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medigel rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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 Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2015 8:50 pm
"I like animals mostly," Dawson added, grunting as he fended off the whip. "Small critters. They're still kinda hard fer me, though, so I try to keep real detailed ones fer special occasions, like Christmas. Been doin' a lotta runic carvin' lately too, so I like practicin' patterns, lettering, that sorta thing." (And sometimes, on very rare occasions, he liked to just take the wood and splinter it between his hands.) "Well, if they ain' runiced up, probably, yeah. You get good perks if you work with yer partner long enough," he explained. "Strength's one of 'em. Faster healin' too, though you prolly won' notice the difference right now since ya just got here. I hear some weapons getcha a lil' bonus based on what they are, too, down the line--lil' things like bein' a bit more resistant to this 'r that. Anyway." With Syn's runes glowing right on time, he figured a demonstration was in order. With a flare of orange light from eyes and maw of the chimera, something akin to fire seemed to flow over Dawson's figure, giving him a warm glow. "In case ya didn' catch it in yer other fight, we got special attacks called charges," he went on. "Happens when you get a few hits on Fear things. Yer partner gobbles up that Fear n' then converts it to a special power. Syn here gives me an extra bit of insulation against damage fer a bit." He rapped his knuckles on the edge of his weapon. "Yer turn. Jus' trust yer partner, aight? N' if ya need t'hit me, don' worry, I can take it!" HP: 47 Defense: 15 for 2 turns Charge: 0/3 (Y3 Barrier)
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prolixity rolled 8 12-sided dice:
12, 5, 8, 2, 1, 3, 10, 8
Total: 49 (8-96)
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2015 9:08 am
"Probably have to practice a lot to do like flowers," Micah said, half to himself, then, "Huh. Okay. I guess I'll know to expect it." Dawson's weapon flared golden orange, and something like fire flowed around him. Micah started, one hand reaching out. Then he put his hand down, embarrassed, as it became obvious that the flame was protecting Dawson instead of hurting him. "Okay," he said slowly. Let me do thing, Nova hissed, eager. Is it gonna hurt me again?Maybe, she said carelessly. We try hurt him more. Let me! Her voice scaled up toward the end of the sentence, an unsubtle threat. Fine, Micah said, and took hold of the lash between two blades, stretching the whip taut between his hands. A fine cloud of golden particles burst outward from the whip. Half of it flowed straight for Dawson, surrounding him, clinging and sticking; half remained drifting around Micah, brushing against his exposed skin almost affectionately. Wherever it made contact, it stuck close, burning and stinging like acid, lingering for painfully long moments before it evaporated to nothing again. HP: 19/40 Dmg: 15 to Dawson, 21 to self Charge: 3/3
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2015 5:37 pm
Dawson blinked, more used to run of the mill fire blasts, bullets, "hydro pumps" for lack of a better term, and, well, nothing like the wall of pollen washing over him. Instinct had him over his mouth and nose under his shirt just in case his barrier didn't prove strong enough. And for a while, he had to wonder--he could feel the fire burning it up but also diminishing at a steady speed. Just as he was about to hold his breath and wait it out, both the fire and the pollen vanished.
He waited a moment before taking a quick sniff, deeming it safe, and dropping his shirt. "Tha's somethin' I don't see every day!" he noted with his usual good humor. "s**t, it took out my extra layer right quick! You newbies, god damn..."
Only then did Dawson belatedly realize there was a portion of the cloud that had hung around Micah as well. "Oh, s**t--you okay in there?" He was ready to try and fan it off with his shield.
HP: 47
Defense:
Charge: 0/3
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2015 8:23 pm
"Hurt last time, too," Micah said in clipped tones, waving off the last of the pollen as it dissipated. He folded over to rest his hands on his knees, gripping Nova's handle tightly and panting. "s**t. Nova? Is that ever not gonna hurt?" Don't know, Nova said carelessly. Got him too this time, that's fine."Oh my god," Micah muttered, and then louder, "I might try and avoid that one." HP: 19/40 Dmg: - Charge: 0/3
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2015 8:49 pm
"Huh..." That was a headscratcher for sure. He felt a little bad for the guy.
"Well, tha's what spars are for y'know," Dawson said, "figurin' out what works n' what doesn'. You find a way t'focus n' synnergize with--uh, Nova, right?--n' maybe that'll turn out better next time." Still, ow.
Fixing his cap, he rolled and popped his shoulder before shifting his stance, grasping the shield not just at its handle but at its edge as well, almost like a strange blade. "Think here's where we switch you to defense. Defendin' with a whip's kinda different from a conventional weapon--yer less brute wall stuff n' more sabotagin' the enemy 'fore they get to their target, trips n' such--n' I got a short range one, so I ain' gonna get fancy on ya. Think you can think on yer feet?"
HP: 47
Defense:
Charge: 0/3
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prolixity rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2015 5:41 am
"I'm, we'll, yeah. I'll be okay," Micah said, even though he felt a little strange and brittle still. We'll work on that." Work on, Nova giggled. Micah ignored her and rolled his own shoulders as Dawson shifted the way he held his shield. He set his feet solidly, like he was going to be doing some lifting, and prepared as best as he could, trying to think of how he might deflect a heavy object swinging at him with the thin, flexible lash. He wasn't real sure. But he'd figure something out, he figured. "I can think fast," he answered. "Just like zombies, right? Gotta duck, or get 'em off before they bite you." HP: 10/40 Defense: 5 Charge: 0/3
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 6
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2015 7:59 am
"Or fire," Dawson added. "Lotsa, lotsa fire." He couldn't help but shudder a little at the thought, though; his only encounter with infected had been with people he knew.
Alright, he looked ready. Dawson remembered the whip a little too well, though, and tried his best to shrink behind his shield as he charged straight at Micah, knowing all too well that his poor defenseless legs were probably going to be entangled soon enough.
HP: 47
Damage: 8
Charge: 1/3
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prolixity rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2015 9:05 am
"Fire works too," Micah agreed. While the infected hadn't been his first encounter with the weird, they'd made a lasting, serious impression. Dawson charged, and Micah's reflexes screamed dodge, and at the same time his conscious mind yelled Defend, and he froze for a moment as the two urges clashed. Then he ducked out of the way, snapping Nova's lash toward Dawson's ankles. He hadn't been fast enough to avoid the edge of the shield, and he staggered a little with the sidewise hit. HP: 16/40 Defending for: 5 Charge: 1/3
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 5
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2015 7:33 pm
Yup, it went about as well as he had figured. While Dawson tried to keep his momentum going, the snaps to his feet eventually caused him to trip and fall before further damage could be caused. If this hadn't been all about practice, he would have felt pretty stupid to be honest.
Instead, a hearty, "Tha's what I'm talkin' about!" was chirped as he picked himself off the ground. Several spots smarted in particular from landing either on the ground or the shield directly, but he walked it off. "Keep it up, Indie!"
HP: 47
Damage: 3
Charge: 2/3
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prolixity rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2015 7:18 pm
Much to his own surprise, Micah had actually deflected the shield with the well-placed trip. "Uh," he said, "thanks," taken off guard by the compliment and how genuine it sounded. When Dawson came at him again, he tried to snap Nova's lash out to coil around the other man's arm and jerk him off target, but that was harder. HP: 16/40 Defending for: 3 Charge: 2/3
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 9
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 7:25 am
What Micah couldn't have known was that Dawson had been working with the shield using both arms, both for combat uses and to avoid stressing one side too much, and he had grown somewhat efficient in making the exchange. While the whip succeeded in digging its barbs around his bicep, he grimaced through it, slipped his arms through its braces, and took advantage of the momentary pain to yank his opponent closer by the vines.
What could have been a strength contest became jerky tug of war with an inevitable outcome. Effectively, Micah became part of a human version of paddle ball.
HP: 47
Damage: 8
Charge: 3/3
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prolixity rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 7:50 am
Micah yelped as he crashed into the shield, surprisingly hard. Lesson: if you try grabbing someone, you can get grabbed, he thought, and frantically tried to sort out how to get loose. Dumb! Unsummon! I lose charge but you get me back!Don't call me dumb! Nevertheless, Micah took her suggestion, unsummoning Nova and stumbling back at the sudden freedom from tension on the lash. He resummoned her immediately, and found the bubbling, crackling tension of her energy had drained away, as she'd said it would. But they were loose, and he could defend again. He held himself warily tense, watching Dawson; when the man charged again, he would try for the feet, or shoulder him aside directly. HP: 11/40 Defending for: 5 Charge: 0/3
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 8
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 9:55 am
Dawson backed off rather than immediately charge again, rolling the arm that had been wrapped a few times with a wince. "Good idea," he told Micah, "aimin' fer my arm like that. F'I'd had a loose hold, I woulda lost Syn. Just gotta be sure yer the stronger one if you gonna initiate a tug-a-war."
Micah probably had figured as much already, but Dawson wanted to keep a dialogue going. It felt more mentor-ish.
He was more wary in his approach, even as he lunged forward. Dawson tried to keep lighter on his feet in case another trip was attempted.
HP: 47
Damage: 7
Charge: 3/3
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prolixity rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 12:41 pm
"Or surprise 'em better," Micah said, nodding. He dodged the edge of the shield, tried elbowing Dawson away. But the other man was bigger, and Micah's shove didn't do much. He skittered back irritably. He hated being a small guy. HP: 9/40 Defending for: 2 Charge: 1/3
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
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Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2016 1:31 pm
< Forward, forward! Chase! Finish! >True, he'd let Micah off with only hit and runs...Dawson pursued to see how well the guy would do under prolonged attacks—or in this case, a stubborn charger. He might have felt a little bad if Maebe, who was also of short stature, hadn't kicked his a** thoroughly before; size wasn't much of a defining factor on Deus, although a big guy barreling down with a heavy weapon...Maybe he got a little carried away with himself. HP: 47 Damage: 10........... Charge: 3/3
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