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iloveyouDIE rolled 1 8-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-8)
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 Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2015 5:43 am
Cee was a bit more adept than perhaps she let on, or people gave her credit for. There was something to be said for self defense courses, personal trainers and the occasional rough fight between the sheets. Having a magical weapon that gave you a super strength also helped, but there was nothing that benefited when it came to her flexibility. Even as the knife hit her side, forcing a nasty snarling hiss from her teeth, Cee's arm with the pendant twisted and writhed and bent away from the clone's grasp. A knee was brought up aimed for the groin but was mostly ineffective since the clone was more focused on the pendant than anything. HP: 32/50 Dmg: -- lizboxt taym is useless. cee takin care of herself
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lizbot rolled 2 12-sided dice:
4, 11
Total: 15 (2-24)
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2015 3:58 pm
Seeming to give up on the pendant for now, the clone grabbed the offending knee and shoved Cee off balance. Grabbing her by the hair, it slammed her face first into the wall. Holding the huntress there, it snapped out, "Explain."
Hp: 56
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2015 2:46 am
The knife stayed heavy in Taym's hand and he fairly ached with the desire to use it, but held himself still and he tried to remind himself of what this one was, tried to remember what it remembered.
"Please don't hurt her," he said, suddenly soft and pleading, and the concern was there, just enough, not so much and so sudden that it seemed insincere. "Listen. Shade's fine. He's with us now. We were afraid you were gonna use the pendant like Shade tried to and it almost went bad for all of us trying to use it up here. I've been waiting to meet you," he said.
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2015 3:07 am
The clone didn't let go of the small woman, but neither did it make a move to harm her further. Yet. It opened its mouth to speak once and then closed it once more. Taking a breath it began again, voice very even, very quiet, "Explain why he's with you."
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2015 3:11 am
"Because I want us all together," he said. "All of us. And I'm afraid of what she would do, if she knew."
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2015 3:22 am
Stilling completely, the clone looked at him for a single moment of pure, painful hope against hope. Need and purpose and finally were in the creature's eyes, surrounded by too careful lack of emotion they gaze away its heart and then shuttered close. It licked its lips, "Then where's Taym? And what's she doing here?" And where before Cee was simply something it fought, there was now something closer to hurt, closer to resentment as it demanded explanation.
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2015 3:25 am
"I was worried," he said quietly, "that you'd be Raskol. I'm worried about Raskol in general. And the dead man, in another way. I don't know where Taym is. I want to."
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2015 3:36 am
A brief shake of the head, "Not without him." The clone took a step back, releasing Cee from the wall and taking a step back toward the door. "With Ezekiel gone he's..." an almost helpless gesture, " primus inter pares, I've tried," and there was a pleading note in the set of his shoulders. "I'll take care of the others, I'll make sure they..." One shaking hand made a quickly aborted motion to reach for the hunter, "Please don't let them get hurt." Again, because one had already been betrayed by the hunters in their white coats and high handed treatment of those deemed not human. It became clear that it didn't necessarily believe Taym's claims and reassurances. But, oh it wanted to.
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2015 3:42 am
Taym choked down the desire to rage at the suggestion of some hierarchy, let alone one that didn't seat him, the real thing, firmly at the top of the ranks. He only made a pained face--this, at least, required no faking--and held out his own shaking hand: the left hand, moriendum est. He didn't reach or lunge. He just held it and waited. "You'll wait for me, right?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2015 3:53 am
Dark eyes dropped down to the offered hand and then back up. It knew better. Ezekiel was dead and before that had been violence and cruelty and what created 7? What had created Raskol? This man's violence. His hate. It knew better. But it also knew the better parts of the man. It knew the warmth of family, the helpless affection and loyalties and longing for that place. The clone placed its trust in the brother, not the hunter. It took Obadiah Thomspon's hand.
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Rejam rolled 2 12-sided dice:
8, 1
Total: 9 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2015 4:22 am
His hands were gentle, careful-- --right up until they weren't, tightening with all that surprising strength around the clone's wrist and refusing to let go, yanking it around in an effort to get between it and the door and clumsily launching an attack with his off-hand, too focused on the task of keeping it close to get a good dig in. "Throw the pendant," he barked. HP: I forget i'll update later DMG: 4 -_- ******** useless ********
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iloveyouDIE rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 7
Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 5:41 am
Cee was not happy to be manhandled by a shoddy Taym-knockoff. It was like the cheap purse of Taym's. She behaved though, adequate at following orders even when she felt redness in her cheeks from hitting the wall. Thankfully she never cheaped out on makeup so she was smudge free. The tiny woman was eager, when Taym demanded it, to chuck the pendant (nowhere near the clone) and then lash her bladed whips out in revenge. The contact was entirely satisfying. HP: 23/50 Dmg: 10 Charge: 2/3
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 9:39 am
She managed to get his left arm, limb and weapon dropping to the floor. The clone stared at Taym with a betrayal that was quickly shut down in grim acceptance and the onset of pain. Strands of blood were already straining from the wound, twisting down to reach for the arm. "We came from you," he snapped out, voice quiet as its expression began to crumple under the loss of hope. For itself, for its family. Why should this man ever worry about Raskol when there was his own self to contend with?
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Rejam rolled 1 20-sided dice:
13
Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2015 1:00 am
In an ideal world he'd have incapacitated it more thoroughly than simply a missing arm and his hand around its wrist, but in an ideal world he'd have managed this without Cee's help, let alone without absolutely relying on her. Good enough, he thought (and meant it; he rebelled against the idea of dropping a still-violent clone in the infirmary). He shot her a look but didn't bark any instructions. The course of action would be obvious enough. He reached for his pendant without letting go of the clone, ignoring its accusing stares, and said the words that would take him back home. He'd come back later: for its arm, for the things he'd sorted out into stacks in the hallway. And later still he'd find the room to thank Cee for saving his useless a**. lizbot please tell me he didn't ******** up too badly crying iloveyouDIE SORRY CEE AT YOUR LEISURE PLS COME HELP
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2015 6:14 am
Cee met Taym's eyes when the arm dropped to the floor and he gripped for his pendant. By the time she blinked they were gone and she was left in the hall with a severed (weirdgross) arm and a bit of disappointment. The fight had been kinda lame. She knew he'd be back in a few, but didn't think it would be ideal to leave a clone's severed arm just laying in the hallway. Cee was hardly well versed in them, and the sudden idea of a whole clone just regrowing like some sort of ******** from the joint had her kicking it with a toe to deem it safe, before picking it up by a single finger like it was some sort of stinky diaper. Her weapon unsummoned, she finally clutched her own pendant and returned.
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