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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
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Total: 10 (2-16)
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 Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 5:54 pm
Dawson was very, very lucky his extra barrier took most of the edge off the attack, otherwise he would have been too winded to hit back. As it was, he managed to stand his ground, wheezing and teeth grit, and again pushed Chris back without pursuit.
"s**t, I'm just kiddin' around," he said with a frown. "I know you a independent young man who don' need no lady. Someone looks a liiiil' bit cranky."
Hoe don't do it.
"Maybe we oughta letcha get yer nap in."
Oh my god.
Hp: 22
Damage: 4
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DarkHeartedSorrow rolled 2 10-sided dice:
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Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 6:13 pm
Chris went limp, looking completely betrayed. "Bruh."
He reached out and tweaked on of Dawson's nipples in retaliation. He was an adult.
hp: 26
dmg: 1
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 8
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 6:24 pm
With a scandalized noise and wide eyes, Dawson slapped his hand away. He just forgot there was a shield attached which made the slap to his hand more of a whack to his arm.
"Oh mah Gawd, Chris. Get ahold a yerself!"
Hp: 21
Damage: 6 whoops
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DarkHeartedSorrow rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 6:50 pm
"Oh mah gawd," Chris imitated, making faces at Dawson. "I don't need a nap, I'm fully functioning and awake."
hp: 20
dmg: miss this is so pathetic
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 6:54 pm
He scowled in return, never one who took mocking his accent well. "No, you ain', Chris. s**t, a good wind would blow ya down," he stated, reaching out to push Chris with his free hand. "Cut the crap, man, you need t'lie down."
Hp: 21
Damage: naw
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DarkHeartedSorrow rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 4
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 7:03 pm
Chris shoved Dawson back, hard. "How's this for a strong wind, huh? I'm ********' fine Daws." He shoved him again for good measure. "I'm stronger than I was before and I'm gettin' stronger every day. That's good enough."
hp: 20
dmg: 6
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 4
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 7:10 pm
Chris shoved where his weapon had landed hard earlier, and a spasm of pain went through him. The best he could do was knock his friend's hand away and stand his ground. "Good 'nuff fer what?" Dawson asked stubbornly, coughing. "What the hell makin' you turn inta a damn fitness nut, huh?"
Hp: 15
Damage: 2
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DarkHeartedSorrow rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 10
Total: 19 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 7:16 pm
Chris exploded. "Strong enough not to die in a ******** cave next time!" he shouted, shoving Dawson again. "Strong enough to hold my own against some freak ******** shapeshifter!" Another shove. "Strong enough that I won't ******** wilt away for another goddamn week, having to make the decision between Ava healing a broken arm or keeping me from bleeding out!" He loomed over Dawson, as much as he could with his slightly smaller stature. With the last of his shouting the ring on his finger glowed blindingly and a massive ghostly figure reared up behind him in the shape of a lion with it's jaws opened on a silent roar. Chris punched Dawson square in the chest, harder than he ever meant to.
The shock of what had just happened left him paralyzed for a second. "s**t. ******** s**t bro, Daws, I'm sorry."
hp: 18
dmg: 19 NAAAAASAVNYA NABA BIGIBABA [holds up ghost lion]
aka i used nemean's claw
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 7:41 pm
Dawson didn't answer. He was thrown on the ground several yards away, thoroughly winded and defeated, with his hat somewhere out of arm's reach. Gasping for breath, he curled up and attempted to encase both the pain and the new knowledge into something manageable, deaf to Chris' apology as he whimpered and wheezed weakly.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 8:19 pm
Chris rushed over and dropped to he knees next to him. He gently touched his shoulder, but was too afraid to move him just yet. He was trained in this s**t, but for some reason every field med procedure he knew was a blank in his head.
"Dawson? You okay? Do I need to get you to the infirmary?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 9:11 pm
The words he attempted to say came out in a sputtering series of coughs instead. Grimacing, Dawson rubbed at his chest and tried to rise above the bruise that was no doubt already forming. "Nnnn....no, I'm...I-I'm good," he stuttered out between breaths, struggling to prop an arm beneath him at least. It trembled under his weight. "Jjjjjust gotta find my head again..."
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 9:15 pm
Chris gently pressed his head back down, grimacing. "Maybe find yer head while you're lyin' down, man. s**t, I'm so sorry. Does it hurt when you breathe? Or when I do this?" He gently pressed his finger into Dawson's ribs, hands shaking.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 9:25 pm
"Aaack, ********> Dawson made a pathetic series of noises and instinctively tried to kick Chris away. "N-Not broken, swear, it just ********' hurts." They were still in the safety of the dampeners, he knew that much.
"Agh. You ********' d**k."
This time the kick was a little more mean spirited.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 9:28 pm
Chris fell back with the second kick, putting a safe distance between them like if he didn't he'd end up hurting Dawson again. "I seriously didn't mean to, I swear, man."
He looked and sounded pathetic. He'd ******** up so bad.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 9:33 pm
"Uh-huh."
Scraping together his strength, he forced himself to sit up with a prolonged groan and with his less injured arm began to check himself for the worst spots. By the feel of things, Chris had knocked him a little too much.
"So. Made yer point," Dawson grunted. "I gotcha. No more buggin'." With a glance he located his cap and started to crawl pathetically towards it.
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