Who said Mal had been joking? But he had been teasing. And Rob, well. "You know, I actually know what the words 'sticky wicket' mean, and that surprises the ever loving crap out of me." He flicked a blow at Brynn that was only a bit of one; more steering her run than really damaging her, though she still bonked into his shin hard enough to make him grimace.
"If this is our new normal, I don't drink enough to make it work."
Mal's HP: 44 Dmg: 3 Brynn's Shield: Not Up Brynn's HP: 162 - 3 = 159 Hits until she rolls up: 1 Word Count:
Character Name:Mal Gherig Brief description of character: Mal is the the quintessential ice prince; cool in a crisis, he keeps a space of calm around himself even when the world is falling to pieces, but what you see on the surface isn't necessarily what's going on beneath. He has no fear of appearing like an a*****e in order to play devil's advocate, and will frequently go out of his way to do so in order to force others to think about their choices.
and be blue rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2Total: 2 (1-6)
Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2016 7:30 pm
"What the ******** is a sticky wicket, then?" This came with a deep breath in -- Brynn's attention finally turned elsewhere enough that Asher could relax his shoulders just a hair and, finally, find his stance. It meant he could take a jab at her, a good solid thwap, before her head whipped around to catch at him with her teeth, that they could lock eyes for just a moment --
And then Brynn balled up again, rolling from armadillo into a tight protective sphere, leaving Asher blinking just a bit in surprise. "...this is so annoying."
Briiva drew her arrow back, following the rolling ball of Brynn closely. She wanted to make sure she caught a kind so the arrow wouldn't bounce off harmlessly yet again. She stopped breathing moments before releasing the string- And the arrow managed to find a kink in the armor. Just as quickly as Brynn had balled up she uncurled with a surprised cry of distress. Briiva sighed, glad that she had only broken her ball up.
HP: 41 Damage: 10 Brynn's HP: 155 Brynn's Shield: Up in three attacks
Rob nodded at Mal. "You're doing one better than I am, mate. I don't know jack about cricket, not really." To Asher he just grinned. "Ask Mal what a sticky wicket it."
He then turned his attention to Brynn, who'd just been dinged by one of Briiva's arrows. He winced a little at the noise the Hephaestus Chosen made. Poor Brynn. But she wasn't a curled-up little leathery ball any longer. What was he going to do?
He changed the game from cricket to golf, and using the flat of the greatsword's blade as he had before, he swung at Brynn as if he were making a putt. The blade connected hard with her backside, sending her tumbling. Rob winced again, hoping he hadn't hurt her. "Sorry, Brynn…"
Rob's HP: 44 Dmg: 10 Brynn's HP: 155 - 10 = 145 Brynn's Shield: up in 2 rounds
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Character Name:Robin Attewood Brief description of character: Rob is a dreadlocked punk who's secretly a Boy Scout, a grump with a heart of gold. Pugnacious, fiercely independent and "on" all the time, he loves wine, women and song and is the biggest beer snob on the planet.
Brynn's tumble sent her straight into Misha and the cat-girl chirruped in surprise and then pain as the armadillo slammed into her. The armor plates stung more than one would think! Misha staggered a bit, momentarily ungraceful as she sorted out her balance. Then she rebounded and leaned her shoulder into the tottering Brynn until she gave way and stumbled towards her next victim. Misha panted, head down, and watched the armadillo move away.
Misha's HP: 71 Damage: 2 Brynn's HP: 143 Brynn's Shield: up in 1 round
"A wicket is a cricket field. Sticky wicket usually means a difficult situation-- though, historically, it was used to mean a muddy or wet cricket field." Mal winced as he swatted Brynn with his sword; it sent her careening back toward Asher again, but this seemed to be working as a good way to corral her.
"It's gaining popularity as a metaphor in the US, though. It was used in the West Wing TV series, Hogan's Heroes, and that one romcom with that tall skinny Canadian actor who looks kind of like a Q-tip. I can never remember his name."
Mal's HP: 41 Dmg: 6 Brynn's Shield: 10 HP Brynn's HP: 143 - 6 = 137 Word Count:
Character Name:Mal Gherig Brief description of character: Mal is the the quintessential ice prince; cool in a crisis, he keeps a space of calm around himself even when the world is falling to pieces, but what you see on the surface isn't necessarily what's going on beneath. He has no fear of appearing like an a*****e in order to play devil's advocate, and will frequently go out of his way to do so in order to force others to think about their choices.
Asher caught the Brynn-ball under his toe -- an easy little catch that hinted at Asher having some familiarity with soccer, if not cricket. And, like that, he just blinked at Mal for a long moment before kicking her back toward him, a frown taking over his face.
"You sound like wikipedia. Do you just sit at home and memorize facts?"
HP: 44 Dmg: 4 Brynn's Shield: 6HP Brynn's HP: 137
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Lissesul rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5Total: 5 (1-6)
Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2016 3:46 pm
Briiva did her best to keep a straight face as she heard the conversation, focusing on the armadillo that quite surprisingly hadn't taken a break to throw up or something. "It comes off more like a trivia-based YouTube channel, to me!" Briiva knelt lower to the ground, following Brynn carefully with her bow. Her weapon wouldn't very much work as a cricket bat, unfortunately. A pool cue, however... Briiva grinned, changing her approach slightly. Billiards was little more than a combined application of math and science, two subjects that Briiva excelled in.
The arrow hit the poor balled up Brynn at an angle that sent her flying towards Rob.
HP: 41 Damage 10 Brynn's Shield: Up in 3 hits Brynn's HP: 133
Turning to Mal, Rob raised an eyebrow in appraisal. "That," he nodded, "was about as concise an explanation of a sticky wicket as I've heard from a non-Brit. About the only explanation I've heard from a non-Brit. I think Asher's right -- you're somehow broadcasting Wikipedia knowledge. Are those real glasses or a disguised computer screen?"
Briiva's arrow diverted the Brynn-ball toward him, and also caused her to uncoil. She came at him at a dead run and managed to catch him with a claw on his lower leg. "Ow, s**t." He managed to punt her away before she could do any real damage through his jeans, sending her tumbling. That was when he finally noticed Misha, still in serval cat form. His eyes widened.
Character Name:Robin Attewood Brief description of character: Rob is a dreadlocked punk who's secretly a Boy Scout, a grump with a heart of gold. Pugnacious, fiercely independent and "on" all the time, he loves wine, women and song and is the biggest beer snob on the planet.
Deity: Dionysus Weapon: Greatsword HP: 50
ShortGreen rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4Total: 4 (1-6)
Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2016 6:45 pm
If Misha could have, she would have exploded into a fit of giggles at Rob's delayed reaction to her furry self. It was cute, ridiculous, and over the top. At any other time, she would have delighted in the shared joke. Now, however, they had more important things to do and she could only spare him a toothy, feline grin before she repositioned herself to catch the oncoming Brynn. Swinging her back half around, Misha drove her back legs against Brynn's face and shoulders. She was careful to keep her claws in but the power of her long, muscled legs drove the point home hard enough to send the poor armadillo stumbling. Brynn careened back in the direction of Mal as Misha spun herself back to face the others. She gave a little trilling chirrup of pride.
Misha's HP: 68 Damage: 4 Brynn's HP: 124 Brynn's Shield: up in 1 round
"Not a leopard, I think the spots are different. It's Misha." It was short as he swatted at Brynn again, sending her rolling up and careening back around the circle of them. "It was for a case. I memorized a bunch of cricket stuff." He grinned, but it looked almost apologetic.
"The glasses with the computer s**t in them are hard to see through. Especially with a prescription."
Mal's HP: 38 Dmg: 6 Brynn's HP: 124 - 6 = 118 Brynn's Shield: 10 HP Word Count:
Character Name:Mal Gherig Brief description of character: Mal is the the quintessential ice prince; cool in a crisis, he keeps a space of calm around himself even when the world is falling to pieces, but what you see on the surface isn't necessarily what's going on beneath. He has no fear of appearing like an a*****e in order to play devil's advocate, and will frequently go out of his way to do so in order to force others to think about their choices.
and be blue rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1Total: 1 (1-6)
Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2016 7:30 pm
"...Misha?" That was what caught his attention again, as Asher stepped in to smack the ball of Brynn with the butt of his weapon, getting a twitch but not much else. Not enough force behind it. He huffed out a breath and looked to the cat, instead.
"I wouldn't worry about it, I'm sure she'll make a point to re reacquaint you after all this is said and done." Briiva threw Misha cat a smile, turning her attention to the rolling ball of turned chosen long enough to fire off an arrow. It seemed to get stuck in a notch and promptly snapped in two as Brynn kept on rolling. "Poor thing. We're all going to have to take her out after this!"
Rob saw the Brynn-adillo roll toward him and readied his greatsword like a golf club. "Oh, you'll remember Misha once you see her again, Asher," he said with a wry grin. "She's the kind of girl one doesn't tend to forget easily." He glanced over at the big cat and winked, remembering their drunken conversation (and flirtations) by Hestia's fire after coming back from the Alps. That was fun. They'd have to do it again, maybe even sober this time.
He'd been so preoccupied with thinking about girl!Misha that he completely missed Brynn as she rolled past him. "s**t." He quickly reached out a foot to stop her, then gently punted her back into play. "Sorry. Yeah, we're going to get Brynn so bloody drunk when we get back..."
Character Name:Robin Attewood Brief description of character: Rob is a dreadlocked punk who's secretly a Boy Scout, a grump with a heart of gold. Pugnacious, fiercely independent and "on" all the time, he loves wine, women and song and is the biggest beer snob on the planet.
As flattering as it was that everyone seemed amazed that Asher could not remember who she was (not to mention the implications of her charm and looks), Misha had to admit two things. One, she could not for the life of her remember ever directly introducing herself to the slight young man. Two, they were really pretty busy rescuing Brynn from her angriest armored tantrum yet. Huffing with a mixture of amusement and impatience, Misha maneuvered herself to once more face the rolling ball that was, for the moment, one of their recruiters head-on. This time, she opted to lunge forward and turn at the last minute so that the full impact of Brynn hit her shoulder. The combined momentums rebounded and the ball unrolled in an ungraceful sprawl of annoyed armadillo while Misha herself bounced back a few steps. That stung but it worked!
She stepped side to side daintily, almost dancing with impatience. Unthinkingly, she guarded her side of the loose circle with a show of flashing white teeth. A faint snarl encouraged the armadillo to head once more towards Mal and Misha looked up at him with both determination and amusement in her golden eyes.
Misha's HP: 65 Damage: 4 Brynn's HP: 118 - 1 = 117 Brynn's Shield: up in 3 rounds
