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lizbot rolled 7 4-sided dice:
1, 4, 1, 2, 2, 1, 2
Total: 13 (7-28)
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 Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2017 1:51 pm
Using her last reroll because america never hits her trainee fears like ever
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lizbot rolled 7 4-sided dice:
4, 3, 1, 3, 4, 2, 3
Total: 20 (7-28)
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2017 1:52 pm
So Maebe looked like something that had just strutted out of a CW show...in a good way! But even though she was a Hunter too, America totally hadn't expected the blonde to actually be this badass, like what?! WHAT. THE. HECK. And she'd been all business too, no cutesy s**t or anything. It was enough to instill the beginnings of a certain sort of respect for the woman that would remain, no matter what happened later. But...America wanted to show off too, because she was also a badass. And also like...super tough and professional, right? Stepping out from behind Dawson, Styker shot toward the shadowy figure. As America jerked the chain back sharply, a large fireball continued the weapon's trajectory and exploded on impact. "YEAH!!!" She moved toward Maebe, face bright and happy and proud, arm raised for a high-five.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2017 3:25 pm
When she landed, she could feel Dawson's heal strengthen her shield up, and she shuddered at the feeling of being whole and strong again. She gave him a look, subtle but meaningful, to go along with that tiny smile of hers that silently said thank you, among other things. Then America's weapon flew by to finish off the Horseman, forcing an impact that made Maebe turn and watch the fireworks. Yup. That was America, all right. She passed by the girls side, receiving that high-five smoothly as she walked. "Nailed it." And then there was a mirror. It was the worst kind of mirror - it didn't even show her reflection. It just showed Deus, fine at first, then slowly being attacked. But no reflection. What a jip. zoobey you can come ruin their happiness now biggrin
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lizbot rolled 2 20-sided dice:
11, 12
Total: 23 (2-40)
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2017 11:23 pm
"That was so freaking cool! Where do you think..." America began and then paused, her grin freezing. Confusion crossed her expression as a thin red line appeared across her throat. It takes a moment, for her body to begin falling to the ground, revealing the shadowy figure behind her. Shadow Boss: 60HP America's HP: -9
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medigel rolled 1 8-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-8)
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2017 11:38 pm
Dawson cheered as America burned the thing to a crisp, clapping awkwardly (look the shield was kind of unwieldy) as the girls high-fived. "Dream team, dream team!" he chanted with a grin. "We're on fire!" Which, come to think of it, was appropriate, with a balrog, phoenix, and chimera... He never got a chance to view the mirror. Dawson was slow, like he always was. Just a little too late, a little too eager to relax. His heart jumped into his throat and began to rattle until he swore he tasted it, staring at the thin line blankly. It was only when America began toppling over did he try to stop her fall. And again, a little too late, a little too scared, Dawson failed. The blood was beginning to pour out. The sole of one boot was encircled in it in seconds. Deus was being ransacked, but the real threat to his home was here. Something snapped in him, coaxed out by Syn with mothering triads of noises until it was all he heard: a white and deafening roar that threatened to blind and deafen him if it wasn't released. For once, he embraced that violent urge, and it was like holding an old friend he had forgotten about. The pale faced Dawson that had trembled in the fog was gone, replaced with reddening, snarling man that charged recklessly at the enemy, his shield raised before him in a similarly howling facade. As he moved, his body began to shimmer as the leather, ruby-encrusted armlet began to glow, becoming as bronze. He was an enraged, living statue; papa bear had been awakened.((Using C Artifact Bronze Stymphalian Beak: x2 defense roll result for 1 turn America is defended by Iron Bronze Man for 12))
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Nio Love rolled 8 4-sided dice:
1, 4, 2, 1, 2, 2, 4, 4
Total: 20 (8-32)
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2017 11:41 pm
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Nio Love rolled 8 4-sided dice:
1, 2, 3, 2, 4, 4, 2, 3
Total: 21 (8-32)
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2017 11:43 pm
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Nio Love rolled 8 4-sided dice:
4, 4, 4, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4
Total: 26 (8-32)
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2017 11:44 pm
Maebe was still looking in the mirror when the two of them stilled. It was the quiet that warned her; she turned, just in time to see Dawson reaching down to catch America's body. She couldn't see what had happened, but the blood was telling enough for her. Not to mention the large, shadowy figure that stood where America had just been, holding a weapon clearly sharp enough to have inflicted whatever America was bleeding from. She snapped into action, perhaps a little too coldly. Gone were the days when Maebe would run to the fallen, or freeze up with dread. This felt like a job to her, now. And she was good at her job. Most of the time. Thaw twirled in her hands like a baton, flickers of fire swirling until it became a whirlwind of glowing warmth. She took careful steps towards America's body once Dawson charged off to defend, and the licks of flame reached out to wrap around America's body, finding and healing up broken skin before she could bleed any further. It kissed every inch of her skin, focusing on the wound in her neck while simultaneously building the shield back up around her. "Get up, get up." She begged, her eyes narrowed as they focused sternly, almost obsessively, on the way Dawson was putting himself in the line of fire without her. Quote: Fear used: The Chill T2 America healed for: 22hp
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lizbot rolled 2 20-sided dice:
8, 15
Total: 23 (2-40)
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2017 12:45 am
America's chest rose and she coughed violently, red flecks covering her teeth and chin. She was pale but she was breathing, the blood ceased pouring out from the wound. The figure was knocked back as it tried to advance on America and finish the job. Forced to deal with the larger, healthier target, the curved weapon twirled and crashed down heavily on Dawson's shoulder. Dmg to Dawson: 19 HP: 60
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 1
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2017 4:42 pm
For once, he wished he had some sort of charge that could have knocked the b*****d on his a**. ( I am empty, she says. I cannot hold more.) Wished he could just use his hands to grab and force the thing down by his own strength, not by something borrowed. ( You and I are as one, your blood is mine.) Christ, he could barely keep up as it was: outclassed, outweighed, ******** that thing could really hurt. ( You are doing better.) Dawson was reminded, vaguely, in some distant part of him that remained convinced this was a dream, this had to be a dream, of his time on that boat. That damn boat. The worst memories with the best sort of pleasure that sickened him to think about. It didn't help that with Syn's metaphorical tongue tickling his ear and demanding blood, he was almost starting to miss it. The raw power, the lack of thought...God, he was tired of the burden of being a man sometimes. Why couldn't he have been strong enough here, fast enough? Why couldn't he just flip the switch and Hulk out for a moment and make someone pay for once when it mattered? The metal coating began to disappear. Ah, that's right: because he had never been made of anything but softness. You're a good man, one of the voices mocked in familiar sounds. Just not the right one.Dawson dropped the shield and abruptly threw himself in a football tackle at the shadow, consequences be damned. DMG: 5
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Nio Love rolled 2 12-sided dice:
9, 2
Total: 11 (2-24)
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2017 2:45 am
It wasn't clear why this particular fight, or perhaps this particular place, was honing Maebe's distracted mine down to a focus. She bent down to check America's pulse, and then tore off her coat to lay it on the girl before standing up again. Dawson was already trying to just fling his body at the monster, which probably wouldn't work, but the effort and view were appreciated. Her steps quickened, more with every second, until she was running for the shadow as well. She slid just between it's hulking legs, and chose to stab it from behind on her way out. What a pain in the a**. Damage: 8
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2017 3:35 pm
The figure raises its weapon and- The world pauses, the frame is frozen. Then briefly distorted. America is gone. The figure raises its weapon and- The world pauses, the frame is frozen. Then briefly distorted. Maebe is gone. The figure raises its weapon and- The world pauses, the frame is frozen, Then briefly distorted. Dawson is gone. Quote: gaia_star Go HERE and post SECRET BOSS LOOT as your claim. You will get one random secret boss clothing! Congrats!
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