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phantompanther13 rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-16)
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 Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2015 9:58 pm
Clyde turned and shot off a few shots at her missing widely. He gave her a goofy grin, not really minding that his was missing. "Sure thing." He could hope at leas that the shots distracted her a little as he was becoming more and more colorful. "Paint me a pretty picture on my stomach ok?" Quote: HP: 18 Damage: 0 Charge: 0/3
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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2015 11:33 pm
He'd almost managed to distract her by mentioning his stomach again, because for a split second she considered trying to paint a picture on it, and then realized she was looking at it, and quickly looked away. She fired one very well timed shot right at his stomach (though she hadn't really meant to), and one completely off base miss, indicating that yes, he'd done the job. Quote: HP: 32 Damage: 4 Charge: 3/3
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phantompanther13 rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 6
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2015 4:25 am
Ok he would focus and actually shoot at her now. Though he could tell his teasing was distracting. Too bad he was still loosing this fight by a lot. Perhaps it was partially because he was bruised from the last sparring bought he had. No matter. Still the new paint splatters were doing there job. Vanessa was already sending him early warnings, telling him they were taking damage. He aimed his shots at her stomach and troso. Only about one hit. Quote: HP: 15 Damage: 3 Charge: 0/3
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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 2:40 pm
He'd gone quiet, and was focusing; this helped her focus. She felt those bullets slam into the shield over her stomach, and she bent inward as her stomach clenched in response, while firing off rounds that only sporatically hit. She needed so much more practice, and this was the best kind of practice she could get. Moving, live targets. She surged with purpose, even as her hand rubbed her sore stomach. "Good." She purred out. "Good."Quote: HP: 29 Damage: 3 Charge: 3/3
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phantompanther13 rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 12:15 am
The last shot actually his his arm and he looked down. His next shot was wide. "Good to hear you are enjoying your painting session." he said in response to her quiet purrs. Quote: HP: 12 Damage: 3 Charge: 0/3
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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 8
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 12:28 am
"Hah. Painting." She huffed out, placing both of her guns level with him and firing off a few precise, well placed rounds. This time, she actually did mange a crude sort of smiley face on his stomach - though focusing so much in one spot must have been uncomfortable for him. She did not look remorseful. "Come on, Clyde. Run around a little. Give me a hard time. I need this." Quote: HP: 29 Damage: 7 Charge: 3/3
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phantompanther13 rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 12:40 am
Easy for her to say, she wasn't the one getting pelted by marbles. Clyde winced not dodging at all like he should. Instead he ran up close and pelted her with Vanessa practically yelled at him as he attacked. Perhaps she had been trying to get his attention for a while.
Vanessa was rather grumpy with him. He couldn't figure out why.
Quote: HP: 4 Damage: 6 Charge: 1/3
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 12:58 am
He listened to her direction, but she wasn't expecting him to run at her. At first, she looked thrilled for the challenge. Her weapons rose and she seemed ready to fire, to fight him off and show him exactly what she was made of - Naia whispered words into her mind at the wrong moment, words concerning men and bared, chiseled chests and dripping sweat; and Ana nearly broke, unable to keep from recognizing how close Clyde had gotten and how he was undressed yet again and how terrible life really was to have put her in this situation - She dropped one gun, and tripped trying to pick it up and back away.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 1:07 am
Honestly he expected her to move out of the way. He expected that she would shoot him down and that would end the match. That was not what happened. Instead he ran right into her, knocking himself off balance and landing in a heap, mostly likely knocking her to the ground too.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 1:18 am
She froze, as the horror of what was happening sunk in. She crumpled like paper when he knocked into her, and when he fell, she was hyper aware of every inch of him on her. It was like a thousand horrible nightmares all coming to life at once, reminding her that all of the self-assured attitude and strong-willed composure she built up with the comfort of her mask on her meant nothing. It was all a sham, and inside, she was just a scared little girl trying to play keep away with the world. The world, in the form of Clyde's body this time around, came slamming into her as an over-heated reminder that she couldn't run away, anymore. She shut her eyes tight, turned as red as a beet, and let out a soft, whining sound.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 1:26 am
"Oop oops. Sorry, oh crap I'm sorry." This was not what one said at the end of a spar. he tried to disentangle himself, carefully without hurting her. Vanessa was just grumbling and confused int he background. She couldn't figure out why he was bothering to be careful with someone he was just shooting. "Um anyway you won the spar, Vanessa says my shield thingy is too low to continue..." He pushed himself up and then offered Ana a hand up.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 1:33 am
She laid there for a few seconds, and ignored the hand when it was offered to her. When she sat up again, her legs bent forward to rest her head on, and she stared out ahead of her. She looked like she was just trying to collect herself, but it was far more complicated than that. His apologies and his concession didn't seem to be reaching her. A few more seconds passed by, before her hand moved up to her face, ripped the mask off of it, and threw it carelessly to the ground. Her face buried into her knees, and she started sniffling. "I can't do this." She whispered. "I thought I could. I really did."
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 1:39 am
"Uh....." she didn't get up. That was ok but then then she started crying. That was wholly unexpected. "Do what? Other than me tripping over myself I think that spar went pretty well." he bent down to pick up the mask, brushing it off. It really did look identical to his, if a little more worn. He waited a moment and then sat down next to her ready to give it back when she looked up.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 1:44 am
She could hear the sound of him moving around her, picking up her discarded mask and - most likely - waiting for her to take it back from him. She did not seem interested in doing that, just yet. " All of this. I've fought so many people before. I've sent full grown men to jail. Men bigger, tougher than you. But if they'd only known - " She finally rose her head back up again, as her hands lifted in exaggerated movements. "Oh, the White Priestess, she's no big deal - just exploit her secret weakness! Nudity!" She pouted, a thick and almost childish act. In fact, once the mask was gone, there was a sore innocence in her youthful face that was almost painfully exposed without it. "How am I supposed to be this badass monster killer if I turn into a statue anytime a guy comes anywhere near me with his, his, you know." She gestured meekly at his brightly colored chest, but couldn't lift her eyes to look at it. "I'm no warrior. I'm just a big, fat liar."
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 2:03 am
He cracked and smile and then a grin as he fought back a laugh. "You take the policing side of things very seriously." while not actually laughing a chuckled managed to escape. "You know you basically painted me on a new shirt, you can't even see anything anymore. Just pretend you are making them put on a new shirt." he didn't disguise the laugh that came after that. He leaned back musing what she said about being a warrior. Was that what they were supposed to be? He was more of a man who liked to feel the breeze in the air and grass beneath his feet. A builder not a warrior. Tough as nails sure, ready to rise like an angered mountain, sure. But warrior? He wasn't sure, he wondered if he could even help her with that. "I don't think you are a liar. Or at least you have never lied to me." which wasn't saying much, he didn't know her that well. "And you don't build a house over night. You need to lay a foundation first."
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