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 Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 9:33 pm
Jordan had been been meaning to do this for some time, idly, but it was about time he actually did. So when he'd finished his own morning routine, he'd gone down the hall to Robert's room, and leaned against the wall, settling in to wait until the big man returned. Or until he woke up, if he was still sleeping, which was also entirely possible; Jordan wasn't the earliest of risers, but he rarely saw Robert up and about before noon when some kind of duty or mission wasn't involved.
Either way, ambush prepared.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 9:37 pm
Robert had still been sleeping.
Twenty minutes after Jordan had arrived, Robert finally rolled out of bed, grumbling like some kind of animal, and slugged into his clothing. He opened his door, turned and started to walk without watching..
And slammed directly into Jordan. Or, rather, felt Jordan's body slam into him. His entire head was untouched, and he looked down at the shock of vibrant hair pressed against his chest.
"Hey, boss." Robert yawned out. "You need a haircut."
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 9:49 pm
When the door opened, Jordan pushed off the wall and took a step, taking a breath for a casual insult by way of greeting -
- and realized belatedly that Robert wasn't particularly awake, by way of colliding directly with Robert's chest. What. The height differential was once again forcefully pointed out.
It didn't help that Ferros was laughing hysterically.
Jordan shoved Robert off, or shoved himself off Robert, and raised an eyebrow at his friend. "Your situational awareness needs work, and don't insult the hair, dude, not cool." His tone was light, though, not taking offense at what had obviously been an accident, if an interesting one.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 10:06 pm
Robert felt Jordan trying to shove himself away, and rose one eyebrow, his lips quirking in a smirk. "Sorry, boss. Just trying to help." He shrugged, and ran a hand through his own hair. Jordan wasn't the only one who needed a trim..
"What's up, did you need me?" His eyes furrowed seriously. "Is there a mission?"
He hadn't gotten a text..
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 10:15 pm
Jordan smirked back. "All right, then, find someone who can cut hair without completely ruining it and we can both stop looking like sheepdogs." Ruefully, he ran his fingers through the chopped-short hair at the back of his neck. "Clearly I am not that person."
"Just being a creepy stalker," he replied, and gave Robert a big, toothy grin, widening his eyes at the same time to make a worryingly convincing crazyface. Then it relaxed back into a normal smile. "No, actually, I wanted to see if you were up for a spar. I've got nothing to do till midafternoon."
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 10:19 pm
Robert nodded his head, already thinking up a list of possible suspects. Madison came up first in his mind - he somehow bet that girl could cut a killer 'do. Petra could probably cut his hair.. but he tensed slightly at the idea of her cutting Jordan's.
Maybe one of the new recruits had been a haircutter.
Oh look, they were still talking. Robert's vaguely tuned out look sobered up, and he grinned. "Oh, sure boss! That sounds great. Let's go right now!"
The idea of sparring with the man he followed into war clearly elated him.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 10:29 pm
"No breakfast first or anything? You're gonna need your energy," Jordan teased, elbowing Robert lightly in the side. He was well aware that Robert wasn't anywhere near as caffeine-dependent as he was, but he hadn't actually meant to catch his friend before breakfast.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 10:50 pm
"Nah I ate a granola bar while I was showering." What. "Stop stalling already, let's GO."
He was like a kid on Christmas, bouncing up and down and trying to coax Jordan into moving faster.
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prolixity rolled 1 20-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 11:08 pm
"You are so full of it." Jordan snorted. "Okay. Let's get this party going." He led the way on out to the training grounds, step light; he was looking forward to this. Briefly he reflected that he'd once have been taken aback if not horrified at the thought of beating up his best friend, and getting beaten on in return, and calling it fun.
It is fun, Ferros said, sounding puzzled.
I know that NOW. Once they'd gotten out to the field, Jordan stretched lazily, then put his hand out and summoned Ferros, the ring dissolving into a swirl of metallic motes that reformed in his hand as the familiar weight of the hammer. He grinned at Robert. "You ready for this, bro?"
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Nio Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 11:25 pm
Robert almost front flipped once he got outside - but around the boss, he held himself back. Instead, he threw Jezebel's coin and jumped, catching her shimmering form as it elongated and dropping down to the ground while spinning it gracefully between his fingers.
Yeah. He was excited.
"Always, boss! Don't take it easy, show me everything you got!"
Robert moved into a fighting position, grinning ferally at his friend.
"You sure YOU'RE ready for all THIS?"
He gestured to all of him.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 11:32 pm
Jordan rolled his eyes theatrically, but he was grinning. "It's not the size," he said," it's what you do with it," and smirked evilly. "Nice weapon," he added, and completely failed to pull off an innocent expression.
Hit on someone who doesn't have a ghoulfriend, would you? Ferros snickered.
"WHAT?" Jordan sputtered, taken off guard by the remark, and felt his face going red.
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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 1
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 11:38 pm
"Yeah well size counts too oka-"
And then suddenly the boss was yelling WHAT, and Robert had to think. And think. And think some more.
Robert was not the quickest of minds, you see. So it took him a good thirty seconds before finally...
...Jezebel explained it to him.
"OH. BAHAHAHA, did your hammer call you out on that one, boss?" It seemed he thought Ferros was chiding Jordan for the size comment.. and not the subtly phallic compliment on Jezebel.
Subtly was outstandingly lost on Robert. Jordan was likely well aware of this, after all.
"Yeaaah, Jazzy's beautiful, ain't she?" Robert looked at his batleth for a moment, admiring the gleam of her blades, before striking out at Jordan and nicking him on the cheek. "She slices, and dices. My real weapon's still better though."
d**k jokes. Always d**k jokes.
This is why I hate men.
HP: 40
Damage: 1
Charge: 1/3
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prolixity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 11:53 pm
I just bet. Ferros dissolved into evil giggles.
"Jesus jumping Christ on a pogo stick," Jordan muttered. At this rate his cheeks wouldn't be returning to their normal pale color anytime soon. He rubbed the scratch to his cheek and shook his head at Robert, managing a somewhat weaker imitation of his grin from before. "That all you got?"
HP: 39/40
Damage: 0
Charge: 0/3
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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 7
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 11:59 pm
He'd only nicked the boss.. why did he suddenly look like he'd just ran a marathon?
"Boss, you don't look so good. I hope you're not getting sick, 'cause I'm looking forward to this WAY too much to stop!" As if to make his point, the blunt mid-section of the batleth came up from below, in a startlingly ballet-like move, to slam into Jordan's stomach.
Robert held his breath, however. As much as he was looking forward to this.. he didn't want to get whatever Jordan had. He hated getting sick.
HP: 40
Damage: 5
Charge: 2/3
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prolixity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 5
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 12:09 am
"Hey, I always look good," Jordan retorted automatically, but the exchange and the good hard smack to the midsection shook him out of his momentary freeze. He rolled his shoulders and stepped forward as Robert stepped back, going right with him and bringing Ferros around for a light whack to the side before he jumped back out of range.
That's better. Use me right~
Would you mind terribly not making lewd comments when I'm trying to fight? Jordan groaned internally.
You first~
HP: 34/40
Damage: 3
Charge: 1/3
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