kept his steady and he knew his grip on her clothing would piss her off. This spar wasn't satisfying, not like the one with Peyton had been. "What - no more witty banter, my Captain?" He still grinned, through everything, dimple flashing just into sight here and there. Then he headbutted her. HP: 14/40 DMG: 8
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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 8:04 pm
Calling an end now would have been the logical thing to do. With adrenaline pumping and her shield just barely hanging in there, she pushed her luck, which wasn't that good to begin with. She didn't answer him, and the assumption that grabbing her clothes would annoy her was correct. She definitely had nothing to say after he head butted her, and even with the shield, she was still seeing stars after that. Claude hissed. She couldn't stumble back, as he held onto her still, and she was reeling after that. Out of lame reflex her finger pulled the trigger of her weapon, but she wasn't aiming well. HP: 2 / 40
DMG: 1
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 8
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 8:09 pm
Her shot nearly went wide, grazing his jaw in a sharp sting. Horace's eyes flashed. "None of that," he growled. Abruptly, he let go of her shirt, sharply watching as she wobbled just a bit. With one quick, sleek movement, his arm was around her waist, trapping her arm and Claude was hauled up against him. Close against him. It would've been so easy to simply direct a fist into her gut again, but Horace had grown up on a diet of romance novels and soap operas. Claude would have to excuse his occasional dramatic moment. "Aw, captain," he breathed, face centimeters from hers - close enough to kiss. His hand reached up, tugged a lock of hair, and chucked her underneath her chin, gently tilting her head slightly. "-did I make you speechless?" And then, with the hand that had just flirted with her hair, he drew back and cracked her across her jaw. It wasn't a powerful hit, due to proximity, but Horace let her go as it connected. HP: 13/40 DMG: 3
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 8:50 pm
The stars dwindled into dots, and before she knew it she was being pulled against him. Both of her hands, even the one holding her pistol, pressed against him to push him, but to no avail. Her lips twitched, briefly curling into some semblance of a sneer. " You're something else." While certainly not as strong as some of his last attacks, getting cracked across the jaw still hurt. Claude all too happily stumbled back away from him, briefly gritting her teeth as the pain seared and her shield cracked. The usually quick witted Claude was, for one of the first times, speechless. She truly could not come up with anything to say to Horace after that exchange he called a spar. She took a moment to set herself right, and pushed herself into a straight position. "We're done." She uttered, dismissing her weapon. HP: 0 / 40
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 9:04 pm
Something else. It sure didn't sound like a compliment, but he'd take it. He'd take what he got and he made sure he always deserved what he got. Ah, but he was so disappointed to see her weapon vanish. He swung one of his tekkos around an index finger before tossing it up into the air above his head and desummoning them. The heavy weight of Jannisari was always a comforting feel in his ear. Horace walked closer to Claude and held out a hand to help her up. "Oh. Well, do lemme know if you ever feel up for another go, Midshipman." He grinned down at her.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 9:14 pm
To have smacked his hand away would have been childish, as pleasing as it might have been. She instead ignored it, just like how she ignored that jab about titles. If he thought he'd knock her down anymore than he already had with that 'demotion', he was wrong. "Count on it." Was all she said before she turned and left, knowing she was going to be ******** sore.
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