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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 1
Total: 9 (2-16)
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 Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 11:13 am
Robert couldn't help it. Every bone in his body shook with laughter, and he fell to the ground, bawling and rolling with the loud guffaws that escaped him helplessly. His legs kicked out, smacking at Jerry a few times weakly, a side effect of the raucous laughter he was displaying.
Jerry was felling Robert with laughter.
HP: 12
Damage: 3
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Bilious rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 2
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 11:21 am
"Make... make 'em laaugh!" Jerry was seeing stars, but that didn't stop him from shaking as he tried to pull himself to his feet again, grabbing Robert by the shoulder for support before slumping down face first in a perfect plat-fall.
HP: 2
Damage: 3
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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 11:23 am
Jerry was down for the count, which meant Robert had not only gotten a great show, and a good fight, but he also didn't have to join the stupid choir. All in all, there was a lot to smile about.
He punched Jerry on the shoulder, and then pulled the guy into his arms for a bone crushing hug.
"Ahh, I needed that laugh."
Robert, tell Jerry's weapon to wake me up when this ridiculous joke you call a fight is over.
"Jazzy told me to tell your bazooka to wake her up when the fighting's over." He snickered out, clearly amused enough to comply with her wishes.
HP: 9
Damage: 2
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 12:06 pm
"Roar... roar says..." Jerry wobbled, clearly not very coherent, "Thasssnotfightin' that's foreplay... ahahahaha..." He slumped, wind still knocked out of him as he flopped in Robert's hug. "So... so... you'll join the choir, right?" His eyes sparkled behind his askew glasses hopefully.
HP: 0.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 12:08 pm
The laughter was over when someone makes a gay joke. Well, for Robert, at least. In his head, he could hear Jezebel pealing with HO HO HO HO's.
"No, Jerry." He patted the older man's back fondly. "No."
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 12:13 pm
Jerry gave a wail, sliding down to cling to the man's ankles, "Whyyyyyy Robert, whyyyyy?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 12:17 pm
Jezebel desummoned in disgust, and Robert reached out as far as he could to pluck the coin off the floor and put it in his pocket.
"Because, man. You lost the fight, and I don't sing and dance in public anymore." He sat back up, and gently tried to extricate Jerry from his ankles. "Now stop acting like a nancy and go back inside. You're starting to make Roar think Candace is not enough of a man for you."
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 2:40 pm
"And why not? Robert," Jerry huffed, still wobbling as he straightened himself up to his feet. His nose was still bleeding from the last few blows, but at least his Fear Shield had held in long enough to protect his glasses, "I don't have half your talent, and I still make use of what I have every day. What you have... well. I mean... it's... it's outright RIDICULOUS! You better have some really good reason to not want to sing anymore, and I hope it... it involves twenty old ladies dying some sort of horrible grotesque death as a result of a sour note, or I don't want to hear it at all!"
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 2:54 pm
Robert's mirth had melted off of him with every word Jerry spoke. When he finished, Robert's eyes had a surprising amount of pain reflecting within them.
"Then don't hear it." He grumbled, moving to stand up. "I don't care."
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 3:08 pm
"Well I DO care!" Jerry huffed, clearly not about to be shaken.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 3:11 pm
Robert's face deadpanned at Jerry's stubborn outburst, and he stopped to turn back and glare at the man. "I gave that s**t up long ago for something better. Now you're asking me to go back to a life that died before it ever had a chance. You DON'T know me, Jerry. You don't know how HARD it was to-"
His fists curled up and tensed, briefly considering a continuation of the fight that would leave Jerry unconscious. At least then, the argument would be over.
"You don't know me." He repeated low and muted.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 3:13 pm
"So what... you're traumatized to sing in front of public? This isn't.... like..." Jerry still boggled at him, a look of physical pain on his bloodied, scarred face. "This is just... singing for singing's sake. For Joy's sake. For... for the FUN of it! What on earth happened to you that you don't... I mean... if I had half your voice..." unfortunately, it looked like the older man was about to cry at the thought.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 3:31 pm
"I'm not traumatized, dickwad." Robert grunted, clearly frustrated with how pushy Jerry was getting. "I'm just.. I gave it up. I told you, something better came along, and it's just.."
But the more he talked through it, the more ridiculous it sounded. What, exactly, did he expect would happen if he sang again? Would Petra leave him? No. Would he leave her? HELL no.
Jerry wasn't Julliard. Julliard was long gone, and all that was left was Deus, and this new life. With Petra.
The sting of what he'd lost still held him back. Robert chose, instead, to focus on how Jerry was taking the matter. He brought his hand up, and rested it heavy on Jerry's shoulder.
"What the ******** are you even talking about, man? I love your voice. You're the only guy who's gotten me to sing with him in .. well I can't even remember. Certainly the only guy here. I don't know why you're so down on yourself, just 'cause I ain't joining your choir."
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 4:35 pm
"Gave it up?" Jerry looked unimpressed, "For something better? What's... what... I don't understand, Robert. I'm... I mean, I'm just talking about a bunch of us getting together to have a good time, maybe once a week or something, and entertain a few other trainees. It's not like it would be that huge a commitment." He sighed, still looking like Robert was being ridiculous and unreasonable.
"Even so," He seemed to dismiss Robert's compliment with a fresh blush, "It's not a choir with just one guy making a fool of himself. Gosh, I don't even have a keyboard or anything. Well, there's Roar's unsummoned form," He seemed to only just remember, and the bazooka gave an irritated snarl in the back of his head as it vanished in green light, reappearing in his penny-whistle form in Jerry's hand, "But you can't sing and whistle at the same time."
He looked exhausted, bloodied and crest-fallen, but intent on following after Robert until he did something about it, "A one-man-band isn't very fun. I had hoped if others saw YOU joining.... maybe I am just being stupid."
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 4:59 pm
"Who the ******** would care if I joined, Jerry? You're the only one who cares about me like that, anyway."
Robert rubbed the back of his neck, a little embarrassed to have admitted such a thing. "Anyway. It's like this. You beat me in a spar, I'll do whatever you want. But until then, you're out of luck, bub."
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