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Beejoux rolled 1 8-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-8)
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 Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2019 7:56 pm
HP: 6 DMG: 1 No sneak attack this time. Ulrichite watched her stagger back as she tried to catch her breath and a part of him felt bad. The part that used to an honor roll student and good kid, before the band and before the break. Before the drugs and the drink and the overdose that had landed him in the ICU and the rehab after that. He felt bad, but a good part of that was the realization that he probably should have felt worse. This time it was the bat that hit her as he moved forward to close the distance she'd gained for herself. He brought it up in a wide arcing swing like he'd meant to catch her under the jaw with it, but his aim was off, or she shifted at the last second, and he barely caught her chin with the end of it.
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Orangeish Sherbert rolled 1 8-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-8)
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Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2019 8:01 pm
HP: 7
Damage done: 1 - 2 = 0Wavellite squeezed her eye shut, annoyed that she was going to go out like this. Glad that Xenia wasn’t here to see her but, the bat hardly grazed her chin and she was able to relax for a second, swallowing hard. She didn’t want to give up but…she felt pretty useless right about now. Her sides ached and she wondered how much power she could really put into another punch or a kick…and he still wasn’t talking.
She wondered if she should try again…? It had worked so well before.
“What’s the matter? Something…on your mind?” She tried not to sound hopeful, tried not to sound eager, and tried not to be too obvious with the step backwards that she took.
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Beejoux rolled 1 8-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-8)
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Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2019 8:10 pm
HP: 6 DMG: 1 It wasn't going to work this time. He knew her strategy and he refused to give her that opening again. Instead he held his tongue, kept his attention on her and how she was moving. Those careful steps backwards and away. He swung again, moving quick to try to close that growing gap, but again his aim was off, and again the hollow plastic grazed where it struck.
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Orangeish Sherbert rolled 1 8-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-8)
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Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2019 8:17 pm
HP: 6
Damage done: 5 - 2 = 3No, it really wasn’t going to work this time, and Wavellite was happy that the baton or whatever his weapon was didn’t do any more damage than it did, and she moved quickly, closing whatever gap was between them and going for a headbutt, a last ditch effort, letting out a yell of frustration and triumph as she did so.
In her mind she was a rhino. Though…she wasn’t leading with her nose…which might have been a good thing.
…She wouldn’t make a very good rhino, but she did want to impress Larimar. Who in turn might tell Ashanite…which in turn…whatever.
Focus.
Hit him.
Be the rhino.
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Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2019 9:16 pm
The spar seemed relatively even on both sides of the fence in terms of them both managing to get some solid hits in - Peacock's attention was on both of them, eyeing the girl Ulrichite was fighting with a shrewd expression on her face, eyes slightly narrowed.
She did not cheer for Ulrichite, but she did flick her fingers towards him in a gesture that clearly said do your best for only his eyes.
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Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2019 9:30 pm
Captain Larimar
They hardly recognized the corrupt who was spectating not too far away, but that didn't mean a lot; Larimar didn't recognize half the Negaverse, and somehow they still managed to function day-to-day. She was probably here for -- Ulrichite? That had been his name on the listings, right? Something like that -- the man, and they were theoretically here for Wavellite, so it was an even audience for the five seconds they thought about actually cheering. Not that they did. They really didn't like Wavellite that much. Hell, they didn't like anyone that much. Cheering for someone unprompted was a certain special level of public embarrassment, and still Larimar was too self-conscious to go through with it.
But the fight looked even, at least. Maybe that was a good thing, or maybe it was a bad thing; it was hard to say. They weren't an analyst. Nonetheless, it was amusing to watch people try their best to harm each other with useless toys and sharp words like it meant something. That pulled a harsh snicker out of Larimar, then, and they refocused on the match -- someone was probably going to drop in the next twenty or thirty seconds? Maybe less, maybe more -- they really weren't an analyst of any kind.
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Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2019 11:13 pm
Corrupt Super Xenia
Naturally, Xenia had come down to support her girlfriend, because what else was a girl to do? So she was in the stands, on her feet, bouncing as she watched Wavellite and the other Lieutenant--Ulrichite, the roster said--trade blows. They seemed aobut even, which was good. She'd hate for Wave to get stomped, because that would be awful, or to have a fight that was no challenge, because that would be boooo-ring.
"Come on, baby! Kick his a**!" She cheered, with no real regard for things like the concept of an "indoor voice."
Indoor voices were for people who cared if other people thought they were too enthusiastic. Xenia was fifteen, in love, and wanted to encourage her girl.
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Beejoux rolled 1 8-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-8)
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Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2019 3:06 am
HP: 3 DMG: 6 There were more people watching now, more voices Ulrichite didn't recognize, but as he glanced back he caught the flick of Peacock's hand urging him on and a hint of a smile touched the redhead's lips before Wavellite's charge jerked his attention back to her. She slammed her head into his chest, knocking the wind out of him with a grunt and forcing him back a couple of steps before he dug in his heels and brought them both to a stop. Fighting wasn't his thing. He didn't know the first thing about throwing a decent punch or a good kick, but he did know from experience how much it hurt when you hit the ground. So he pushed her to the side with a ahnd on her shoulder, and before she could draw back and away he was bending to grab the small lieutenant around the waste so he could toss her back over his shoulder roughly. He'd let gravity and the stone floor do the hitting for him.
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2019 7:42 am
HP: 0hurt. And of course that had just been Xenia’s voice cheering her on…
Wavellite crumpled when she hit the ground and there were spots in front of her eyes, dancing merrily. She took a long moment to try and get some sense back, and finally managed to slowly sit up, her ears ringing from where her head had smacked into the floor. “I…I yield…”
She murmured finally, feeling dizzy.
Her eyes roamed the stands for a moment and she remained on the ground, wondering if she was going to be able to stand up. They landed on her little cheering squad and she gave a rueful smile. At least she had tried there had to be merit in that.
Slowly she turned to look back at Ulrichite. “…That was an awesome fight.” Even if she had lost...and even if she felt like she might throw up from the pain in her head...she felt satisfied by her own actions and would do this again.
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2019 1:15 pm
Corrupted Sailor Peacock
A small smile was curving Peacock's lips upwards; it was a mixture of satisfaction and smugness, but there was also something calculating in it; something intense and focused solely on Ulrichite as he stood in the center of the ring, looking a little worse for the wear.
Peacock raised a finger, beckoning the lieutenant towards her.
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2019 1:28 pm
The fight was over, his opponent yielding after she'd landed with a heavy thud on the ground and Ulrichite stood there half turned and staring down at her for a long moment, wide eyed and a little shell shocked. But she seemed to be, well, mostly alright. Talking, at the very least, and he offered a hand down to her to help her back to her feet. "Ah, thanks. I think." Brows dipped thoughtfully before he shook his head. "It was close," he admitted, movement in the stands pulling his attention like a moth to a flame, and he flashed the other lieutenant a small smile before heading over to the edge of the ring and stepping over the rope so he could move through the stands towards the waiting corrupt. He came to a stop with either long leg framing her knees where she sat and let his hands hang loosely at his sides as he flashed a smile down at her. "We're going to be so bruised up after this," he mused with a wrinkling of his nose before freckled features smoothed out again. "And I think one of my shins might be bleeding." Wavellite's heels were ******** chunky.
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2019 4:39 pm
Captain Larimar
It really was funny that Xenia had shown up and cheered just in time for her girlfriend to hit the floor, Larimar thought, and even if they didn't say it out loud the pointed raise of their eyebrow said enough. (Well, they thought it said more than enough, and it was hardly as if they were trying to perform for a raise or recognition. If nobody else read it properly, or read it at all, they didn't much care.)
It hadn't been as one - sided as they'd not - worried, but like hell would they ever mention a word of that, especially to anyone here.
Time for the next fight.
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2019 8:03 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2019 11:14 am
Corrupted Sailor Peacock
Peacock looked up at Ulrichite as he stood over her, looking utterly relaxed, her dark eyebrows raising in a look of mild interest. He was a little worse for the wear; his uniform was scuffed and he was sweaty and probably bleeding, but he'd done much better than she'd expected for a man who tended to shrink in on himself.
She reached up and put her hands on Ulrichite's hips, pushing him back far enough that she could stand up, the heels giving her a good several inches so that it wasn't too much of a strain to lean up. Peacock's fingers curled in the front of Ulrichite's uniform and drew him down for a kiss, brief, but deliberate, before drawing back again, her eyes flashing dangerously as she licked her lips.
"Hm," she said lightly. "Maybe if you do well in the next round, I'll help mend you."
She patted his chest with a wicked look and then sashayed off, expecting, as ever, that he would follow her.
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2019 5:04 pm
The mere press of her fingertips was enough to move him back a step and his hands curled in under her elbows as she rose to offer support she certainly didn't need, but he couldn't not touch her when she was this close. Her heels made her taller, but she was still dragging him down to her by the front of his shirt and that made his smile against her mouth as she kissed him, and had it not been a brief thing he'd have drawn her in against him, lifted her off her feet. He didn't like fighting, still, but he couldn't deny that the win had left him buzzing. Baby blues were bright as he looked down at her, and an almost hungry look crossed freckled features at her offer. He couldn't guarantee a win, he wasn't entirely sure how he'd pulled it off this time and he didn't know if he could do it agian, but dan he was going to try. As she walked away he lingered just long enough to watch the way her her outfit hugged her curves and hips swayed, then he was trailing after her.
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