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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 2
Total: 5 (2-16)
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 Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 8:53 am
"If that's what you want." His tone was hard to decipher, mild, but carrying a slight edge, that matched the baring of teeth that served as a grin. It wasn't often step out of the familiar walls of his comfort zone, and certainly not willingly, but here and now, perhaps an exception. Not that he planned to make it easy for Ever. Again he'd use the chain, twisting it around first one pale wrist, then going for the other, trying to yank the blonde up against him. HP: 26 DMG: clearly he wants this on a subconscious level. CHG:
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and be blue rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 11:41 am
Another place, and another time, Ever would have let him -- but here and now, today, was a different story. He spun out of the way of the chains even as he came in closer, expression bright. All of that dead-eyed uncertainty was gone in the face of his relative success, in this battle. When his dagger bumped up against Zeke's shield, low against his belly, it was barely a love tap -- just enough to syphon off a small amount of his Fear. And, as he did, he drew in a slow, shaky breath. HP: 45/50 [+75% for one more turn] Charge: 0/3 DAM: 1 beejoux you know this attack. It can feel really good, up to you, though I suspect you're going to go for it. <<;
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 6
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 3:21 pm
Though it was a spar, and they did have something of a wager on the table, Somehow Zeke had still expected to find a warm body pressed up nicely against his own. Instead Ever had slipped away, turning to pull his wrist free of the wrap of chain, out of reach. Brows twitched up, and the Mist took note of the change of expression, that brightness in dark eyes. That alone did a lot to soften the blow of the a** kicking he was currently taking. A brush of stiletto against his stomach had him sucking in a breath, expecting the disconcerting feeling of blood leaving his body, and froze, startled, when something completely different happened. Lips parted, but all that came out was a shaking breath as his eyes closed, shoulder's dropping. It hadn't hurt. It hadn't even come close to hurting. Where the ******** had that charge been hiding, and why had Ever waited until now to use it. "******** took the slip of one leather wrapped handle to remind him they were in the middle of a spar. He blinked, expression a little blurry, and actually let the one ax fall so he could reach out and grab the other man by the curls, hauling him closer so he could steal a rough, demanding kiss. "You should do that more often..." His voice was gruff. HP: 25 DMG: 3 CHG: Idek.. um. 1/3?
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and be blue rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 4:01 pm
"I usually miss." It was breathless, laughing: and Zeke could have his kiss, but while he did, Ever wiggled the tip of his dagger in harder. His point was, perhaps, made: Ever considered this one a win on his end. But it was a shame to waste what was left of his charge -- "Are we done, here?" HP: 44/50 Charge: 0/3 DAM: 2
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 4:52 pm
Despite the very loud protests in his head, Lagertha disappeared in a flash of bright runes, returning the stone pendant around his neck. It freed up his other hand, let him reach around that slender waist, holding Ever close even with the painful grind of the dagger tip against his shield. It'd earn him a grunt, the tightening of fingers in pale hair, but an unmistakable sort of shudder ran up the shorter man's spine, breath escaping in a warm hiss against the side of Ever's jaw. He could have kept going. His shield was still fairly firm, fatigue had not yet set in, but sparring was now the last thing on the Mist's mind. As the charge faded pale eyes slowly opened, and he loosened his grip, either hand dropping until fingertips were hooked almost possessively into the front loops of Ever's jeans. "I think so." He chuckled, gaze sweeping from the toes of scuffed army boots, upwards. "Your room?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 4:57 pm
"Mine's closer." He grinned down at Zeke as he said it, both eyebrows raised -- and took a slow step back, to guide them away toward the edge of the training grounds. Someone was watching, certainly; had gotten quite a show. Now, though, it was at an end. They could fight their way back to the dorms, with some effort, ever still laughing as they went.
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