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 Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 10:25 pm
Another day, another afternoon of beating up dummies and running division courses. Wilson didn’t mind training, which is why he did it often—though how much he improved and how efficiently he used his time was a different matter. Before arriving to Deus Ex, he was a procrastinator and in certain ways Wilson still was. It surprised him that he could get up on a semi-regular basis to walk over to the training field and concentrate for a few hours.
After another round of slashing a dummy with the blades of his weapon, Wilson paused and plopped down to let his arms rest a bit. It was an oddball, in his opinion, with a tank and somewhat heavy cannons and daggers. What the heck was it trying to be? Wilson didn’t know (Gramps took offense at this). [WHIPPERSNAPPER. What’s wrong? Get back to your feet and start slash—] He shook his head. I’m tired.
He wobbled over to the nearest tree, his back against the trunk as he took off his mask and let it hang around his neck. He placed his weapon next to him and just rested, wondering what to do next. Wilson pulled out his cellphone, searching through the list and considering texting someone to spar with him.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 12:54 am
For the last few days, Dillon had been on the training grounds trying to familiarize himself with the weapon. It was hard getting used to, and by that he did not just mean the constant awareness of the fact that he was not alone in his thoughts anymore. Inez. Well, Nessy, would always be there to reassure and encourage.
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Dillon lashed the whip sword angrily, causing it to hit the ground and jump back up very untidily. It certainly was most frustrating. The mist hunter trainee was about to stalk off back to his room when the most peculiar of things happened.
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Dillon shut his eyes and thinned his lips, suppressing the frustration. Alright, he conceded, rolling his head from side to side and then getting into position. If it was of any consolation, at least he had figured out how to retract the whip sword back into the single, two-edged blade form. With a flick of the wrist to change the sword into its whip form, Dillon lunged forwards, swinging out his arm and making sure to follow through. The blades disconnected nicely, and for once he was on target, raining onto the target dummy a series of slices. Needless to say, the trainee was rather surprised, but that did not stop him from carrying on to switch back to a normal blade and charging towards the dummy to impale it as the final blow.
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Sorry?
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Can never get a word of encouragement from you can I?
The mist trainee then carried on to practice a few more strokes before being interrupted again.
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With who?
<<Him>>
Dillon turned to look at the other hunter resting under a tree. He did look... rather odd... with a tank and all that. Nonetheless, Dillon figured it wouldn't hurt to approach him and request for a friendly spar.
“Good afternoon, uh, Dillon Avery, new around here,” he greeted, hand extended out towards the other hunter. He paused.
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It's too impolite to just ask isn't it?
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Syusaki rolled 1 20-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 10:55 pm
[[ No problem! <3 ]]
After searching through his contacts, Wilson decided to mull over his dilemma later and to rest for a while more. It was a nice change of pace to just sit down and take a few minutes to sit back and relax, especially since he rarely took the time to get a sweeping look around the training fields. Granted, there wasn’t much to look at. It was mainly level land covered in grass, scattered with a number of dummies, nets, and other small weapons. If he looked hard enough, he could spot the other division-specific training areas. At the moment, the training fields were fairly empty, save for one figure nearby. A curious Wilson zoomed in on the person. It was a lad he had never seen before, but it seemed the stranger was a trainee too. Perhaps it was another Lamb. He looked over Dillon’s weapon and was startled to realize it was some sort of whip with blades. That was pretty bad a**! However, what was truly mindblowing was watching the trainee retract the whip into a sword. That was even more bad a**.
The other trainee paused and Wilson stiffened. What is going o—HE’S LOOKING OVER HERE. It was very smart of Wilson to quickly yet slightly angle his head away from Dillon because he totally wasn’t staring at the other trainee like the creeper death trainee that he was. Surprisingly, Wilson looked absolutely normal when Dillon approached him. “Afternoon!” he returned, happy to reach out for the hand for a firm handshake. “I see! Hope you’ve gotten to the place somewhat.” There was an awkward moment between them, Wilson still smiling. Is he asking…? [You were looking for one anyways.] “Would you like to spar with me?”
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Zyphiris rolled 1 20-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 4:58 am
Syusaki oops, didn't realised you tagged OTL
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And in an instant things went back to normal again. “Sure,” he replied, sounding perhaps a little too delighted, “I'm needing some practice with this weapon anyway.”
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You are impossible, you know that.
“So uhm, after you I suppose?” he asked, drawing his weapon by his side, trying to push out the thought in his mind that Inez would probably not want to work with him now.
Bother.
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Syusaki rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 7
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 1:29 pm
“Kinda? I guess it’s better than ‘not at all’,” he laughed. He remained clueless to Dillon’s avoidance of his smile. Wilson seemed to distracted by the fact that he had nearly forgotten to introduce himself. “Oh right! I’m Wilson. Sorry for not saying that sooner,” he apologized. Wilson looked at Dillon’s weapon. “Yeah, I briefly saw you using it earlier.” Gramps snorted. [Briefly?] “I didn’t think those things could actually work in real life. Pleasant surprise.”
He nodded, bending down to sling the main part of his weapon over his shoulders while he held his mask in his hand. “No problem.” His smile disappeared behind his gas mask. Once Wilson adjusted it, he looked at the tree then at Dillon. “Do you want to fight around a tree?” he joked, taking a couple steps away from the towering plant before lifting an aim and releasing a cloud of green poisonous gas.
HP: 40/40
Damage: 5
Charge: 1/3
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Zyphiris rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 8
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 10:15 pm
“Yea, me too.”
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As to whether or not he wanted to fight around a tree, that was never answered. Dillon coughed and covered his mouth with his hand as he leapt back, away from the cloud of noxious gas. Poison gas? He should have known when Wilson donned his mask. Already, he was starting to feel a little giddy.
<> My my, was she concerned now? First words of proper advice for the entire day.
Blinking his eyes furiously to clear the irritation, the trainee wrapped his scarf around his face and began his counter attack. It was a pretty poor swing actually; it lacked any follow through.
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HP: 35
Damage: 4
Charge: 1/3
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Syusaki rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 6
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 4:27 pm
Wilson chuckled. “How does it work? Is there a mechanism you use to switch between forms?” He sounded genuinely interested in the whip-sword. The death trainee entered the cloud of green gas. While it didn’t sting his eyes, it was still difficult to tread through it. He craned his neck to peer through the mist, but as it began to dissipate he noticed Dillon preparing for a swing. His eyes widened. [GET OUT OF TH—] Wilson stumbled back from the recoil. It may have lacked a follow through, but it wasn’t that weak either. He brought up an arm to lightly touch the spot he had hit. “Nice. You said you’re new, right? A…Lamb, was it?” Hunters and their silly group names.
Rather than attempt to deluge the poor guy in another blanket of poisonous gas, Wilson opted to lift both arms to bash Dillon with his cannons. They were pretty damn heavy after all.
HP: 36/40
Damage: 7
Charge: 2/3
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Zyphiris rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 1
Total: 2 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 1:32 am
"Don't think I should tell you that later when we're done ?" he managed to laugh, taking a step back and recalling his blade to its sword form. Dillon frowned under his scarf mask, which hid his contempt for that name. "Nah, just a new guy," he replied.
And whatever it was that distracted him, the trainee sure was regretting it. God those cannons were heavy. Dillon doubled over, unable to attack.
<< Jack, look at you... >>
HP: 26
Damage: -
Charge: 1/3
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Syusaki rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 7
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 3:21 pm
Wilson hummed thoughtfully. “Point taken.”
The cloud was still somewhat thick. Even as it began to clear, the trainee continued to add to the blanket of gas, but it wasn’t as much compared to before. Wilson curiously eyed his weapon before he took a couple cautious steps forward to search for Dillon. Spewing around gas like there was no tomorrow was great and all, but not being able to find his opponent afterwards wasn’t a very good thing over. After a moment of no attacks, longer than he would have expected, Wilson tentatively called out, “Dillon? Are you okay?”
HP: 36/40
Damage: 3
Charge: 3/3
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Zyphiris rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 5:16 pm
“Yeah,” he called out, then quickly changing his mind, “Not really, no actually.”
The trainee pulled his scarf over his face tighter, taking a few defensive steps back. He couldn't see where Wilson was with the thick cloud of gas ... and he would be darned if he was going to attack blindly and give away his position.
... though he might have to do that soon. Dillon took in another breath and the air burned down his throat. He was slowly getting screwed over here.
HP: 23
Damage: 0
Charge: 1/3
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Syusaki rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 2:44 pm
Wilson frowned, his eyes blinking behind the mask’s sockets. Not okay? That wasn’t good. It actually struck a chord of worry in the man. Was Dillon somehow really injured? Even with his gas mask it was difficult to discern shadows and figures within the gas, at least when it was as thick as this. He decided to venture a couple steps forward, but otherwise Wilson remained where he was. “Dillon, where are you?” As if the trainee could consider adding even more gas to the area. He could barely see in front of himself and he didn’t want to injure the other trainee. At least, not until he knew Dillon was still ready to continue sparring.
HP: 36/40
Damage: 0
Charge: 3/3
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Zyphiris rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 6:59 am
"In your cloud of gas," he answered, as you might already see. Dillon took a few steps back in an attempt to get away from the center of the cloud of noxious gas, moving to the edge where it began to thin out but keeping himself somewhat within it. If anything, it was providing some good camouflage. Camouflage that was KILLING HIM.
<< I can't see you and you can't see me. >> Inez snickered. Dillon ignored the fact that that sounded like he was playing some sort of kinky game... which he was not. Really.
"Er," he stopped to ask, finally, "Now what?"
HP: 23
Damage: 0, well done my boy. Well done
Charge: 1/3
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Syusaki rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 5:04 pm
Smiling, Wilson rolled his eyes. “No, really?” Sarcasm at its best. “I meant where in the cloud, but it looks like that’s rather impossible to say.” He decided to start walking around in the blanket of poisonous gas. It was fortunate he had his mask on, but Wilson couldn’t help but pity the other trainee. He hadn’t meant to pour out that much gas, but Gramps had other ideas. [Spew out even more gas, Youngin’! You’re ready for a charged attack! Do it! Do it!] Wilson didn’t do it. Instead, he held out both arms as he called out, “Dillon, stay where you are. I’ll try to find you.”
And find Dillon he did, by poking one of the blades into the poor guy. “Oops! Sorry, is that you?”
HP: 36/40
Damage: 1
Charge: 3/3
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Zyphiris rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 4
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 8:39 pm
“Dillon, stay where you are. I’ll try to find you.”
The trainee's first instinct would be to say : how about no , but that was too late. Dillon stared at the blade that was jutting out of the cloud. neutral
Slowly, cautiously, he gauged where the other trainee could be in that cloud and swung the whip in that direction.
An “ow” would be a good indication if he had hit.
HP: 22
Damage: 2
Charge: 2/3
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Syusaki rolled 7 4-sided dice:
4, 2, 2, 4, 1, 4, 4
Total: 21 (7-28)
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 9:04 pm
And then Wilson used his charged attack as a reflex.
Oh. Um. Oops? biggrin
The poisonous cloud had just become bigger and even more poisonous.
HP: 34/40
Damage: 17
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