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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 10
Total: 11 (2-20)
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 Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 10:01 pm
Leslie's breath caught in his chest before it was expelled in a single, long exhalation, wavery and unsure. "What the ******** is that supposed to mean?" he bit out, and it sounded every bit as on the defensive as he felt. This was dangerous. What was he thinking? Isaac liked to talk, talk to everyone that dared to even blink in his direction, at great lengths. Leslie couldn't be that risky, could he? What if he told people? But, a part of him thought-- guided by the hand of Aleria, as they turned Leslie's thoughts to hunger-- what would there be to tell? That Isaac was beating on him, more than usual? There was nothing wrong with that, strictly speaking. Nothing overt enough for anyone to cry foul over. Leslie was a staple on the battlefield, most knew him by now. Wouldn't it be a good thing, for him to get a dedicated sparring partner? With a wordless snarl, Leslie bat the sword away and tackled Isaac, Aleria left abandoned as he devolved it into little more than a street brawl with fists and fury. hp 43 dmg 5 charge 2/3
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bipolar bee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 3:26 pm
The force with which Leslie tackled Isaac sent him reeling back; he tripped over his own feet and went a**-over-teakettle to the ground. He grunted at the impact, and there was a staggering moment where he had to forcibly restrain himself from sending a broad fist into Leslie's face. Isaac hated the way he felt, hated himself, hated what was happening here. The worst of it was that he had no earthly idea what was happening; he only knew that he wanted to hurt Leslie, screw the consequences - he would deal with them later, and his emotions too. Don't, Lark weighed heavily on his mind, ain't right."Hit me like you mean to," Isaac rasped darkly, refraining from throwing any punches, "it is the last time you will be able to - after this, we fight without barriers." S'wrong, Lark hissed. I will worry about it later, was the only reply he gave. Later, when he did not have to look into Leslie's eyes - later, when he could ignore everything the little pissant evoked in him. HP: 10/40 DMG: 0 CHG: 1/3
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 8
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 3:48 pm
"Deal," he hissed, and wrapped his fingers around Isaac's throat-- his hands were too small to grip his neck in its entirety-- and squeezed. Aleria sat back, as they always did, watching with blank eyes from within the palace of his mind. (Always watching, always hungry. They understood Leslie's nature better than he did.) His thoughts ran amok in fragments, incomplete and frenetic, ruin him, kill him, tempt him, provoke him, you deserve it, you deserve it, you-- It felt so wrong to win. It always did, once the high ran out, but this time there was no peak before the crash. He was an intermediate hunter, he'd earned his bars, he defeated Isaac and rightly so-- but that didn't stop the victory from tasting like ash in his mouth. But at least he'd been right about one thing: Isaac wasn't very nice at all, and now he'd seen the proof. hp 43 dmg 8 charge 2/3
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bipolar bee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 8
Total: 15 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 5:24 pm
Isaac bared his teeth as he felt his shield weaken even further; he did not fear it breaking entirely, thanks to the wards - but he would push it as far as he could, because this would be the last time that he would ever allow Leslie to do this to him again. Just as Leslie had done to him, Isaac wrapped one big hand around the other hunter's neck - and squeezed. He felt maddened, a little crazed, and he hated it. Hated himself for feeling that way. Hated Leslie for making him feel that way. No matter how much he told himself that he needed to step away, walk away -- no matter how much Lark reiterated the same thing -- he didn't. Isaac squeezed his fist around Leslie's throat, cursing the urge he felt to do so and loathing the sense of want that was burning deep in his gut. "Like you mean it," he snarled through gritted teeth, " if you mean it." HP: 2/40 DMG: 9 CHG: 2/3
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 2
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 9:49 pm
Fingers thick around his neck, heart hammering in his chest like a dog desperate to get out of its cage, consequences be damned, teeth breaking against its bars. Headiness flooded his every vein and it took every iota of strength to not drop his head, to lean into the hands and their punishing grip, finally hurting him like he wanted but-- A shield was in the way, and so instead Leslie's face flushed, equally with shame and anger and bitter desire, snarling like a rabid wolf loosed in the woods. He reared back-- thin chest heaving, eyelid muscles twitching, grip tightening-- and headbutted Isaac hard enough that he felt the give of skin past the fear shield, forehead colliding with Isaac's smug, bearded face. hp 34 dmg 4 charge 3/3 pinchmonster LET ME KNOW IF THAT'S NOT OKAY LOL I WILL CHANGE IT
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 4:03 pm
There was a blinding-white explosion of pain that blinded him; even though he'd not had his shield for that long, it was long enough to forget what pain of that caliber felt like. It was intense, and the smallest part of him had missed it. Isaac fell to his back at that point and completely released Leslie - he didn't think his nose was broken (he'd done it before and while this pain was incredible it was nothing like that had been) but he could feel the hot flood of blood seep from his nose. The pain was almost enough to make him forget how badly he wanted -- "You win," Isaac rasped wetly as he tilted his head back, one hand coming up to pinch his nose shut. He tested his lip with his tongue, his teeth - and upon assuring himself that everything was where it was meant to be he peered up at Leslie. Isaac did not even bother moving to stand. His head was still reeling and his vision was swimming, just a little - and truly, he was perfectly content to lay on the ground where he could continue to loathe himself and the way he felt. Maybe Leslie would leave since he admitted defeat. Maybe Leslie would leave and Isaac could regain his composure and maybe his brain would work correctly again and maybe he wouldn't have to deal with the blatantly uncomfortable reality of the fact that he wanted a great many things, none of which he wanted to want.
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 4:24 pm
Leslie's gaze flickered from the trail of blood to Isaac's eyes, suddenly a deer in the headlights. His fight or flight instincts always opted to flight if possible, and now seemed like a good time to do just that. He desummoned Aleria, the heavy club turning into naught more than a thorned bracelet on his too-skinny wrist, already stewing in his misery. Leslie was no stranger to wants uncontrollable and undesirable in equal and immense measure. On woozy legs, Leslie stood, teeth grinding in lieu of actually finding any words to use. The uncomfortable reality was one for them both. "Next time it'll be in the towns," Leslie sneered at Isaac, still flushed with irritation. "You know how to get a hold of me." And then he turned tail, abandoning Isaac on the field in favor of his room.
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