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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-16)
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 Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 12:22 pm
He'd braced for the impact of Melvin's shot, but when it didn't come, he cocked an eyebrow. "I can't end up flat on my a** if you can't hit me," he almost sing-songed, continuing to circle Melvin. He darted forward, yanking on Melvin's free arm and delivering a glancing punch to the small of his back. He'd misjudged it a bit - meant to hit harder. With a grimace, he pulled back to a slightly safer distance. "Big talk - put your hands where your mouth is." HP: 11/40 DMG: 2 CHG: 1/3
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 6
Total: 15 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 5:45 pm
It was really starting to annoy him that not only did Horace pull and throw him down, but he was wrinkling his clothes. The hard yank to his arm sent him stumbling, but instead of a hard hit, he only felt a glancing of his weapon against his shield.
Just when Melvin turned around, Horace was already making his distance and moving to the side again. "I would if you didn't keep yanking my hand. I didn't know we were playing patty cake here with those little soft hits of yours."
Aiming his shot, he grew a bit more frustrated and started to step forward, wanting to gain just a small fraction of distance in order for his attack to be stronger. It was a risk, but he honestly was getting tired of Horace throwing him around like a ragdoll or running around in circles. HP: 26/50 DMG: 9 CHRG: 3/3
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 1
Total: 2 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 6:41 pm
Melvin's shot hit him with the force of a small truck. It left him gasping, jerking to the side as it blazed across his paper-thin shield. He fell into that movement, using the momentum to swing around and fling himself at Melvin. His fists went wide, but he collided bodily with the other man, crashing to the ground with a thud.
"What can I say," he said, breathless and panting. His shield was thin, so thin he could puncture it himself. But he wanted Melvin to do it. "-I'm a soft kinda man."
HP: 2/40
DMG: 0
CHG: 1/3
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 3
Total: 5 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 7:22 pm
Melvin waited for another attack, lining up a shot to get ready and fire before he could throw a punch, but the wide swing sent Melvin falling back with Horace and Saliva falling away, spinning up into the air and down into the grass.
Falling onto his back, he grimaced as an additional weight was thrown on him. His glasses fell off somewhere. He needed Saliva! The fight was still going and he didn't have a weapon.
"Soft! You feel plenty hard to me." he winced, trying to push Horace off.
HP: 26/50
DMG: COME INTO MY ARMS!
CHRG: 3/3
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 7:55 pm
"You just have to find my soft spots, Melvin." The other hunter was disarmed, although (at the expense of his charges) he could desummon and resummon. Unfortunately, Horace didn't feel strong enough to do more than flail on Melvin as though he was a margikarp. He rose up on his elbows before flopping back down on the other man. Magikarp used Splash. "You wanna get me off, you gotta make me." He grinned, thankful that his glasses had at least stayed on, even if they were crooked. HP: 2/40 DMG: 1 CHG: 1/3
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 6
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 6:54 am
Melvin oomphed when Horace fell on him again. This was ridiculous and Horace wasn't making any attempt to free himself. Aggravated, the Lifer reached around his neck and pressed his knuckle into the man's half-buzzed head. "Like your head?" He said through a gritted smile, giving the man a noogie only a man who was an older brother could give.
HP: 25
DMG: 7 The hardest noogie!
CHRG: 3/3
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 12:43 pm
Horace tried desperately to wriggle away from Melvin's noogie-giving hand. Instead, he kind of flopped, feeling his shield break. From a noogie... The pain rushed over him, familiar, comforting, and he groaned, finally rolling away as Jannisari disappeared from his fists. "Really, Melvin, a noogie? My poor, tender head." He reached over to poke the other man in the side. "You win, I guess. Augh." But his grousing was without heat and a smile ticked up both corners of his mouth.
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 12:48 pm
He turned to his side, trying to roll Horace off in order to get up and help him up after. It wasn't the best situation, and instead all he managed to do was sit up.
"Yeah, a noogie. You might not be my brother but you were bugging me like him."
Groaning to get the man off, he tried to shove him again. "You get close and you get one when you flop like a fish on me. Have to feel bad for your girlfriend if this is how you act."
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2015 10:13 am
With a groan, Horace rolled over and began to slowly get up. His knees always felt a little weak after a spar and he wobbled for a second as muscles screeched dramatically in protest. "How big is your family?" Melvin had mentioned them in passing before - how he missed big holidays surrounded by family. With a final 'omph' he was up and extended a hand to the other hunter. "I'll have you know my boyfriend is more than satisfied by my efforts." He grinned and waggled his eyebrows comically. He quashed the urge to veer into exact and explicit detail, aware that they last time they went along taht tangent, Melvin was... not pleased.
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 5:48 pm
"Very big. Second Cousins big." He confirmed.
He took the offered hand, rising up and then pausing. "Boyfriend?" He had simply assumed Horace was heterosexual, not that it mattered much on the island. It seemed most everyone placed a sort of do-si-do, switching partners left and right. "So a gold start for just trying." He joked back, shaking off the information he just received.
Dusting off his pants, he tugged his sweater down from where it hitched up and then smiled. He didn't want to tell Horace that he didn't win spars at all in order to not make him feel worse about losing, but boy was it satisfying to win.
"Didn't damage that floppy mohawk of yours, did I?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2015 7:56 am
"It's not a mohawk, it's an undercut," he grumbled, pulling the hair tie free. He ran a hand through the dark strands, grimacing at the sweaty roots. "Tell me more about your family sometime, Melvin. I only had me and my grandma. But, ugh. for now, I feel like I need a shower." Horace loved spars and didn't mind being sweaty, but there was definitely dirt in his hair. Smirking, he reached out to pat Melvin's head too. floof floof. "Got a bit of dirt in your hair, too.But it was a good spar."
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2015 6:22 pm
"It's a airstrip of hair." He said back to his correction before he brushed his shoulders off of any grass. "Sure. I don't know what you'd want to know, but it's not a big deal for me." Even though he missed them, talking about them made him feel as if he was still involved with their lives.
The head pat had him pausing before touching his head quickly. "Hey! It doesn't need more dirt." Not that he thought it had dirt in the first place, but if Horace said there was, he really needed a shower.
"I guess we could all go for a shower." He frowned, looking up at his hair and then at himself. Yeah, he'd need a shower.
"Thanks for the spar - I mean again."
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2015 5:17 am
"Hey! Are you implying that I'm dirty?" It was said in his best horrifed old-woman tone. He rolled his eyes at Melvin, then cracked his neck, exhaling a short breath of relief. "And I like hearing about big families 'cause mine was small. It's nice." HE looked to the dorms. Ah, it always seemed farther after a spar. With every step, he'd ache, though, and that wasn't a bad thing. He grinned at the other hunter. "C'mon, let's go."
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