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lizbot rolled 7 4-sided dice:
1, 3, 3, 4, 1, 4, 1
Total: 17 (7-28)
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 Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 12:25 am
"Starts out the first, moves into the second," America bit out after recovering from the fierce volley of arrows, his strongest attack yet. "Christ, hun, you're a ******** menace, aren't you?" Speaking of, Stryker's runes had been flaring with an obvious charge and hell if she didn't go for it. A fireball bloomed from the flail but sadly went right past Chance. Sadly because whenever she missed, there was always, well...property damage from the resulting explosion. Nothing too terrible this time, but it didn't keep America from grimacing at the charred piece of ground and then looking a bit shifty. Just in case someone else was watching. Recovering from the moment, the girl cleared her throat, "There's other stuff that can get you too. Like if you notice yourself acting strange? Or one emotion gets like...overwhelming to a strange degree? Might be something ******** with you. Maybe get a good friend to be a check-in, so if you get a bit crazy you have someone solid to touch base with." HP: 13 Dmg: DISOWNED Charge: using
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kuropeco rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 4:29 pm
"I swear, I usually don't do this good at all," said Chance with a laugh. "Usually I'm just ******** up left and right."
Maybe it was because he was using sparring as an outlet to keep himself occupied that he was doing so well; either that, or it was just a strange and mysterious fluke. Either way, Chance was feeling a little satisfied that he was managing to hold his own against America.
Even if she did look a little frustrated at her misses. The charge attack was massively cool, however, fire exploding outwards, and Chance slipped sideways, feeling the heat of it course past him. He twisted his head around and he gave the charred patch of grass a raised eyebrow, then looked back at America as if to say we didn't do it.
"Oh," he said, blinking, slight surprise registering on his face. "What about, ah..." He paused for a moment, considering. "What's a possible cause for that sort of thing, the emotion ******** thing?"
HP: 14
DMG: 0
CHARGE: 3 / 3
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lizbot rolled 2 12-sided dice:
11, 12
Total: 23 (2-24)
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 10:52 pm
"Oh all sortsa things," America answered with a laugh. "Like sometimes it's just some nerd messing up a science. Sometimes no one knows, like, top secret clearance stuff. other times? Well...once those horsemen folk apparently killed Death. The one with the big D. N'everyone forgot what death was for a little while." Taking advantage of the opening, swung Stryker again, and once more, appeared to miss. And then those metal wings snapped open and suddenly the ball was smashing into Chance at an extremely unlikely angle. HP: 13 Dmg: 17 Charge:
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 11:32 pm
He opened his mouth to ask what exactly killing death meant - but the question was mostly lost in a gust of wind and metal as America's weapon slammed into him harder than he'd anticipated. Chance gave a gasp of surprise and mingled pain, sent careening sideways and smashing into the ground, his head snapping back.
For a moment he lay there, completely winded; Asher was desummoned, reverting back to the snowflake pin, and Chance didn't bother to get up, blinking rapidly as he began to laugh.
"What the ********, that was crazy. Hot damn, that was ******** killer."Lizbot I'M LAUGHING SO HARD SKDJFLSDF OMFG AMERICA /WHEEZES
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 11:58 pm
With a small whoop as the hit went near-perfect, America desummoned Stryker with another silent hi-five and then jogged over to Chance. "Not gunna lie, it's satisfying when I manage that one." Offering him a hand up, the girl admitted, "When I was a trainee? I only won a single ******** spar. And I was a Sun back then too. You're hell on wheels with those arrows though, get enough distance and you can just...what's the nerd term? Boat...no...plane?" America's brow scrunched in confusion before clearing, the light bulb almost obvious above her head, " Kite! Just kite folks along like ******** toys, dang!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2015 10:51 am
He took another minute to breathe and then pushed himself part of the way up, giving America a smile. Chance accepted the offered hand, hauling himself upright, and took a deep breath, trying to get air back into his lungs so that he could breathe properly.
"I think Claude and I spent a great deal of time attempting to shoot each other and constantly missing when we were only beginning trainees," he said with a laugh. "But thank you, I appreciate your vote of confidence. Your weapon is completely badass, by the way."
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 12:43 am
America preened as Stryker silently did the same in her head. "Thanks much, he's gonna get a big head but that don't make it any less true." Stretching out against the stings and aches of the fight, the girl kept her satisfied look, "Felt close as ********, right up til the end. You ever feel the need to spar against mid-to-close, hit me up, hun."
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