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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 8
Total: 10 (2-16)
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 Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 4:46 pm
Finn was given a very deadpan look.
"I'm not entirely certain you understand the definition of 'cuddling,'" Ian said dryly, and then waggled his eyebrows, a devilish smile on his face. "However, I'm always happy to assist, should you need some help figuring out just what that means - oof."
He really needed to stop getting distracted. Shiloh had managed to weasel out from beneath him, and now Haruka was soaring towards him, jaws clamping around his forearm, and it was enough to drag Ian forward several steps, as well as alert him to what he had just said.
Ian's smile widened.
"Is that what this is, then?" he asked, and tugged on the chains, attempting to dislodge his arm from Haruka's maw. Naomi made a disgruntled sound, but Ian pushed forward and rammed his elbow into Shiloh's side, flashing Ripley a grin over his shoulder because he loves you, okay Sammy.
HP: 9
DMG: 4
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mare rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 4:52 pm
Haruka’s jaws clamped onto their target, but it put him at a disadvantage, as Ian was easily able to grab onto her chains again, tugging Shiloh forward and straight into the Mist hunter’s oncoming elbow. Shiloh grunted when it connected, slumping slightly. But he wasn’t about to let Ian get the upper hand, and he fought back with his own weight, throwing his shoulder into Ian’s, and reaching up to flick him in the forehead with his other hand. “Hey, Chicken, if you paid a little more attention to me, instead of your fans, maybe I wouldn’t be kicking your a** so much,” he challenged, as playfully as he could considering they were currently vying to beat each other up. HP: 13 DMG: 4
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 5:04 pm
SPECTATOR
"Ripley Crowell." She smiled, extending her hand when it was available to shake his. "Yes. Now we've gotten the introductions out of the way." Fini laughed, catching a brief glimpse of the look Finn directed at Nevada. Or maybe she was just used to seeing his looks and noticed a tiny difference in that one.
"Did you have your battle yet, Nevada?" Fini asked, glancing at the woman behind her.
And then laughed at Ian and Shiloh. And okay maybe Finn too. "Ian pay attention to your fight! Or Shiloh will hit you again." A pause, then she added, "Nice punch, Shiloh!" It was too hard to choose which one to cheer for. So she'd stick with both. Even if she was betting on Ian. Though that was only because they'd bumped into each other once before.
Squeezing Nevada's arms, she wiggled away from her to slip around Ridley - who was holding his head and conveniently stepped back - to gently nudge Finn's side and slide her hand down to his if he'd let her. She definitely had some apologizing to do. Later.
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 5:38 pm
[SPECTATOR]
Nevada smiled at Ripley, "Hi I'm Nevada, Mist intermediate." her attention diverted to Ian and his wink and smiled. That was her boy. Fight hard Ian, Fight hard.
Her look turned back to Fini, squeezing her once more before letting her go. "Not yet, I'm second round. I'll found who I fight I'm sure in a couple of minutes." She seemed geniunly excited about it, though maybe you couldn't tell from the lazy smile always plastered on her face.
Ah and then Fini was slipping away and snaking her fingers between hers and Finn. She saw that.
It was lucky that Nevada actually liked Fini a good amount, even though they had only met. Her gaze wandered back up to Finn and gave him a more defeated smile. She wouldn't take what was between them, between him and this girl.
She just hoped he got the message silently.
"I should actually go check about my match." She prompted suddenly and headed out. "Good luck at your next match Fini." To Ian though, she blew a kiss and wish him silent luck.
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 2
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 6:32 pm
Ian stumbled several steps back, colliding with the house again, and he gave a grunt of pain, his head ricocheting off of the wood somewhat painfully. That, combined with Shiloh's shoulder pushing against him, put him somewhat in a rather unpractical position.
Ian lifted his head, amusement sparkling in his eyes, a smirk on his lips. "Fine, fine," he said airily. "I'll pay more attention to just you, if that's what you want. No more fans, though that term is wildly exaggerated," he added, with a roll of his eyes and a glance towards Finn and the others. Nevada had disappeared, but the rest were still there, and Ian flicked his gaze back to Shiloh, beginning to feel tired and a great deal weaker than he had at the beginning of the fight.
"Methinks you're gonna win this one," Ian said with a smile. "Haruka's got a nasty bite on her, I've gotta say."
HP: 5
DMG: A+ IAN
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mare rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 6:40 pm
“They were cheering for you,” Shiloh said, easing off a bit and smiling. “Give them some credit.” Shiloh had stumbled back with Ian, and the two of them stood there, Ian seemingly worn out and Shiloh, though getting there, had yet to lose his bright exterior. “Buck up,” he chided Ian with a laugh, bumping his chin a little harder than he intended to with his fist. “It’s not over yet.” HP: 13 DMG: 1
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 6:56 pm
He knew Shiloh was right, despite the fact that he still held that guard up. Except where Shiloh was smiling brightly at him, laughing in that cheerful way he always did, Ian was merely losing energy. He wasn't angry or annoyed, but more resigned to the fact that he was not as great at physical combat as he was at other things.
"It's almost over," Ian said, giving a small laugh, lifting his knee and pushing it against Shiloh's midsection in a rather useless effort to pry him off. "You're the one with the bite worse than his bark," he added, with a wink.
HP: 4
DMG: 2
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 7:07 pm
Ripley recovered enough from the sudden pebble attack to get back to his feet, though he stumbled a pace or two. What was it with all these head shots lately...?! He came around in time to see the fight begin to wind down, and suddenly -
"COME ON IAN, HANG IN THERE! YOU CAN DO IT!" It was looking more and more like Shiloh was going to triumph, but he couldn't resist urging his friend on.
"GO, GO, GO, IAN!" He whooped despite his headache, pumping a fist in the air.
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mare rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 7:10 pm
Ian tried to push him off but Shiloh merely pushed back just as hard, knocking them both to the ground. He was the one sitting atop Ian’s legs this time, and he snatched onto the arm holding Naomi, pinning it down. He'd deal with the hollering Ripley after, mischievously eyeing the pebbles they'd knocked loose around them. He leaned over Ian, his grin wide and triumphant. “Give in yet?” HP: 11 DMG: 4
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 7:25 pm
Ian, taken aback by the push, wasn't ready for the sudden shift, and he collapsed to the ground, the wind knocked out of him as debris and dust filtered into the air above him, coating him in a layer of dirt and grey. Distantly he could hear Ripley shouting encouragements, which he appreciated, but the outcome of the fight had already been determined, and they both knew it. He stared upwards at Shiloh, trying to breathe again, his arm pinned down by one of Shiloh's hands.
A smile crept across his face.
"You win," said Ian, and let Naomi slip from his fingers, dropping away.
HP: 0
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 7:45 pm
"Yeah!" Ian admitted defeated, and Shiloh exhaled in relief before raising his fist in the air with an excited whoop. He laughed, and rolled off of Ian and onto his feet. Looking down at his friend, he smiled happily, extending his hand to help him up. "You did well, Ian. I fully expect you to pay me back next time."
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 8:55 pm
 ROUND 1 BATTLE - Ian v. Shiloh
SHILOH WINS!!    sammpai GRATS! I smell rain.. maybe you'll put those boots to use in the next round! kurotomato Sorry Ian, you had to lose. You can't win AND be the most attractive man on the island.
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 9:16 pm
Finn had been mostly focused on the battle between two semi-friends (okay maybe closer to acquaintances, which he would have to remedy soon). When Ian responded to his heckling call, he felt his spirits rise just a little, his grin not faltering for an instant, the cool look he directed at the other man just as steady as it was for anybody. "Well, I look forward to that, then." And he'd give the other man a wink if he should bother to look Finn's way at any point during the remainder of the match. If everyone else could get all huggly snuggly on the island and act like it was no big ******** deal, then he should get the same privilege. That was the way he saw it, at least. With the fight winding down to it's close, it was with some surprise that he found Fini working her way in next to him, as if he hadn't just been moments away from stalking off in agitation over her earlier behavior. He shifted his glance towards her momentarily, inwardly curious, and slightly wary, almost expecting this to be some kind of trick. His gaze then shifted slightly more towards Nevada, who had a look in his eyes that confused him even more. She looked...defeated? What did that even mean? He filed it away for later, instead opting to focus on the gorgeous woman who had found her way by his side, wondering what it was that she needed. But all she wanted, it appeared, was to hold his hand. Something inside of him crumbled at that point, and he hissed out a slow breath before lacing his fingers through hers and tugging her in close. The battle was about finished, and Finn was beginning to recognize that it was not just hunger that had him thoroughly going off the rails, but the fact that he hadn't had a cigarette all day, having needed to space them out since that monster had devoured him and his nearly full pack that was in his pocket at the time. He had so few left, and he had hoped that today would be so full of activity it would distract him away from needing one. Leaning down close to her face, he brushed his lips against her cheek in a light kiss, then murmured. "I have to go for a bit, but I'll be back to watch your match. You'd better punch the cute right off of his face, sunshine. I mean it." He then leaned back again, and gave her one of his signature smiles, before he released her hand and turned to saunter away.
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2013 12:28 am
SPECTATING
Fini flashed Nevada a big smile. "Thanks! You rock your battle too, okay? I wanna hear that you won!" She gave the huntress a wave with the hand that was free. Because yes, she had succeeded in catching Finn's hand and he hadn't pushed her away or huffed off. Neither of which she would have blamed him for.
She spared a glance over at him, squeezing his fingers once and easily moving in closer to him when he tugged her near, while they watched the rest of the battle. It was a close one, but in the end, it seemed Shiloh came out on top.
And then lips brushed against her cheek and she was momentarily startled by it, staring almost stupidly at Finn before a tiny smile curled her lips up. "I'll do my best." She promised, feeling a small ache when he released her hand. But she shoved that away and turned to Ian and Shiloh. "Good fight, guys! Can't wait to face you myself, Shiloh!"
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