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Rejam rolled 2 12-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-24)
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 Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 2:23 am
It was as well that Astrid had her sister covered, because Taym--the instant he realized that this was the case--was weaving back to try and take advantage of the clone's distraction to get it between the shoulderblades. Unfortunately no one was quite as attuned to Taym's capacity for underhanded, quick cruelty as Taym himself, and the attempt was useless. (It called for its fallen comrade by name, and its voice was Taym's voice and it was heartrending and afraid in a way that Taym never was, but Taym, the real Taym, didn't seem to hear it at all.) He spat a curse under his breath while Astrid berated her sister for having the nerve to exhibit good melee tactics. HP: 48 DMG: what. the. ********. CHG: 2/3 Habakkuk: Incap
Son HP: 60 Beejoux in which taym continues to be useless
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Beejoux rolled 2 12-sided dice:
9, 6
Total: 15 (2-24)
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 3:41 pm
Original plans had fallen to the way side, but it seemed as though things were, for the most part, running relatively smoothly. One clone was incapacitated, it left them with only one target, and despite Peyton's unease at the idea, Astrid was running exceptionally good defense. She was, however, apparently furious for having been pulled to the side to keep her from taking any friendly fire. This earned the smaller girl a frustrated exhale of breath through nose and teeth, but she didn't bother trying to explain the situation now, not while they still had work to do. Taym, hell bent on making sure this mission ended in a success, was lending a hand towards offense. Well, trying to lend a hand. He lunged in to try to bury Fiona in the clone's back, but their target seemed all to aware of the this sort of tactic. It jerked, turning, and Peyton dove in take advantage of the opportunity. Where Taym's weapon had failed to meet it's mark, Pey would make up for it. The curved tip of one dagger sank into the meat of it's back, slipping between two ribs, and she leaned into it, driving it home to the hilt before tearing it out and ducking back out of arm's reach. HP: 53 DMG: 9 CHG: 2/3 Son HP: 51
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Rejam rolled 2 12-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-24)
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 3:51 pm
Astrid now had two reasons to be miffed, and Taym only reinforced one by belligerently refusing to do his damn job, instead, frustrated by the lack of bloodshed on his part, moving in to try, once again, to do some damage.
He made a noise through his gritted teeth as once again the clone anticipated the strike, and he fell back into a stance that suggested that he was giving it up and letting the Sun handle it from here on out, just as he'd originally implied that he would.
HP: 42
DMG: what. the. ********. take. two.
CHG: 1/3
Habakkuk: Incap
Son HP: 51
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Rejam rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 3:55 pm
In a moment of confusion Astrid hesitated as it to make way for Taym's presumably-superior defense which he is probably going to botch all over the place too. It was pause enough to give the clone time to attempt a retaliation, all whip-quick like its source material and just barely deflected by Astrid's clumsy attempts. HP: 34 DEF Peyton for: 2 CHG: 3/3
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Beejoux rolled 2 12-sided dice:
7, 2
Total: 9 (2-24)
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 4:07 pm
There was the instant where Peyton shot Taym a look, ready to say once again that she had this, but it seemed to sink in without her having to do or say anything. He fell back, changing his stance to something better suited to defense, to leave Peyton in charge of the offensive. Preferable to her, she was used to being the primary target on the front line. Quick and agile, she was made for this. What might have been a handicap for some--short stature and stunted reach--Peyton had turned around to her advantage.
Astrid was there again, slashing at the clone's arms to deflect the blows meant for her sister, but this time they still managed to hit their mark. Glancing blows, nothing serious, and they certainly weren't going to slow the Sun down.
As the clone withdrew, drawing a hand back for another strike, Peyton was there to draw a quick slash across his chest, not as hard as the last, but it was enough to draw a slow welling of darkness against the thing's shirt.
HP: 49
DMG: 3
CHG: 3/3
Son HP: 49
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Rejam rolled 1 10-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 5:04 pm
It was very strange, watching Taym fight himself. It was stranger that he was partially distracted with the effort of keeping an eye on the fallen clone, attention divided between trying to keep it from making a break for it and holding the attacks off Peyton.
HP: 42
DEF: 2 u_u worst moon
CHG: 2/3
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Rejam rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 5:04 pm
Astrid made a disgusted noise in the back of her throat at Taym's inability to do his damn job, swinging in to roughly interrupt the arc of the clone's next attack. And then she cringed, when it once again cried out for Habakkuk's help in a voice that sounded entirely too familiar, and likely even more so to Peyton. Taym, again, didn't seem to notice. HP: 34 DEF Peyton for: 4 (TOTAL: 6) CHG: 3/3
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Beejoux rolled 11 4-sided dice:
3, 4, 2, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 3, 4
Total: 30 (11-44)
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 5:22 pm
That distressed cry for help was a very unnerving thing. Peyton's eyes widened, lips pressing into a thin line, and she visibly flinched and what she was attempting to do. The first had been easier, it had threatened her sister, they hadn't been crying out then. Now that one was down and the other was injured and, it was so much worst. With both Taym and Astrid running defense there wasn't even anything that could suitably distract her from it. It was just awful. Every fiber of her being was repelled by this. Only the real Taym's presence at her back made it possible at all. < Finish it quickly.> Warrick's deep voice rumbled through her head, reminding her that he had the Fear for a charge, urging her to use it. Her daggers flared red in the dark of the cave, casting an eerie glow on everything around her. When she made her move it was a blur--streaking forward, she took him high in the chest and across the lower half of his face. Distract and disorientate. A flurry of blows followed that forced him back until he was very nearly tripping over his fallen comrade. All lightning quick, too fast to see as anything but after image, and she finished it with a vicious upward swipe of her right dagger that carried enough force to rend flesh and cut through bone. The clone's left arm hit the ground beside them a second or two after, and the red glow faded again. HP: 49 DMG: 22 CHG: 0/3
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2015 3:29 am
Taym swooped in with a manic expression of absolutely exhilarated violence and a strange little laugh, reaching to grab the newly-disabled clone by the hair--it was wailing now, in pain and terror--and yank its head back. He lifted his knife and the obvious intention to cut its throat--for no ******** reason whatsoever save to satisfy the bloodlust he had for these things--and was interrupted by Astrid's startled noise as she turned her eyes imploringly to her sister. Her irritation at their tactics behind her, the blood had drained from her face, and she looked shaken--not by the fight, nor by the bloodshed, but by the combined noise of the clones and by Taym's eerie reaction to it. She looked afraid, of them and of him, in a way that she hadn't right up to that moment, in a way that Peyton must have known intimately, in that way she had that demanded sudden and immediate protection. Her weapons had winked out. The knife vanished and he let the clone's hair go, grabbing its disembodied arm up (it was disgusting and strange and in a perverse way a little comical, Taym standing there holding what looked like his own arm while the blood crawled of its own volition over his unresponsive hands) and seizing it by the shoulder. "Get the other one," he said roughly, not looking at either of them and readying his pendant. Astrid looked at the other clone, and she made a move as if to do as he had, but she stopped, and she pulled per pendant out of her shirt and clutched it in her hand, her eyes again turned pleading to her sister: please don't make me touch it.
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2015 5:03 pm
Peyton was wide-eyed as she watched Taym go after the clone she'd just rendered harmless, but unlike her sister, the Sun didn't so much as make a peep as he grabbed the look-a-like by the hair and dragged it up to brandish Fiona's blade at it's neck. Astrid didn't understand, she didn't know Taym, she didn't know the ordeal he had been through that had resulted in these clones, nor the hell he had to wade through since in dealing with them. She understood his frustration, his rage, his desire to simply destroy them. Astrid didn't, and she let out a noise reminiscent of scared rabbit as the blade touched that thin, unmarked throat. Peyton blinked, reaching out for the smaller girl and drawing her back gently by the arm to lay a hand in soft curls, petting comfortingly. It was too much too fast. astrid should have started with easier missions, worked her way up into things like this. Not exactly dangerous, but harmful to the mind and to the heart. A different kind of danger. She didn't let go until Taym spoke, and even then it was reluctant, came with a reassuring kiss to the smaller girl's temple. Of course Astrid wouldn't want to handle the thing, it was too human, yowling and keening in pain. The pleading look wasn't necessary, Peyton moved to grab the arm automatically before seizing the other clone by the shoulder and hauling him up again so she could give him a shove towards the other two Tayms, grip firm on his shoulder. Of course you don't have to touch it.
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