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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
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Total: 8 (2-20)
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 Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 2:47 pm
Lawr's smile seemed to grow only all the sweeter as Dawson got more angry, staggering back from the swing, but even as it struck it tangled in healing, mending him a small degree with the contact.
"Oh that is mean pardner." he crooned. "I have plenty of emotions, so many emotions." he said with a laugh. "So so many. Horace knows love most intimately, and the finger well... he wanted that, so it was peachy. Did he tell you otherwise? Such a naughty boy."
HP:44/50
DMG: 2
Charge: - The Bite used 2 turns 75 percent absorb
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 6
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 8:17 pm
He punctuated his bashes with growled words. "I-ain'-yer-pardner!" Dawson didn't care that he was starting to fly off the handle. All he knew was that everything about Lawrence was just pissing him right the ******** off, most especially this imitation.
"Drop the fake accent, whistledick, yer s'American s'Harry ********' Potter," he said with a glare, hands trembling slightly from the released rage. "What's yer deal, huh? Pretendin' you a person? Think waddlin' around callin' yerself a ********' cowboy looks legit?"
hp: 34
damage: 7
charge: 3/3 (Y3 used)
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2015 10:38 am
This seemed to outright amuse Lawr, his laughter slightly strange and sharp. "That ain't nice." he said, deliberately stressing the accented syllables of the word nice. "Ah'm so sorry my accent irritates ya, but ah'm plenty real, and absolutely a person, I even had a good old passport once upon a time, that's proof ya are a person right?" He smirked snidely.
"Would you rather I talked properly?" and even as he said this, the exaggerated accent dropped away to a rather normal American accent with just a faint hint of polite and formal southern locale but none of the stupid and over the top enunciation. "Don't like playing games? You never struck me as serious."
"Or what about this?" and this time his accent morphed into its very formal British English received pronunciation, perfectly enunciated. "American as Harry Potter you say? Does it really matter where I am from? Or are you threatened, is being southern your thing?"
His shield was holding up just fine at present, but the last attack from the other man had done a sizeable dent. He swung again using one hand to seize the shield in talons while the other swiped out at his shoulder.
"And to think you seemed like a gentleman with a sense of humour."
HP:38/50
DMG: 3
Charge: - The Bite used last turn 75 percent absorb
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 5
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2015 11:23 am
"Oh, I can take things reaaaal serious, pardner," he retorted, teeth gritting as the claws dug into his shoulder like needles. The first attempt to get his shield out of Lawrence's grip was met with a scrape of metal on metal; locked in. "I ain' some 2D stereotype, I got feelin's. Yer the one who's got a problem, man! What the ******** wrong with you, stalkin' people, puttin' on accents, hurtin' people, Jeezus, yer a psychopath!" Rather than try to wrench his weapon away, Dawson put his weight into tilting it, turning it into a tug of war again Lawrence's class to jab the spikes under his attacking arm. "You say you got so many feelin's, huh? What about remorse?" hp: 31 damage: 3 charge: 3/3 (Y3 used)
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 11:58 am
Dawson had weight as leverage against Lawrence and there was only so long he could hold on with the other man tugging back on the shield, what swiped he managed were feeble and distracted in comparison to the hand that was only just keeping hold of the shield, Butch snarling all the while that letting go was worse than death, that you had to keep holding on no matter what.
"Oh yes." Lawr said, seeming to have stopped in the very cold dead and formal English accent. "Putting on accents should most certainly be punishable by death. Are you upset? You seem upset. I never did anything to you Dawson, and everything that happened to everyone else, well, in one way or another, they wanted it. Deep down."
He smirked.
"And remorse is complicated isn't it? It has a certain requirement bound up in it to be ashamed of what actions one took. Horace wanted what happened to him, America wanted what happened to her. I should be doing a most gross disservice to them both to dabble in an emotion as crass as remorse."
Finally letting go with his claw and backing up a little he added. "When one is perfect Dawson, one does not regret."
HP:35/50
DMG: 2
Charge: - Charge 1/3 - The Bite used
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 1
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 8:31 pm
Perfect? He dared to call himself that after...after...
Dawson's incredulous look lasted only for two seconds; and then it became an ugly glare. "Yer ********' sick in the head," he growled as he continued to push Lawrence back, trying to dislodge them while it looked like he had the advantage. "Meri didn' ask t'be stalked n' carved. Horace n' Maebe might like the pain, but you ********' degrade 'em while you do it too, huh? You don' give a s**t 'bout anyone, do ya. You ain' perfect, yer a goddamn monster."
hp: 29
damage: 5
charge: 3/3 (Y3 used)
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 8
Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 9:07 am
"Sick implies impairment Dawson, what I am is superior, I could not expect you to understand of course." It was impossible for him to comprehend what it could be like to be someone like Dawson, assuming that all the good intentions and kindness were ultimately a front on a complex self serving structure. It was the only conceivable reason. "You are the flawed and outdated model."
Clenching his claws with a sound of metal on metal, he crouched, looking carefully for any opening in the other man's defence.
"If you think that America did not ask for the things that happened to her then I do not know what to tell you, you have bought into her narrative of events regardless of how truthful they are. Horace and Maebe enjoy being degraded too. They are drawn to what they think they deserve. I am more than they deserve."
He sniffed haughtily. "The word monster is so messy." And lunged, driving the claws at the other man's legs.
HP:30/50
DMG: 10
Charge: - Charge 1/3 - The Bite used
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 9:44 am
The shield was too slow. Dawson's bad leg crumpled under the blow, and with a small cry he fell to the side. And yet even with Syn reporting their shield was starting to get low, he had enough anger and balls to spit at Lawrence's feet. Messy indeed.
"Least one've 'em wised up," he retaliated, eye twitching as he forced himself up and favored the other leg for the moment. It made his bad leg an open target, but there was nothing he could do about it now. "Mayb doesn' buy yer bullshit anymore. One day, neither'll Horace n' Meri, 'cause they smart like that. Who you gonna be when no-one's there, huh? E'en a god's ******** without followers."
It was Dawson's turn to lunge forward and crash against him.
hp: 19
damage: 4
charge: 3/3 (Y3 used)
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 3
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2015 7:56 am
"She says she doesn't, but that is simply because she has once again temporarily deluded herself that she doesn't crave the degradation. With some people it's written into who they are, they enjoy the struggle to prove that they are worthy. They will never be happy without it. I simply provide a service of sorts."
He wrinkled his nose disdainfully at where the other man had spat and moved back from it, reeling off guard as once again Dawson's full weight sent him almost sprawling, he retaliated even as he was stuck with a slash of his talons, smirking.
"And if they do leave, which they never will for good, there will always be more. There are always more damaged people in the world Dawson, and if you think I am the only predator out there, you are so very, very wrong."
HP:26/50
DMG: 4
Charge: - Charge 2/3 - The Bite used
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2015 7:36 pm
Lawrence did it. He reduced Dawson to such an incredulous state of righteous anger on their behalf that he literally couldn't form words to communicate how much he wanted to tear the guy a new a*****e or three for Horace to ******** words failed, action took over. Bellowing, he forgot his shield and swung blindly with his fist instead.
hp: 15
damage: 0
charge: 3/3 (Y3 used)
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 5
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2015 4:59 pm
The raw rage was exactly what Lawrence had wanted, and he marvelled at the beauty of it, rough hewn from humanity and completely incomprehensible.
He seized the other man's fist in a taloned hand.
"What does it feel like?" he asked with that same infuriating smile. "Aren't you good? What would you do if you could?"
HP:26/50
DMG: 6
Charge: - Charge 2/3 - The Bite used
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
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Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2015 6:27 pm
He struggled to force the punch through, but Dawson was weakening even as his rage just grew. The harder his snarl, the more his arm seemed to tremble. It wasn't his natural state at all, and it was as though his body didn't know how to react to such an uncommon amount of loathing. The last time he'd felt even close to this had been on The Boat, and that was not a good sign.
(If he could what? If he could get his hands around that scrawny little neck? If there weren't cameras everywhere? If there wasn't a buffer preventing them from seriously harming one another? He shouldn't be thinking--)
"Somethin' like this," he spat before bashing his head down against Lawrence's.
hp: 9
damage: 6
charge: 3/3 (Y3 used)
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2015 4:54 pm
Lawr's vision went static and his neck and spine ached as Dawson's head connected with his, and he was as grateful as he got for the shield that protected him, without it he was certain that he would have been out cold. He nevertheless teetered off balance for a moment or two, unaware that he did so, dropping almost to his knees as he caught himself on the tips of the long talons.
His blank expression twitched and he smiled once more. "Is that all?" he said. "Is that all? Perhaps you do not truly care at all, if that is all the anger, all the resentment you can muster. I am practically unhurt Dawson, is this how much you care for dear little Horace?"
He stood and splayed his claws wide, taking a ballet-style bow.
"You can't even beat me, and according to you, according to America.." and the way he said her name was so careful, every syllable pronounced as if it was a fine relic. "I am nothing at all. Surely you could overcome nothing for his sake? Perhaps I would even leave him alone if you could. Perhaps he might walk away from all of this alive."
HP:20/50
DMG: 3
Charge: - Charge 2/3 - The Bite used
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
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Total: 20 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2015 2:07 am
A headbutt had been emotionally poignant but physically a mistake. He grew dizzy for a moment, but the burst of pain mixed with the adrenaline now pumping through his system, and in seconds Dawson went from stunned to vengeful retaliator. It was almost nauseating how much hate he suddenly became aware of, and not all of it was directed at Lawrence. Hell, not even a majority of it was, though he certainly owned a sizeable piece. It wasn't just crimes and threats against America's and Maebe's and Horace's mental and physical health, it was his own self-loathing for never being enough, never being quite right, in tandem with the red memories of ripping apart his own family and almost-girlfriend.
And it felt just as right here as it had on The Boat, and that truly should have been a warning sign. But Dawson didn't care. Lawrence was an acceptable target, and a remorseless one at that. Why should he hold back? Why should he bother continuing the high ground when the only thing the man apparently understood was violence?
Shield, fist, spikes--he used whatever he could, blindly, without prejudice. For one fierce moment he wanted to destroy Porcelain's face, smash that ******** nose so hard it didn't heal right, tear an ear off so he couldn't be symmetrical, gouge an eye out so that maybe he could see what he really was, break him just enough so he'd never feel perfect again. Lawrence didn't deserve anything as good as that; Lawrence wasn't nothing, but he deserved it.
hp: 6
damage: 14
charge: 3/3 (Y3 used)
Baneful left vague to let you determine injuries, though he mostly aimed at the face!
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 7
Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2015 9:10 am
It was better than Lawrence could have expected. It remained an endless source of curiosity to him that it was often the outwardly nicest individuals who housed the greatest capacity for violence. All they needed was a suitable target and a suitable moral direction.
As Dawson collided with him he let out a sound that could have been a bark of a laugh, and then the hail of blows and pain commenced. Once again he saw stars but it was more than that, bright stabs of aching pain, a painful crunch as Dawson's fist collided with his nose. Somewhere he bit his tongue in the wake of a blow and could taste blood.
In his head, Butch thrummed, a low and malignant snarl, loving and hating pain, knowing it was in service of his master, but angry, so so so angry that it had to happen to them, that he wasn't able to stop it.
Lawrence gave him clearance to try. His face, after all was important.
"Enough." he snarled, spitting blood, one eye already bloodied at the edge, stark against that pale blue, his cheek gouged from the spike, he'd have black eyes later from the blow to his nose, he knew. But weapons were remarkable. As long as the shield held out, as long as there were wards, he would mend.
He leapt with all his remaining strength at the other man and this time he went for the throat, the spiked choke chain taut between both talons.
HP:6/50
DMG: 10
Charge: - Charge 2/3 - The Bite used
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