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 Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2017 7:41 pm
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kuropeco rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2017 7:43 pm
HP: 36 / 40
DMG: 6 - 6 = 0 + 2 = 2
BOSS HP: 18 / 20
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kuropeco rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 1
Total: 3 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2017 7:45 pm
HP: 32 / 40
DMG: 3 - 6 = 0 + 2 = 2
BOSS HP: 16 / 20
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kuropeco rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2017 7:46 pm
HP: 28 / 40
DMG: 5 - 6 = 0 + 2 = 2
BOSS HP: 14 / 20
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kuropeco rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2017 7:47 pm
HP: 28 / 40 *bonus reroll
DMG: 7 - 6 = 1 + 2 = 3
BOSS HP: 11 / 20
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kuropeco rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 4
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2017 7:48 pm
HP: 24 / 40
DMG: 5 - 6 = 0 + 2 = 2
BOSS HP: 9 / 20
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kuropeco rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2017 7:49 pm
HP: 20 / 40
DMG: 7 - 6 = 1 + 2 = 3
BOSS HP: 6 / 20
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kuropeco rolled 4 4-sided dice:
1, 3, 3, 2
Total: 9 (4-16)
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2017 7:50 pm
HP: 16 / 40
DMG: 0
BOSS HP: 6 / 20
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kuropeco rolled 4 4-sided dice:
1, 4, 4, 4
Total: 13 (4-16)
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2017 7:51 pm
HP: 16 / 40 *bonus reroll
DMG: 0
BOSS HP: 6 / 20
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kuropeco rolled 4 4-sided dice:
4, 1, 1, 4
Total: 10 (4-16)
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2017 7:52 pm
HP: 16 / 40 *last bonus reroll
DMG: 10 - 4 = 6 + 2 = 8
BOSS HP: dead
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2017 11:38 pm
He had no idea what he was doing and it was terrifying.
"Look," said Vaudrey, in what he hoped was a reasonable, placating voice, calling on years of lessons with Ren teaching him repeatedly how to speak to someone who was upset. "Look. I, uh - I know this isn't - this isn't ideal, but I mean, I suppose it could be better, but really, we shouldn't fight. We really shouldn't, it's a very bad idea, because, you know, it's a bad idea because fighting is bad, it's really really bad, and uh - ow - "
The rest of Vaudrey's sentence got cut off. He staggered backwards as his counterpart - what was the name again, he'd already forgotten it - slammed a fist into his stomach, sending him reeling backwards. Vaudrey went down to his knees almost instantly, gasping and wheezing, his chest aching for breath as he tried to get air back into his lungs.
This was all so very wrong. It made everything inside of himself want to curl up into a ball and disappear.
"Please - "
Vaudrey's voice was tinny and quiet, which effectively shut him up, because he was galled at the very idea of sounding pathetic. He couldn't be a model of confidence and efficiency, oozing strength and dedication if all he did was beg and plead like he was some lowly peon.
No, that was a very, very bad idea indeed. Vaudrey straightened up, climbing unsteadily to his feet and trying not to vomit. And then tried not to vomit at the thought of vomiting, which almost actually made him vomit, and Jack damn it he was not going to be sick -
"Let's just talk this out - "
Again, he was cut off, though this time it was from a savage blow to his jaw. Vaudrey reeled backwards, jaw snapping together, stars exploding in his line of vision, and he toppled ungracefully to the ground in a sprawl of feathers and fur and claws.
"This is - stop that, we can - we can talk, really!" Vaudrey cried, but there was no use. His other self - his counterpart - his - whatever the Jack it was - was still coming at him, looking ludicrously confusing and ridiculous in that gaudy, unpleasant Hunter coat that Vaudrey had half an inkling to yank off and throw straight into the garbage.
He tried to climb to his feet, was knocked down again, and then kicked once more, apparently for good measure. Vaudrey wheezed out an incoherent sound as he lay on the ground, feeling the anger radiating out from the other - Jack damn it, what was the name? Ren would have been so disappointed in him. Well, Ren was going to be disappointed in him anyway, but he was going to be extra disappointed to learn that his cousin was so easily overpowered.
What would Ren have done? Vaudrey closed his eyes.
Come on, cuz. Up and at 'em. You've got more fight left in you, you can do it, I know you can.
I can't, Vaudrey thought miserably, but Ren's laughter filled his ears, almost as though he was really right there.
Get up off your Jack damn a** and fight.
Vaudrey's eyes opened again. He dragged himself to his feet, ignoring the look of annoyance and surprise on his counterpart's face, and tried to push past the stinging pain that ached all over his body. Clawed fingers curled together, and the next time the other swung, Vaudrey lunged, tackling him around the middle in a flurry of feathers.
He wasn't quite sure how he did it, but he did it. Vaudrey climbed unsteadily to his feet, breathing heavily, face flushed with exertion, and then toddled off to the side, trying very, very hard not to be sick again, because he was pretty sure he was going to be sick again.
But he'd done it. He'd done it.
Ren would be proud, Vaudrey thought.
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