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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 4
Total: 12 (2-16)
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 Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 2:56 pm
He gave a low whistle of appreciation that coincided with the next arrow. "Nifty, yeah. Kinda like magic..." He was both sad and glad he didn't have to worry about something like that; shields weren't exactly spiffy weapons on their own. "Was kinda hopin' mine'd like, uh, spit fire r' somethin'...Y'know, with the mouth open n' all..." Nevertheless, Dawson was slowly gathering his courage again—from behind his shield, sure, but it still totally counted. Then he jerked at Abbi's voice, guilty of forgetting for a few moments that she existed thanks to his focus in the fight. Quickly he smiled and waved with his free hand to make amends. "M'good, lil' miss!" he assured her, like she hadn't been watching his nervous toeing around "okay" and "oh s**t". At least, Syn wasn't giving him any alarms or anything, and other than his cold knee he felt okay. Partially in hopes of looking good and partially because he figured showing fake confidence would mean the real deal would eventually come up, Dawson braced himself and charged Chance again, this time with an uppercut swing. hp: 24 damage: 6 I m srry chance bby charge: 3/3
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 2
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2014 9:36 pm
He had felt his phone vibrating throughout the duration of the past few minutes, though obviously he had been distracted with the man in front of him. Dawson's shield slammed into him, and Chance stumbled backwards, slipping and sliding on the grass.
"No defense needed here either," said Chance mildly, righting himself again, stringing a bow and firing quickly. "But I might need a nice long nap after. And maybe a sandwich and a few bandaids."
HP: 13
DMG: 3
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2014 10:09 pm
The hand slid from the air slowly, Abbi continuing to blink at the two men. Were they just being macho and having a pissing contest (she hadn't been listening, half couldn't hear, it was totally possible to have devolved to that, she wouldn't put it past dudes), or did they really just not want her help? Unable to figure it out, she settled on a pouting, "Then why am I here?"With a sigh her head dropped into hands propped up by elbows on her knees, full on pouting for a few seconds. She huffed and puffed and tried to think of what to do. Maybe she could slip away, they'd never notice! It would be super easy, but she would have to stand up from the pile of dummies she was sitting on and they would probably all clatter noisily. Best to just stay put then. "I have bandaids." Abbi called out in a reedy voice.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 1:19 pm
Chance paused, slowing his steps to turn and look at Abbi.
"Sorry," he said, and gave her a slight smile that was more rueful than anything else, though there was a little bit of sheepishness to it as well. She did have a point, after all. "We got a little carried away in fighting," he added, with a sidelong glance at Dawson before Chance's gaze slid back to Abbi.
"Sorry," he said again, and this time it was genuine, as he gestured for her to come closer. "Feel up to showing me a better way to defend myself, since clearly I need the practice?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 4:25 pm
Fully expecting the men to get back to their battle Abbi quickly shifted her gaze to her feet, one toe scraping the arena floor lazily. Because of this the first 'sorry' catches her by surprise enough that when she looks up she's still pouting, especially when Chance looks what she believes to be patronizing. She's about to sass back but doesn't because he's apologized again. Somehow she didn't expect him to be the one to fold, especially to her pouting, and quite honestly Abbi doesn't know what to do. For a second longer she sits there, but she's far too bored to remain there, and they have asked for her help... Sort of. Her usual pop onto her feet is now accompanied with a sigh, mostly because if she can squeeze a little more sympathy out of the two of them all the better. She adopts a casual walk toward them, her frown starting to fade and by the time she summons her scythe and twirls it behind her back she's begun to smile again. "Don't worry about defense right now, that's what I'll do. You need to focus on attacking." One hand left the pole-arm to wave in Chance's general direction. "You gotta learn to switch it up, Paradigm Shift and all. For someone like Dawson with that big ol' shield you gotta learn to fight close up. You're at a disadvantage with Ace, but only because you're not using them to their full potential. Get creative, Bones."Another twirl of her scythe is given as she bounds to stand in front of him, closer to Dawson though she angles the blade, and a proud smile, toward him. "And you! You're doing super well for how little you've been awake. A+, gold star." HP: 50/50 Defending Target: Chance Defended For: ........1
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AyeAvast rolled 1 8-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-8)
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 4:30 pm
y'all Aye is real dumb neutral
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 5:08 pm
"Sawry," Dawson chimed in with Chance, looking ashamed. "I can make sandwiches later?" Well, hopefully someone had the stuff to make sandwiches at least, because he definitely didn't have anything. Just a pack of clothes, a bunch of hats and deodorant, and One Scary Cell.
He adjusted his grip behind the shield as Abbi stepped between them, oggling the scythe she summoned. Gahd dang. Why did everyone have such cool weapons...It looked like she could take his head off with just one swing.
Dawson gulped but tried to smile at the praise anyway. He really was doing a lot better than he thought he would for his first fight, and Syn was purring her encouragement to keep going. Still. Pointy scythe.
A little antsy, he nudged more than forced Abbi's weapon off, barely nicking Chance's shield in the arc. He was a little afraid he would literally knock her over, as he had almost done to his opponent. "Sawry," he whined again.
hp: 21
damage: 2 - 1 defense = 1 to Chance
charge: 3/3
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 4
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 5:59 pm
He hadn't been intending to be patronizing, but his consistently calm and mild tone of voice might have made it come off that way. Still, Chance gave Abbi what was meant to be a reassuring smile as she stepped towards them, her enormous scythe swinging around behind her.
"Asher," he corrected her gently, though it was accompanied by a genuine smile, because only he got to call his weapon Ace; it was a strange thing, perhaps, to be concerned about, but it was there anyway. "And you're right, getting creative with a bow and arrow is a little difficult, especially when it's long range versus close range."
Chance slid around Abbi and snapped another arrow at Dawson, though it only grazed him.
HP: 12
DMG: 2 ok chance ok
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AyeAvast rolled 1 8-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-8)
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 6:57 pm
Surprised, once again, Abbi twisted around to look at Chance. Momentary confusion clouded her face that cleared a second later when Viveca chimed in. The girl winced visibly, more upset at herself for adopting familiarity when it was not granted. "Sorry. Asher." Focus is shifted back to the fight at hand, a comically stern look pointed at Dawson's direction. No one could think her intimidating, but the little tap of his shield was appalling, though no more appalling then her lacking grip on her weapon so the blade swung down and away from a defensive position. But Abbi was opportunistic as always and feigned as though the hit were harder than it was, tripping to one side. "You say sorry so cute, but quit it, we're sparring! There's no sorries in spars!" She laughed and dodged back forward, this time turning the end of the pole-arm against his shield. "And you!" Abbi flicked a pigtail back at Chance. "That's all ya gonna do? Fire arrows?" She paused and laughed. "Get it? Cause they're ice?" Yay bad jokes! HP: 50/50 Defending Target: Chance Defended For: 4 Charge: 2/3
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 9:33 am
Abbi's act worked: Dawson was completely aghast at what he had done and immediately backed off, wincing as both arrow and the blunt end of her scythe fought him off. He was very mild when pushing the latter off him, as delicately treated as he would be while picking flowers for his niece. Fighting girls, even indirectly, was always a Bad Idea. What would his mama say if she saw him?? "I-I don' think I can do this no more," Dawson whined from behind his shield. "Mama ain't raised me t'treat a lady like this." Maybe she ought to go defend him instead so he could beat up Chance and win a dinner date. Yup. That should be happening. hp: 19 damage: 1 - 4 defense = nope charge: 3/3
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kuropeco rolled 7 4-sided dice:
4, 4, 1, 3, 4, 1, 2
Total: 19 (7-28)
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 1:02 pm
His expression was reassuring as he said casually, "No worries, Abbs."
Meanwhile Dawson kept apologizing, which was kind of endearing, especially with his drawl; Chance flashed him an amused look, tapping an arrow against his leg as he contemplated the two people in front of him - Abbi with her bright orange hair and pouting expression, and Dawson with his floppy, Shaggy-esque mane and Canadian way of apologizing for everything.
"Okay, okay," Chance said, laughing at her unintentional pun. "I get it, I have to be more creative."
Asher made a thrumming sound inside of his head and Chance dragged the arrow back, yanking hard on the string as he twisted around Abbi towards Dawson. The arrow was released with a sharp snap, and as it flew towards the other man, it split apart into several all at once, cascading like rain.
Chance flicked a gaze towards Abbi, lips quirking upwards.
"That better?"
HP: 12
DMG: 15 x.8 = 12
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 2:26 pm
The sheer amount of nope on Dawson's face was comical. So were the yelps he made as multiple shards of arrows pricked his shield, and so was his futile attempt to bat them away while also trying to back off. Not having suffered that much in one blow before, the only thing he knew to do was to fall down and cower under his shield (which barely covered a third of him anyway), shaking in both fear and from the cold. "Uncle!" Dawson cried, tugging his cap over his face for extra protection. "Uncle, m'done, p-please! Ohhhhh Lordy Lordy Lord...Ow...Owwww..." hp: 7
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 2:55 pm
"Hate to break it to ya Dawson, but you're gonna have to disobey Mama." Abbi shrugged with a lopsided smile. "Besides! There's a difference between treating a lady poorly and putting up a fair fight!" There was undoubtedly more to that particular train of thought, but it wasn't voiced as instead Chance dodged around the girl and she watched as one arrow became many in mid-air to become a shimmery, slightly scary, shower. A chirpy ooooohhhhhhhhh left Abbi and she hopped into the air a second later. "That wasn't quite what I had in mind, but it'll do. It'll do just fine, Bones!"Unfortunately her praise ended suddenly when Dawson dropped to the ground. Worried, Abbi tripped forward and only paused when he cried out 'uncle'. An amused sighed left her, but she only shook her head and desummoned her scythe. "You're ok, you're ok~" She sing-songed softly as she hustled forward and around him to try and coax him out. "No more, okie-dokie-loki?" As a show of good faith the girl rustled in a pocket and produced a neatly folded up white bandage alongside a small plastic case in the shape of a cartoon rabbit. The case she popped open to reveal a selection of brightly colored bandaids, of which she offered a look to Dawson before she plopped down on the ground next to him. A wave was Chance's indication to come over as well. "Congrats. You survived your first brawl!" Abbi told Dawson in a chipper voice, giving him a gentle nudge with her elbow. "Now both of you... What hurts?" She looked awfully eager for them to both be dreadfully injured.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 3:55 pm
He may or may not have gone a little bit far with the whole arrows thing, since by the end of it Dawson was cowering on the grass with his shield over him, apparently attempting to be the next Ninja Turtle, by the looks of it. Chance stuck the end of his bow into the ground and leaned against it, one arm wrapped loosely around the weapon.
"Sorry," he said, letting out a laugh. "I've never tried that before, I figured I would give it a - pun intended, Abbi - shot."
He winked in her direction before straightening and desummoning Asher, who disappeared in a gust of white light and wind. Chance crossed the grass toward where Dawson was currently cowering and crouched down next to him, sliding his legs out in front of him and plopping down beside the other man.
"I've definitely got a few bruises on my arms," said Chance with another laugh. "That shield of yours, man, it's pretty intense."
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 7:41 pm
He peeked out from under his shield, shaggy dark hair all but obscuring his eyes. "O-Okie-dokie-loki," he murmured back, face red with embarrassment. Aware that he looked like a complete wuss, Dawson peeled the shield off and let it fall face forward beside him just before it dissipated, shoulders hunched. He didn't look worse for wear beyond a few obvious angry marks where Chance's arrows had hit his bare skin; there were a few more on his legs, but he wasn't up to rolling his jeans for a few stings.
He noticeably pulled his limbs away when Chance took a spot next to him, ashamed to take up more space than most even though they were outside. And he had been doing so well, too...
Glancing over, Dawson rubbed his own arms sympathetically with a wince. "Real sawry, man," he mumbled, passing over the compliment like it had never been uttered. "Jest got carried away...I like m'food stuffs." And dinner dates. "Yer arra's ain't sumthin' t'sneeze at either. Got reeeeaaal cold back there fer a sec..."
He managed a little smile at Abbi's congratulations, but it didn't last long. He held out an arm first, showing her where the arrows had stung and slightly melted on his skin. "Can ya, uh, use 'em medical bandages?" Dawson requested, sheepish. "Ya use bandaids n', uh, I'm gonna have a bad time takin' 'em off..." Impromptu arm hair waxing wasn't something he wanted in his near future.
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