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Nio Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 9
Total: 11 (2-20)
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 Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 8:01 pm
When Robert stopped spinning, he landed on both feet, with Jezebel hanging above the prone form of Melvin. This meant, of course, he was in the perfect position to get egg on his face, and he only had time to close his eyes before it splattered against him.
He sighed, and lifted his hand to wipe the goo off of his face. One eye opened, and then another, before he glared down at Melvin.
Jezebel slammed down, point first, right onto Melvin. Robert felt the Fear shield keep him from penetrating the body, but a moment before it shattered and Jezebel moved to slam down into Melvin's internal organs, Robert held back.
"Don't call me twinkletoes."
HP: 28
Damage: 5
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 8:20 pm
Something was wrong. He felt something was wrong when the blade hit him, and already feeling like a wreck, he felt something just lift from him, and the sensation of being very sensitive. His grip on his gun was weak, and shaking from strain. While he wasn't exactly sure what had happened, he knew something had.
Well, now you did it. You're shield is down. Anything from this point on means your mince meat. Now call him Twinkle Toes. I'm sure it will go over just SWELL!
He looked up from where he was sitting, and that return of fear, that reality of death, was now staring him right in the face.
"Ok." He said, paling. As much as sparring had seemed like a game to these guys, one which he was trying to play in, in the end things were rather real. These weapons could kill him. He could die. All that kept him alive was a magical shield, and even that wasn't a guarantee. It wasn't a reliable. Nothing ever was.
HP: 0 - and all types of screwed
Damage: Yeah, like he is going to fire at that!
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 8:23 pm
Melvin's answer made Robert's dark mood lift, and as quickly as that, the killer that had surfaced for just a moment disappeared just as quickly. He grinned and held his arm out for the man to take, and if taken, hauled Melvin back up to his feet. "Good spar. You learned a lot of important s**t today, bro. Hope you remember it on the battlefield."
He patted Melvin's shoulder, checked him briefly for any real injuries, and then saluted. "Okay. Back to the dummies for you until your Fear shield regenerates."
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 9:07 pm
He really expected that dark mood to last, but it vanished as quickly as it came. Really quickly. Melvin was actually starting to wonder if most people here had such quick mood swings as this wasn't the first guy he met who seemed to flip on a dime. Rep had been equally touchy. It was a bit concerning considering these people would be his coworkers.
Tentatively, he took the man's hand and was lifted up, and felt lift headed. "Yeah. I learned a lot." Like not to piss off anyone about their fighting dance moves, especially when your shield was down.
I could have told you that.
Oh, over your weird screaming to be fired?
"How long does it take to come back up?" Just in case Robert went crazy again.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 9:11 pm
"Bout a day." Robert unsummoned Jezebel, and snatched her out of the air as she reverted to coin form. He slid her into his pocket, and stretched out his back. "If you're feeling weird after that, go see the infirmary. They'll help you out."
He straightened up, and looked the man up and down. "Melvin, right? I'll see you in the labs. Make sure you wear your safety goggles!" That was literally the only piece of advice Robert could give a person using the labs.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 9:33 pm
"Right. I'll remember that." He certainly felt that Robert was kidding considering Melvin didn't go anywhere without his goggles, but very few people had safety goggles as prescription glasses. "I'll see you in the labs then." Better there than sparring.
He rubbed his back where it was not only swore, but where he landed on the ground before being hauled up. "I'll just go...hit these things then." He made a vague motion to the dummies, but once Robert was off the field, he was going to crawl back to the showers, then recover in his room. He had to salvage what dignity he still had.
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