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 Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 6:45 pm
Rep had been trying to keep a low profile. But there was only so much creeping around the place he could effectively do. He needed to get to know the area and he had a giant axe didn't he? He really didn't need to fear any of the threats on twitter, they were generally idle unfounded threats from women who should probably have been making cakes or whatever anyway. Yes. That was about right.
Shut the ******** up Tracey was his uncompromising thought reply, one that was becoming more common the more days went by.
Today though he had sworn he'd get out and about and get a proper look at the place on the outside, so he'd donned his coat and scarf and made his way out of the dorms, head down, trying to be incognito. He wasn't /scared/. He was just eager to see the outside a little better.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 6:55 pm
It was days like these Candace almost wished she could stand the taste of cigarette. She could really ******** use one right about now, but heading down to the training field seemed a suitable substitute.
She caught sight of someone, however. Someone she recognized from twitter avatars. Candace smirked. "Wow. Good to know your picture does your douchebaggery justice." Candace called out, putting her hands on her hips. "William Reid?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 7:00 pm
Rep froze in his tracks at the voice, someone else who knew him from twitter, it was a smaller island than he'd figured. He slooowly looked around to check out who it was and looked momentarily mortified as he realised who he was dealing with, the absolute last person he wanted to run into while he was quite as new to this whole thing. The change in his demeanour was immediate, he seemed to don all the cockiness he possessed, tossing back his shoulders to shoot her a chilly glare. He hadn't been hiding, no way. He was intimidating.
"Good to know yours does your porkiness justice." Nerves made his offensive tendencies worse. "Candace right?"
Still everything hinged on playing it cool, playing it calm, this was a distinguished military outfit right? No one fought in the corridors, it wasn't a school. Still he clenched his fists anxiously.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 7:15 pm
Candace's smirk became a smile, a very not nice smile. Oh, that was just adorable. How precious. Look at him! Just..just look! He was posturing! He was glaring! It was very hard for Candace not to laugh right now as she approached the boy, taking slow, purposeful steps. She was in no way even slightly intimidated by William.
"Mm, yes. Candace Pennington. Pleasure to meet you." Candace held a hand out for a polite shake in greeting, intentionally keeping her grip on his hand dainty and feminine. She'd play his game until she got him outside. She was in the right mood to rip someone down.
"I trust you've been enjoying the facility lately~? I can show you around if you like." To his grave, perhaps.
No, no. Don't do that. Clarice would be mad. Candace's smile was too sweet, far too sweet. It was like being smiled at by a tiger biding her time. "Come, I'll show you the training grounds." She reached out to put a hand on his arm and guide him out. Her grip was 'surprisingly' strong for a woman, wasn't it Rep?
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 7:26 pm
Rep met her smile with a decidedly malicious one of his own, in his mind, he was dealing with yet another woman who thought she knew how men worked, thought she could wheedle and placate her way into his good graces. Everywhere he went he was surrounded by these overconfident, headstrong /deluded/ women, women who made men into prissy little queens a mockery of themselves. He shook her hand, a rough and untrustworthy handshake, noting her perceived daintiness. He was even more wary of the delicate ones, the delicate ones were the ones who'd drive a stiletto where it hurt given half a slight. They'd claw each others eyes out like wild animals.
"Aye, I'm sure its a pleasure allright." he snorted.
"And oh it's passable. Better than prison." He'd spent a week here and there in prison, he'd been terrified and out of his depth the whole time but /she/ didn't need to know that. "But not that much better than the shitty digs I was living in before, long way to go. And really? ********' weird choice of tour guide, but I suppose they have to keep you busy when you aren't bragging about your sexual exploits on twitter."
Sure, he'd bite. He was too busy looking her over to note her mention of the training grounds, too busy tensing under her grip on his arm, fighting the urge to flinch away, no b***h touched him without permission. But no, he tolerated it for now, tension still written on every line of his posture, willing to go where she was leading for now, she was only a woman, what was the worst she could do?
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Eight rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 10
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 8:06 pm
At the mention of 'sexual exploits' Candace's grip on Rep tightened to an almost painful strength, though she said nothing on the matter. She would not let him get to her head. She would not. This was a spar but she was going to take it damn seriously.
Candace had a reputation to uphold. "Deus has been around for centuries, you know. The hunters were established around the time of King Arthur's Camelot. It's fascinating, really. H gives a very good lecture, doesn't he?" They reached the training grounds and she let go of him. She was blatantly avoiding any subject that involved Jerry.
She walked a few paces away, humming cheerfully. "So what's your weapon? I'm curious." As she walked her rings glowed brighter, falling to her feet and reforming into Atropos' bladed boots. They crackled with sparks of purple, the gemmed eyes flaring brightly as Candace turned to face him. "I'd like you to meet Atropos. Isn't she pretty? One of a kind, you know. I have yet to see another hunter with weapons on their legs."
Candace tapped her foot a bit, looking down at her feet with a look of pride. "She's very fun to fight with, as well. Apparently I'm an absolute delight to watch on the field."
Atropos was cackling. I bet his weapon is a large overcompensation~! Let's show him how amazing we are, Candy dear. Candace smiled. Gladly. I could use a good fight right now.
"Now remember, this is just a spar." Candace pouted her lips and put on a bit of a demure facade. "So go easy on me, Mister Reid. I'm just a weak little lady, after all. Just watch!" And then Candace suddenly ran at him, dropping to the ground and leaning to one side as she glided across the grass. She was using her momentum to send her toward William, a leg extended and her foot pointed to aim a blade right at his legs. She hit him, grinning as she pushed up off the ground and hopped away.
"Oops~."
HP: 50/50
Damage done: 8
Charge: 1/2; Swift Strikes
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 4
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 8:18 pm
Rep gritted his teeth irritably as her grip tightened, determined not to show how uncomfortable she was making him, instead keeping up his cold tense demeanour.
"He gives a good excecution." he stated bluntly. "Wasn't really a /lecture/."
At her question reguarding his weapon he felt obligated to produce it, hoping he actually /could/, not even sure if he'd be able to do it with someone watching him, especially not someone he was so extremely wary of to begin with. But he was in luck, Tracey appeared without a hitch and he hefted the massive axe with what he hoped appeared to be ease, narrowing his eyes at her. "Yeah your trainers are pretty shiny. A woman with ******** shoes as a weapon, why am I not even slightly surprised?"
He blinked however as his brain waved a little red flag. "Wait a spar, no one ******** said anything about a sp-"
He was cut off mid sentence as he was nimbly brought down to the ground, hard enough to knock the air out of his lungs. "You sneaky little s**t." he snarled at her as he scrambled as best he could back to his feet. He hefted Tracey up properly
"You want a spar, bring it you whore."
And with a snarl of effort he swung out at her, but of course completely unused to the weapon's bizzare momentum, he didn't even come close.
(( HP - 32
DMG - MISS
CHARGE - 0 ))
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Eight rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 7
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 8:22 pm
A good execu--ohhhh! Candace laughed. "Aw, man. Poor Clarice. What did he do to her this time? It's amazing the s**t she puts up with." Which was why she gave her booze-filled chocolates.
Candace was not at all surprised by the weapon. It was huge and very over-compensating, how suitable it was for its master. But that was an insult to the weapon, which she couldn't in good conscience actually do. Atropos would be upset. "Isn't she pretty~? I do love her terribly. As for the spar? I ******** told you I was going to kick your a** the minute you sent the message saying we were the weaker sex." Simple as that. Candace did not make empty threats. Nor did she half-a** things.
"Bring it you whore."
What did he just-- IGNORE HIM! Atropos barked, her boots crackling with light. Candace cleared her throat and inhaled deeply. Right. J..just ignore him.
And punch him in the face. That works too. "I am not a ******** whore." And she was sick of people calling her one.
HP: 50/50
Damage done: 3
Charge: 2/2; Swift Strikes
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 8:48 pm
Rep was utterly furious in a way he hadn't been in a long time. He was used to petty cheap shots in fights, having a weapon when the other guy did not, winning by sheer force of bodily strength or weight against someone smaller or younger. He was not used to coming up against an opponent he couldn't simply cheat his way around. Candace was a lot stronger than any woman he'd /ever/ run into and he found himself feeling more than a little outmatched, this wasn't some silly junkie knife fight, this was a woman with /sentient ******** boots/. And he was actually getting rather scared. It was a spar sure, but could he /die/ here?
For a change he listened to the angel, his pride was on the line and he wasn't about to ignore any advice. Still he couldn't seem to keep his mouth closed for even a moment. "You ARE the ******** weaker sex, no matter what you do physically, women are made to be /used/ by men. Acting like a man, fighting like a man, won't ever change it."
His comment about her being a whore however seemed to have hit home somewhere, and even as he reeled back from the punch, he spat.
"And all women ARE whores. Barely even human." he growled gutturally, and this time swung Tracey around with real malice, driven by his own memories of why he truly and honestly believed this statement. He struck, and the blow, though hardly impressive, was the most satisfying thing he'd felt in years.
Even if Tracey didn't agree with the reasoning, he had to support the method.
(( HP - 29
DMG - 4
CHARGE - 0 ))
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Eight rolled 11 4-sided dice:
1, 3, 3, 4, 3, 1, 2, 2, 1, 4, 2
Total: 26 (11-44)
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 4:53 am
"HEY! a*****e, I've worked damn hard not to get where I am. I've outshined men several times in my life. Do you realize that if you don't let go of this archaic sexism you're not going to make any allies here?" She stepped closer. "This is a smaaaaall, small island, little boy." Another step. Atropos glowed brighter. "If you ******** up? Everyone knows. If you don't gain anyone's trust? No one will want to help you. You won't get anywhere, you'll fail. And often times failure here means you're dead." She stopped, eyes narrowed and lips pursed as her fists clenched at her sides. Where the hell did he get this kind of view on women? It had to be something he dealt with all his life with how severe it is. It had to be. Who the hell taught him to think like this?!
At being called 'barely human' she burst out into obnoxious laughter, her arms wrapping around her middle as she doubled over. It was not a happy laugh, these were not nice smiles. "Holy s**t! You're a ******** psychopath! When did you grow up? The middle ages?! No, wait. Even they treated their women with more class. You must have been recently thawed from a block of ice from the stone age. Just...seriously? Oh, man. You're going to make some real good friends he--" The axe's blade struck her in the side and damn near knocked the wind out of her. She gasped for breath as she tried to stabilize her footing so as not to get knocked down. s**t! It was like being hit with a weakened swing from Clarice!
Candace stumbled away, a hand on her side as she hissed with pain. Don't lose face, don't lose face. She could feel people watching. "Not bad~. ********, no wonder you got put in Sun. I've been hit with worse though. Clarice, the doctor's assistant? Now that's a weapon of mass destruction." Whether she wanted it to be or not, really. Poor Clarice. She looked down at her feet, noticing the almost blinding glow Atropos had built up in their past few hits was now almost dull.
s**t, Atropos. I'm so sorry. I know how you-- Atropos was growling. It's fine. Just don't let it happen again.
HP: 46/50
Damage done: MISS?! SERIOUSLY?!
Charge: 0/2; Swift Strikes. 1/2 Spent!
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 5
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 6:10 am
Rep narrowed his eyes, really starting to ache just from the effort of swinging the weapon, the dull pain doing nothing but make him all the more angry.
He snarled out loud. "Shut UP." Directed at both of them. "I've heard the ******** shpeil hundreds of times, women trying to convince me against my own ******** better judgement." And he'd fallen for it once or twice too, trusted people he was certain were different only to have them too show their "true colours" and get stung. "I'll make the right kind of allies here, trustworthy. Not slimy women and homos who shouldn't be in a ******** military organisation to begin with. How can you trust your back when someones checking it out?"
The weapon's dissent drove him to new and dizzying heights of irritation, he wasn't used to objects arguing with him. "They had the right idea in the middle ages. Women knew their place. I don't know where or how they started to pretend they could be men, but that's when everything went to s**t."
He remembered Clarice, another woman. How many were in positions of power around here? It was insane. "Seems like they've infiltrated every ******** corner of Deus Ex. All our enemies will need to do is spike a few drinks, flash a bit of bling, buy some ******** shoes and it'll all come crumbling down."
Of course. Don't interrupt, he thought back irritably.
"Now how about you /stop/ playing and learn YOUR place. Below /me/." And with that /again/ he struck out with Tracey, still uncertain in how to weild him, but for the time being finding accuracy in his sheer indignant rage that carried him through.
(( HP - 29
DMG - 3
CHARGE - 2 ))
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Eight rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 9
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 6:20 am
Candace rolled her eyes. "Do you think maybe there's a reason for that?" She kept calm, cool and collected. She crossed her arms across her chest, eyes narrowed and frowning. "There's no room for thoughts like that here. You'll find that the effort you're putting forth hating on women here and calling the men here gay would be better put toward fighting the creatures of Halloween." She was not going to let him get to her with his idiocy. He was just some douchebag who was so conveniently deserving of a beat down when she really needed to ease off some tension, tension she was wisely not going to H for a quick fix for for once. She wanted to, she'd grown accustomed to it and kind of wished she could keep on going along with it, but if she wanted even a chance of getting Jerry back she had to stop that. It was hard but...
Her place below him? Candace stopped talking then to just stare at him, putting on a dumbfounded look. He wanted her, an intermediate trainee who had been learning her place for almost a year now, to learn her place below him? A slow smile crept onto her face. "Oh, honey..." Candace purred, slowly stepping up to the man until they were mere inches apart, reaching out to playfully walk her fingers up his chest until she could cup his chin. "Aren't you just adorable. You think just by acting like a d**k I'll respect you! That's precious." She chuckled, and then suddenly her knee came up in a sharp jerk aimed right between his legs.
"If you want me beneath you, you have to work for it."
HP: 43/50
Damage done: 4
Charge: 1/2; Swift Strikes. 1/2 Spent!
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 9:00 am
"Oh its no /effort/" he snarled. "It comes naturally." He clenched his hands into fists. "I can tolerate s**t, doesn't mean I need to like it. I'll never be a tamed little PET like the other men here."
He didn't know what to think as she wandered so effortlessly into his personal space, the closeness startling him more than he'd admit, the contact of her fingers jarring him. He hated this more than anything, the natural power women had, the ability to leave him unfocused to the task in hand, more interested in if she wanted to leave this fight riiight here and go somewhere else. He was about to say that yes, he did indeed think she'd respect him for it, that it was what she needed.
Not listening to Tracey came with a price as every thought of replying went right out of the window as Candace's knee connected hard with his most valued possession, made so so much worse with the piercings that had been a fantastic idea at the time. His voice was about three octaves higher than usual as he squeaked in pained agony "Biiiitch." reeling backwards from her bent double, digging Tracey into the ground in just an effort to stay vertical as whatever strength he had left him momentarily, panting as he regained his senses and giving her the most loathing glare he'd ever given anyone.
He couldn't even get the strength to swing at her and instead settled for an actual punch of anger.
"That was A ******** LOW BLOW." Stating the obvious sometimes was all you could do.
(( HP - 25
DMG - 1
CHARGE - 3 ))
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Eight rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 3
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 1:32 pm
"s**t, that's the first time anyone has ever called me a b***h! I'll have to mark that down in my diary. That's what girls keep, right? A diary under lock and key hidden in their room? Let me know when I become your ideal woman, William." Candace watched him hit the ground and sighed. "I'm sorry, Jerry. I know I promised I wouldn't do that anymore.." She muttered quietly under her breath, dragging her hands down her face with an unhappy groan. This fight wasn't helping get her mind off things like she thought it would.
His punch hit her shoulder and sent her back a bit, wincing and rubbing at that spot. Ow. "No kidding! I must have missed. Terribly sorry." Candace suddenly leaned back until she caught herself on her hands, lifting her legs to strike at William with both feet before spinning away and pushing right side up again.
"Better?"
HP: 42/50
Damage done: 7
Charge: 2/2; Swift Strikes. 1/2 Spent!
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Baneful rolled 7 4-sided dice:
3, 4, 1, 1, 2, 4, 3
Total: 18 (7-28)
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 2:43 pm
Rep was still very much struggling to get his head around how startlingly blinding the pain from the crotch shot had been, too busy damage assessing to make any particularly snide remarks.
"Add to your diary that you are a ******** low and dirty scrubber." he was just about to heft Tracey up for another swipe when she took him off guard with her follow up assault, this one less low and much more serious, sending him reeling to the ground yet again. He was really starting to hurt now, his body protesting every little movement. To him though, pain was raw adrenaline, he enjoyed this part of a fight, when it was a matter of seeing who had the most endurance, persistance, whose anger could sustain them the longest.
He was not about to be beaten by a girl, no chance in hell. He heaved himself to his feet, spat on the ground and flexed one shoulder then the other before grunting. "A little better. A little. Maybe one day you'll make a passable boy."
For a change, he agreed. Picking up Tracey to rest on his shoulder slightly.
He smirked. "Though, you are still nothing to a MAN. " and with that he charged Candace flat out, letting Tracey carry him along with it for a change, feeling more power involved in this strike than any he'd made before. Maybe someone would explain to him later this was what a fear was, but for now, all he knew was that he was on the ropes desperate and he /had to win/.
(( HP - 18
DMG - 15
Used Battle Cry!
CHARGE - 0 use 1/2 ))
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