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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-16)
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 Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2015 10:31 pm
He barked a small laugh that turned into a wheeze halfway through as Chel made quick work of his barrier. "Stop beatin' yerself up, Dawson, stop worryin' so much. s**t, ya'll think I'd still be doin' it if I knew how t'stop?" Dawson asked. "I cain', Chel, plain n' simple. I been suckin' ever since I got here like...Jesus, almost six months now. Wears a man down after a while."
He managed, possibly by luck, to lodge her dagger in one of the niches in his shield, and he pushed her just hard enough to sneak in a slice against the protruding spikes against her arm.
"Hell, I thought pickin' a fight with you t'stop ya from takin' on Chris was a good idea. Y'know, the guy ya tackled n' tied toothsweet." Dawson gave a small shrug, tried to make it a joke because it was. "Not a smart cookie, never was. Guess that makes me a wifey b***h, then."
hp: 8
damage: 4
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chiickadee rolled 1 8-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-8)
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2015 10:50 pm
The shield hit was weak, but the spikes did hit. Chel refused to admit that it wasn't the spikes dragging on her skin, but Dawson's words that made her drop her second dagger.
But she held up her fists, because there was still a fight in her and it needed to stay. Her figure sagged just slightly, the word tired kicking her in the stomach harder than anything Dawson threw at her. "Bein' a wife b***h ain't so bad." There was a weakness in her voice as she dodged a swing of his shield. Dodging, arms; avoidance. "Why you think you gotta step between me and Chris? I been his cousin for my whole life- me gettin' mad at him's nothin' new."
She swung his arm out of her face and bent it backwards. "You just do the best y'can."
HP: 43/50
DMG: -- defending for 8
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 3
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2015 12:14 am
"If yer a dude, s'bad—ow!" He'd tried and failed to break her hold and struggled to keep his arm from bending all the way back. "Ain'—nnnn—manly." Chel could feel and see how much it trembled; she might as well have been physically shaking him.
Dawson sucked in a breath and eventually jumped back, breaking away from her with a grimace as his free arm went limp, his muscles aflame. "Didn' want ya'll fightin' 'cause a'me," he replied simply. The very idea of being the subject that made them squabble felt wrong, as wrong as the idea of bringing in other people. It was why he had redirected Rep away from Claude and ignored Taym's comment.
hp: 8
damage: 5 but also no
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chiickadee rolled 1 8-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2015 12:45 am
Dawson's words were just becoming a small drone in the background of her mechanical fighting. Words she knew and wrote on the back of her eyelids meant nothing to her.
"You know I'm probably never gonna stop teasin' you? I don't stop teasin' no one." She lowered her fists and said, "Least of all a big softy like you. You an easy target." Even now, continually picking at the seams to make herself feel in charge.
HP: 43/50
DMG: -- defended for 1
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2015 10:36 am
It hit him that this was another scenario where he had tried to ask someone to change something fundamental about themselves to suit his needs. Third person here, actually. He was lucky Chel wasn't shutting down like Horace had—hell, he was lucky he could keep the friendship after his outburst.
"Okay." His partner made a three part chorus of outrage (where was the fire now, what had happened?), but Dawson ignored it. He was an easy target. (Doormat dude. Thanks, Rep, very astute.) His acquiescence matched his fighting, turning from wild swings to try and make a point to more deliberate, careful chips away at her defense. "Sawry again fer that."
hp: 8
damage: 2-1=1
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chiickadee rolled 1 8-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2015 10:06 pm
It just annoyed Chel further to see so much of herself in another person.
< Tell him- >
Quiet.
Chel was done being mean for the sake of making herself feel better. It still itched under her skin, it still screamed from her chest, but that was why she stopped. Hurting Dawson wasn't alleviating her own issues, and there was no reason for it. Chel certainly had anger and the capability (all it would have taken was a well placed comment, of which she had thousands because she said the same things to herself), but she lacked the illusion that created power from nothing. She didn't like to hurt needlessly, as much as she did anyways.
"S'okay," she said tiredly, adding Dawson's quiet undertones to her own. "I'm an a*****e. Shouldn't've dragged it out so long." She would continue to, she knew that. "I'll try to lay off." She wouldn't. "You gotta do me a favor in return though."
HP: 42/50
DMG: -- defended for 4
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 8
Total: 15 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2015 10:26 pm
He felt better hearing she'd try at least. That was better than nothing and made him feel like he had actually accomplished something by arranging the fight.
"Thanks, sweet pea, tha' means a lot," Dawson said, appearing less burdened by his own idiocy. In turn, his strike was harder. "Watcha want me t'do?"
Hp: 8
Damage: 9??? - 4 = 5
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chiickadee rolled 1 8-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2015 10:36 pm
Chel knocked his shield off with her forearm. Every scar that graced her skin was just further armor against his blows. She doubted Dawson's best efforts would even leave a bruise against her arms.
Every step forward Dawson took was another one she backed away from, feeding him into feeling good about himself while her annoyance festered. Annoyance at Dawson, annoyance at herself for taking on his burden when she didn't need to.
Sensitive.
"You hafta tell me when s**t bothers you." An impatience crept in her voice that she tried to hide in a roll under his shield. "I'm ********' stupid, I don't know when I'm makin' you mad." She did, that was a lie, exemplified by how long she'd dragged this fight on. "And I know it's hard for y'to stick up for yourself in front of people 'cause you don't wanna upset no one." She slid until she could pick up one of her daggers and her body coiled, poised and ready for Dawson's attack on the ground. "So start with me."
HP: 38/50
DMG: -- defended for 2
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 7
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2015 11:20 pm
"Yer not stupid," he protested, thrusting the point of his shield own and finding only the grass as Chel rolled away. "M'just no good at talkin' stuff out. Either don' say 'nuff or say a lot tha' don' matter." He heaved his weapon back up with a grunt, showing signs of tiredness in the hang of his shoulders and back.
"But yer right. Don' like rockin' the boat. Already took in water just tryin' ta get used t'this whole hunter business, y'know?" Dawson said with a puff. "Y'said it yerself, melodrama don' look good on me or you."
hp: 8
damage: 2-2=0
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chiickadee rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 9
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2015 12:14 am
"S'why I'm tellin' you to start here. I let people leave when they want, but I don't leave people easy." She threw her dagger and let it him in the leg to take him down to the ground. There was a weariness in her actions that she passed off as battle fatigue. "Y'can say whatever and we'll just duke it out again f'we need to."
She paced to stand over Dawson and offer him a hand up. "S'what friends do, right?"
HP: 38/50
DMG: 8 exactly pebpeb
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2015 1:08 am
Dawson was felled like a tree, crashing with a strangled noise in his throat; landing on his shield, hands moving as they would to try and cushion the fall, didn't help matters. Syn was utterly displeased with everything and considered it one of the few ways she could actually hit him, sniffing in affront as he desummoned the weapon and considered just lying there for a while.
"'Zactly," he replied with a grimace. "I'll try t'get better at this. Er. Fightin'. N' Talkin' too." Weakly he reached for Chel's hand and hoisted himself up, teetering and favoring his other leg. His impulse was to say sorry again, but she got the picture; he bit it back and gave a tired smile as Syn raged like an inferno in his head. "Thanks fer comin', hun."
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2015 11:06 am
There was a strange agreement in the air that nothing had been resolved at all, yet the words for doing so had been placed. She wondered if Dawson was really oblivious to the air, or if he was purposely ignoring it like her.
Maybe both.
"You just thanked me for kickin' your a**," she said with a sideways grin, nudging the side of his head. "Wasn't fair though, I got years on ya."
She patted his arm and gave him a once over. "Be honest- anythin' that needs patchin' up?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2015 12:05 pm
"Sometimes ya just need a kick in the a**, yeah?" He tried his injured foot and recoiled. "'Sides, I'd rather fight it out than just argue over the phone. Think I gotta let 'em see my foot at the hospital? Not bleedin' r' anythin', but yer dagger did a good job."
< I hope it burns. >
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2015 7:54 pm
"It's pretty shitty of you to b***h at a dyslexic over text, yeah," she agreed. "Underhanded as ********>." But she didn't hold resentment for that; it wasn't his fault the world didn't work with her kind of communication. It was only her fualt for not itching to fight sooner.
She took a good look at his foot, and then back to the mammoth it belonged to. "I ain't makin' you go to the infirmary if y'don't want to, but don't try and act cool. If you hurtin' you gotta fix it man."
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