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MoonKitsune rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-16)
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 Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 11:44 pm
The field was clear, much to Melvin's approval, as his last encounter with a hunter had given him more of a headache and a slight eye-opening that he was surrounded by lunatics who probably had spent a bit too much time fighting than talking to other people. The fact they were so hard up on dotting on their weapons somewhat unnerved him as being a tad bit creepy, but he felt confident his sanity wouldn't diminish in the company of the few people who seemed off their rocker.
Not wanting to press his luck too much, he went out to the training grounds early where it was still slightly cool, and summoned his weapon after a good 10 minutes of arguing. It was the fact Saliva was bored after spending the last few days with him just fixing the facilities up that she wanted to do SOMETHING. He'd remember that her being bored was a good motivator for her.
Adjusting his grip, he slowly lined up his weapon with a dummy in the distance and fired. It flew by the dummy's body, brushing beside it as the green, glowing egg flew past and smashed in the ground, sizzling the grass as it lightly smoked.
Target: Dummy
Damage: 1
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 11:57 pm
The first thing Robert noticed was the new guy's jacket. He had a sixth sense for those tendrils of trees creeping up people's jackets, and as soon as he saw them he made an effort to at least try to talk to them, if he'd never seen them before. And as far as he could recall, he'd never seen this guy before.
So he walked into the training fields, ready to say a friendly hello, when Melvin fired his weapon at the dummy, and did a terrible job of it. Robert's shoulders slumped slightly.
A gunner. Just what he needed.
Robert wasn't as fun of the projectile weapons. They just weren't as fun to play with. And from what he saw coming out of this guy's weapon, this particular one looked.. kind of gross. So a gross gunner it was.
"Sup, kid. New here?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 12:11 am
His aim was off. His aim was terribly off, but he didn't take that as a punch to his pride. He never had a handgun before, and it was natural that he wouldn't be boy-wonder with it. There was some mild annoyance that he HAD to get better not only to keep himself alive, but because it was such a big deal with all the other hunters that his performance spoke for who he was. It was rather unfair considering there were no instructors, and he was just supposed to know. Saliva was no help, and was more or less watching him. He could feel her judging him, and he really didn't need that sorta sass. She'd been upset all morning with him for keeping her in a dresser drawer.
On an open field, it wasn't hard to spot someone approaching, and he regarded the other hunter for a moment. Yet another man that was built like a tank, though this one was much taller than him. Great. If he hadn't met a few other hunters, he'd think they were all in some basement weightlifting and talking weapons over protein shakes.
At the remark, he looked up, not quiet rolling his eyes, but rather done with the whole common greeting of being new. "I swear someone has to have had that written on my back." He wanted to check again if he was just wearing a big sign that said NEW GUY HERE. "Yes. I'm new.
Kid. This guy called him a kid. They looked the same age! If he started calling him sonny and any other assortment of names, he was going to say something.
"Melvin Wood." He showed a bit of his jacket. "The Life group."
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 12:21 am
Robert let out a brusque, short laugh, and winked when he showed him the jacket. "Yeah, I know, I saw. That's why I came over. Name's Robert. Morris." He looked a little confused as he said his last name, if only because he realized he hadn't said it in a while.. it was as if his identity was starting to slip away from him. He was Robert. He was Life. He was a hunter. He was a husband. At least those things were still strong within him - he stubbornly refused to lose everything. But his last name.. that was slipping. "It's nice to meet you bro. I'm in Life, too." He flourished his jacket in a mimic of what Melvin did. "That's why I knew you were new. I try to keep my eye out on the Lifers, you know? They're my family." He reached out and smacked Melvin in the back. Hard.
"So welcome to the family!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 12:33 am
Family stung a big, considering he left his back home, but he got the sentiment the other was trying to give. Everyone worked in teams, and he was now in one. Not that he FELT he was in a team considering how busy and hectic everyone was, but all he cared for was if he'd be allowed to work in the Life Labs. If he was meeting another Life member, now was the time to ask specifically about his own division.
The hit landed hard, and he stepped forward, catching his balance before standing straight again, rubbing his back. Yup. Like a tank.
Jack, you're so weak. This guy could eat you. Look at how big he is! I thought you were average. Your Queen should have been ashamed the moment she spat you out.
I am average. This guy just spent more time bulking up than I care to do.
"Glad to meet someone in my own group. Do you work in the labs?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 12:42 am
The question made Robert look openly crestfallen. It was clear this man wore his heart on his sleeve, or directly on his face. Even with how sad he looked, he nodded his head. "We all gotta work in the Labs, bro. It's part of our job." His voice lowered. "Even if we're not good at it."
He backed up a step, and took a coin out of his pocket, flipping it through his fingers. "I'm good at healin' in the thick of battle, though. That's another part of our job. And fighting the bad guys, of course! You wanna spar partner? Your dummy's looking a little boring over there." His grin was as wide as his face.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 12:52 am
"I'm rather good at lab work. I was hoping to be more involved in that department." He pointed out, wanting to actually research about shadows and know more about the very creatures that plagued him all his life. Not being allowed near there had really bothered him, but it was a nice reassurance that they worked there and he hadn't been misguided.
"Oh yeah. Healing. One of the Suns tried that on me. I don't really approve of it. I guess if I'm one step in the grave I could deal with it, but I'd rather not have some weapon shoot their magic at me." Or do anything to his body. He'd rather just suffer until he received normal treatment. "I didn't know we were also the medic group. Do we have to take a special class to learn healing or just touch people?" Rep had just grabbed his arm and he felt better. If that's all that was needed, then it was time saved in not training to learn that too.
At the mention of sparring, he looked at Robert with some consideration. This guy wasn't a sun, which meant he probably didn't have a massive weapon. Still, he was built like a tank, but at least he gave him some forewarning before starting. "I guess I could do a spar with you, but I hadn't really done one, so you'll have to tell me how this all works."
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Nio Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 1:32 am
Robert brightened, only slightly. "Oh. Good! You're gonna have no problem then, awesome. Well, I'd offer to show you around there, but trust me, you probably know more about the s**t they got than I do. HAHA!" Another smack on the back. "And our healing's mostly done with band-aids. We just got the good stuff, you know? I don't.. know.. what the ******** you're talkin' about magic, but yeah. Band-aids. Preetty cool." He sounded just a wee bit sarcastic.
"Aaaanyway. Sparring's easy. You and I fight like we mean it, until one of our FEAR shields goes down. Then we stop, and go rest up till the FEAR shield's back. That's about it!"
He flipped the coin in his hand up in the air, and it glimmered in the sunlight before stretching out long, and wide. The metal gleamed as it liquidly moved through the air, forming the double bladed batleth that Robert caught in his hand before it was even done forming. He stuck the tip in the ground, and leaned on the blunt side of one of the blades.
"I mean, you're probably gonna shoot at me a lot, and I'm gonna come at you and smack you up. So.. really, this spar's gonna be about working on your defense. You know? Keeping me at a distance and dodging me when I'm all up in your face. Which is good, because the bad guys? They don't use guns."
He pulled Jezebel up out of the ground and sliced it up in the air, pointing it dangerously at Melvin's face.
"You ready to play?"
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MoonKitsune rolled 1 20-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 1:47 am
Melvin rubbed his back one more time, feeling that this spar was already starting.
Damnit. This guy is going to kill me even before we start.
You are completely screwed.
Already get that. Don't need your input. My brain is probably bigger than yours. What with her being a worm and all.
Really? Cause I'm not the idiot who's tangoing with a guy twice my size. Now who has the small brain?
"Band-aids doesn't really sound very efficient. The guy I meet just touched my arm and said his weapon healed me. I thought it was common practice." He took a few steps back, allowing some space on what was now their battle field. He'd never really fought anyone before. A few raised fists, but not really any all-out brawl. He was usually the guy jumping into a fight before it started, telling his friends to break up and stop being dicks. It was usually over something stupid like a girl or pride. This fight was a preparation to keep him alive during a more serious fight. Their next mission - something that was hovering in the future like a dark shadow.
It was the only reason Melvin was saying yes to this.
Robert summoned his own weapon and he frowned at seeing yet another massive blade. "Does everyone have bladed weapons?" They seemed common, and he wondered why he didn't have one.
That was till Robert pointed the weapon at him, and he stepped back, hand raised. "Woah. Keep that pointed away until we have to start." Growing up being told never to run with scissors or play with knives, having one pointed at him made every warning his mother ever gave him flare up in his mind.
He could have poked an eye out.
He could have cut your face off. Sliced it off nice and neat.
"But yeah. I'm ready - I guess." As ready as someone who really didn't play with knives or guns could be.
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 1:48 am
Robert had some good advice. Melvin had a gun, which meant he just had to keep away from danger and just keep shooting. The blade couldn't hit him if he kept away from it, and that sounded rather good to him. The blade was freaky as hell, and it looked like the Life Hunter could handle it well. The idea of it coming at him made him want to just hold up his hands and say screw this and ask for a nice office job. Melvin doubted they would let him have one.
It was what Ro said that bothered him. That no one expected the new guys or anyone for that matter to live long. If Melvin didn't learn, he'd die. The thought alone scared him, and there was only way he could prevent that. To kill first. This was fine for him as he didn't care for the shadows that haunted him all his life, but he actually had to be good enough to HIT them in order to kill them.
"Alright. I guess this is go."
Melvin had stepped back, letting there be space between them. Robert said keep his target back. That's all he had to do. What he couldn't do was move too much when he lined up his gun. It made it hard to hold the gun steady and also to keep his distance. His arms would move and it was hard to keep them straight, but he lined up as best he could at Robert's chest and fired. It flew by, but he knew it wouldn't hit dead on.
HP: 40/40
Damage: 4
Charges: 1/3
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Nio Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 1:59 am
Aww. The poor kid looked intimidated. Robert tried not to be encouraged by that, because this wasn't his enemy, and he really did want to make friends. But it was kind of fun, making people look at him that way. It reminded him of the old days, back in school. Being a bully came with it's own, terrible high.
He decided the first step to the spar was going to be to find out just what he was dealing with. He let Melvin shoot, and he didn't try to dodge the attack. He wanted to know exactly what came out of that weapon, and when he did, his face looked ashen and horrified.
"What.. the.. ********.." He muttered, plucking at the nastiness that hissed at him, eating away at his Fear shield. "Did you just.. booger slime me?!?"
Robert was so absolutely disgusted with what had just happened, that he couldn't even try to counter. It was GREEN for crying out loud!
HP: 46/50
Damage: Robert
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 6
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 2:33 pm
Melvin had to admit that it was disgusting, and the fact it was oozing on the other man made him take another step back away from him. At least Melvin wasn't on the recieveing end, and he wished his weapon was more sanitary.
"They're eggs. Just to remind you, I didn't pick her or what she does." To which he held up the gun. This was all Saliva.
Yes! Yes! Oh My Jack! Let me hit him again! Again! Shut up and stop being a ghoul.
Wooaaah. You need to calm down, and you're disgusting. He would have thought she would be against throwing her own eggs at people, but she seemed excited at the prospect. Frantic even.
Shut up you moron! I want these out!
Fine. Fine! Geez!!!
He aimed again, aiming for the man's chest. "Sorry." He pointed out, not really wanting to make other people messy.
HP: 40/40
Damage: 7
Charges: 2/3
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Nio Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 3:21 pm
He didn't mean to take the second hit, because he was already gross enough, but the distraction of what Melvin was saying left him vulnerable and unaware.
"They're. EGGS?"
This kid's weapon was dropping her EGGS ON HIM. Robert started shoving the goo of both eggs off of him as quickly as possible. "JESUS ******** IS IT GONNA LIKE BURROW INTO ME AND BREED OR SOME s**t?!?!"
Effective weapon was effective.
HP: 39
Damage: ROBERT
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 4
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 3:30 pm
He paused a moment, reaching into his back pocket and fishing out a packet of hand wipes. "Here. Catch this." He tossed the packet of moist hand towelettes over to the guy who was so frantic to get the goo off. Melvin couldn't blame him. If he was hit by one of the eggs, he'd be just as frantic to get clean and probably end the fight.
He felt a bit bad shooting at him now, and waited a moment. "I'll ask."
Do your eggs do anything bad? We don't want any weird worms on people.
Those are duds. Do you think I'd throw my own children at people. It's just acid.
"She says they're dudes and just are filled with acid." He didn't want to tell him that if they were eggs, even duds, the acid was probably some prego fluid and decided just to keep that sort of imagery out of everyone's mind.
"So a mild acid." He pointed out, waiting to fire. "I'm sure it comes off in a good shower and a load of laundry. If not, then you can tell me. I haven't really fired at anyone aside from Rep."
HP: 40/40
Damage: 0
Charges: 2/3
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Nio Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 2
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 4:43 pm
"They're DUDES?!" Robert screamed back, horrified. Maybe he misheard. Or maybe Melvin mis-spoke. Either way, the revelation was freaking Robert out. "Like. Like SPERM? YOUR WEAPON'S SHOOTING IT'S LOAD AT ME?!"
That did not sit well with Robert. It did not sit well at all.
The lack of movement was over, and Robert hurtled towards Melvin, until he was a few feet away. The solid run ended and Robert lifted up into the air in a surprisingly dainty move, twirling with Jezebel straight against his chest. The weapon came slicing through the air, extended as the twirl ended and cutting straight across Melvin's body.
Robert landed on one toe, perched gracefully, but breathing hard like a raging bull.
HP: 39
Damage: 5
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