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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-20)
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 Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 1:43 am
For the second time, he'd knocked the wind right out of her, and this time he followed through with a swift, almost ruthless efficiency. All in all it ******** hurt, and the blade at her neck, held by an angry, emotional young man was probably not the happiest of situations. But despite this, Clarice found herself smiling. Okay there was some wincing too, and Robert was seriously getting into her personal space here, but it was about ******** time.
"Are you? Well that's a shame, because I'm certainly not done with anything here. Except maybe you sitting on top of me." She punched his thigh, "So get the ******** off."
HP: 28
Damage: 6
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Nio Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 5
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 1:48 am
He felt the punch, and winced, his muscle spasming at the feeling. He tried to make it stop, but damn that hurt. It didn't make him get off, however.
...
Robert's mind swerved right down the gutter at that thought.
He used the batleth's blunter side to clonk her right across the head. He wasn't pulling any punches, either. And despite how he'd just said he had nothing more to say..
"Make me."
HP: 21
Damage: 7
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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 9
Total: 17 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 2:02 am
Okay that smack on the head was not okay. The gut punches, the blade to her throat, the he-man dominance s**t...okay, that last kind of annoyed her, but for the most part, it was okay. Good, even. The desired outcome of repeatedly prodding this a*****e to quit jacking off and start taking s**t seriously. But that smack to the side of her head while she was pinned? That was something you used in reprimand, and dear Robert Morris, oh no you didn'.
She began to squirm and then her hips bucked until she was perfectly positioned to create a deeply personal connection with the man above her.
A wonderful and satisfying connection between her knee and his balls.
HP: 21
Damage: 11
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Nio Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 3
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 2:22 am
Robert had to seriously wonder what Clarice was trying to do underneath him, when she squirmed, and positioned herself, and she was not -
"MOTHER OF GOD." Robert crumpled against her, his entire weight falling on top of her before he rolled off and crunched up into the fetal position. Tears sprung to his eyes helplessly as the pain tore through him, running up and down his body until he finally let out a choked, broken sob.
"THAT. ********. HURT." At the last word, Robert kicked out, getting her right in the leg, before crumpling up again and holding his poor, severely abused testicles in his hands.
HP: 10
Damage: 7
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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 2:27 am
"Next time when I say get get off, Robert, don't take it as a request, kay?" Clarice groaned softly as she sat up and delivered a feeble kick to his leg in return, "Take it as a warning. Now...you up to finishing this or are you going to cry some more?" She paused for a moment, looking sincerely concerned for once, "You aren't are you? Crying?"
HP: 14
Damage: 1
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Nio Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 2
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 2:36 am
"I'm not ******** crying!" Robert screeched out, an octave too high for his voice. He rubbed his red eyes with his fists and stumbled back up, his weapon swiveling around to slice at her side, but continuing around her body until the handle came to his other hand, and he pulled it around again. The slices were virtually 360 degrees around her body, in precise, but weak motions.
"Just ******** goddamn, Clarice, don't you know better than to.. ugh, never ******** mind. Let's just finish this."
HP: 9
Damage: 5
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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 8
Total: 15 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 2:45 am
She dodged as best she could, but Robert was swift and despite it all, skilled. Her smile was more along the lines of barred, gritted teeth, but she was still smiling, "Oh hey, look who's letting their technical skill show. Tsk-tsk." But enough was enough, she wanted to see him put more into a fight, not let him send her to the infirmary. Once again, she went for the face, this time delivering a firm right to his jaw. Holyshit her knuckles were going to be so ******** later, but damn that was so very, completely and utterly...satisfying.
"You know this wasn't about leadership, Robert."
HP: 9
Damage: 9
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 3:20 am
Robert's body swiveled once, as the punch hit him hard enough for it, and he wobbled before he finally toppled over like a great tree, dropping to his back. Jezebel desummoned herself in disgust, and he groaned on the floor, barely managing to pluck her off the ground.
His eyes opened, slit, and glared up at her in exhaustion, before he finally pushed himself up on his shoulders, and gave her a resigned look.
"Then what was it about, Clarice? What did I seriously do to piss you off this badly? Was it just all about Harrison?"
HP: 0
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 3:32 am
"It's not about Harrison," she snapped as she dropped to sit next to him. "Christ Morris, it's like you purposely try to avoid any serious issue when it's about you. Not you as a leader or a follower or a medic. Just you. Spouting s**t like 'I ******** everything up and this is who I am,'" Her imitation of him was less than flattering. "I mean really? It's not like you can't be something other than the perpetual ********, like everything isn't already there. Just..." she looked at him with honest, frustrated confusion, "...why are you so damn scared to become a better hunter?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 3:37 am
Despite how easily Robert took her punches, he visibly flinched when she came at him with words that sounded like they cared. His brow knit as he struggled, very hard, with the consequences of her question - and answering it truthfully.
In the end, his lips parted, his mouth opened, and nothing came out. He shut it again, gave her a pitiful look, and tried once more.
"I'm scared, Clarice." He whispered, very quietly, in case someone else was listening. "I'm scared for Pet, for my boys, I'm scared for you. And I ain't ever been scared of nothing my whole life." The admittance made him shudder, and he let his elbows go, dropping back down flat to the floor.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 3:52 am
Clarice just looked at him for several long, quiet moments and then she took a deep breath to speechify him into right-thinking, stout-hearted can-do attitude. But in the end she just sighed and agreed, "Yeah, I know that kind of scared, Robert. I've had eighteen years of scared and to be honest, it doesn't really go away. You cope with it, you try not to hurt too many people in the process, but it's always there. Everything you do to make it otherwise is just another ******** bandage to keep you from seeing the wound."
This was so totally ******** uplifting, maybe later they can bond over straight-razors and listen to some Radiohead.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 4:00 am
Robert pushed on his arms, until he sat up straight, and brushed his hands through his hair.
"That's what I'm trying to do, Clarice. All the bullshit I pull, the nonsense, I'm just trying to cope with this s**t. And I know people are gonna be mad, but what's it gonna matter when I'm dead? I'll take an a**-whooping from you every night for the rest of my life, Clarice, as long as I'm still here, I'm still alive. I'm trying to be a good Hunter. I really ******** am. I'm going to the missions now, I'm doing all the bullshit they want without asking a single ******** question - I just, I just-"
His head fell into his hands.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 4:17 am
She sighed again and placed a hand on his head, "Your coping mechanism sucks. Find a better one or I'll have to ask Killzone to help you." Clarice paused a moment to contemplate how well this would go over with either hunter, and snickered softly, the last bit of angry tension leaving her. "You know, you did do at least one thing right," she continued, reaching into her sweats and bringing out a small (now somewhat dented) metal box of Transformers bandages. "Breaking into my desk to get at my stash couldn't have been easy, I make sure of that, but it was the right move to make when the rest had been compromised."
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 4:25 am
Robert shuddered at the idea of that overgrown weirdo in spandex helping him with anything the way he'd been helping Jerry. No thanks. He reached up for the hand on his head, pulled it down into both of his own two, and clutched the smaller thing in his big, ridiculous grip.
A deep sigh, and his puppy dog eyes lifted up to look at the woman pathetically. "I'm sorry if I hurt you back there. I'm sorry I - I'm just sorry."
He wanted to hate Clarice. It would be easier, if he could. He definitely did not want to feel this attachment he was building, and he knew he was just ******** s**t up again by feeling it for her anyway. So he did what he always did.
He ******** up.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 4:35 am
Her smile grew a touch wry, "Robert, you were supposed to hurt me, it's kinda the point guy. You even did a really good job of it. Not stellar, you didn't force me to summon Raeg or anything, but honestly? Not bad." Clarice nodded toward the tin, "Those are yours by the way, we each kind of have our own theme set, and I picked Transformers for you because of..." she flushed a bit and glanced away, "...that thing we won't be talking about."
She was beginning to feel kinda awkward now.
"They're safe, so you don't have to worry about turning into a tragic princess or anything."
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