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 Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2013 2:11 pm
Nevada tapped the pin in her hair, gnawing on her lip as she looked at the training fields. Leroy was being more quieter now that the hunters had returned to themselves. It was only a handful of hunters that had slipped into coma's. The only one she knew personally was Wilson, and even then, he wasn't someone she knew so well that his coma phased her. As mean as that sounded.
Instead, she tapped her pin one more time, thinking of the training fields and how Leroy hadn't been able to get much action since they had been forced to stay on the Island. Not that she was complaining, since her date with Otto, she had been thrown into the hell deep pit of paperwork and mission reports and helping the death division file what they could.
Work went on like it did much before. Today she was lucky enough to have been given it off, that or the paperwork was pretty much done.
Thinking of Otto though, he would be fun to play with right now. Plus maybe if she hung out with him more, she would earn another kiss. Because he was such a cutie. A BOLD cutie.
Giving the training field one last thoughtful look, she pulled up her phone and scrolled down to the death hunter.Bittiface Text to Otto: Hey there Handsome, Are you busy? Want to come spar with me in the fields? I'll make it worthwhile for your time. ;'DDDD
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2013 2:29 pm
The text from Nevada was stared at for a long while. Was... she being for real? He couldn't help but still feel like she was just teasing him. But damn.. he couldn't ignore a comment like that. Nyxtsuki Moon Text to Nevada: I'll come. Be ready for a world of hurt. ....hm. He wasn't sure if that's what was the best thing to say to a girl who might possibly be flirting with him. He sighed and smacked his forehead. He was out of practice. Despite that, he did show up at the training fields, dressed as he usually did. Baggy sleeveless top with an oversized hoodie barely hanging off his shoulders, and his patented sweat pants rolled up to the knees. Comfort.
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2013 2:47 pm
Nevada just snorted at the text message. If he thought she was going down easy well, he was in for a surprise. When she meant worthwhile, she really meant worthwhile.
The skirt barely brushed the mid of her thighs, a creme white shirt tucked in as well as a loose belt to add accents. To be mindful to her sparring partner, she wore brown lace up boots instead of her usual heeled ones. As to not stand over him because she liked to look at him, not down at him.
All in all, she was feeling like a million bucks. She even managed to brush her long hair into a smooth mess instead of her usual frizzy one. It was good that she was comfortable in these types of clothing too, because if he was going to wipe her on the battlefield well...might as well be comfortable AND LOOKING GOOD.
As she rounded the corner that lead onto the field, she saw him there waiting for her. It always made her heart do a slight fluttering, especially knowing that he had come even on the spur of the moment. And because, if she allowed herself a moment, she did have a large crush on him so she was happy.
"Hello, Otto." She didn't wrap herself around him like usual, instead tugging at his shirt and smiling widely. "If you think I'd challenge you without thinking of a plan to make sure I take minimal damage, then you mistake my wily fox ways." She pulled back and gave him the most coy and mischevious smirk possible, before doing a twirl in her outfit. "There's a lot of tricks I have planned up my sleeve..."
/And just what are those Pidge?/
Nevada stumbled only as her weapon was curious enough to come out and talk to her, before mentally replying. Testing the waters on that one Leroy, normally I don't approve of this method because it can be pretty demeaning but...I trust Otto, and I want to see his reaction.
"Do you want something if you win Otto?" She stood a little farther from him now, pulling out Leroy's pin and watching him shift to the tommy gun form. "I mean if you win of course?"
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Bittiface rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2013 2:55 pm
Otto turned as his shirt was tugged, the voice of Nevada clear and close. His expression was its usual grouchy one at first, but as his gaze travvelled downward...
He looked slightly dumbfounded.
The twirl didn't help.
Blinking back bewilderment, and trying to keep his eyes on her face and not the rest of her, he tried to manage conversation. "Uuh.." Yep. Deep, thoughtful conversation. He was a boy. It was a little hard not to notice certain things about Nevada today.
He shook his head, stepping back and summoning Tenya. "If is a bit presumptuous. You know I got way more experience, right?" He drawled with a brow raised, seemingly conquering his earlier distraction. "When I win, I expect whatever it was that was worthwhile you were hinting at in that text ya sent me.... Unless this was it.." It being her outfit...
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 20-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2013 3:08 pm
For a moment, she thought maybe he didn't like the outfit, but the blush and the sheer effort to keep his eyes on her face told her otherwise. it was....ego boosting to say in the least. It would be topped off he told her she was pretty too but Otto didn't seem to say those on the fly.
The distraction worked though, even if it was brief.
"I like if's..." Nevada moved her head to the side and slipped her jacket off. "My My, in a rush?" She hesitated, because if he won, just what would she give him? "Depends on what you find worthwhile? Some like it when women are pretty, some like other things." Somewhere she just couldn't let it go and rolled with it, "I could make you a sandwich in your room, I'll even bring my apron and lace underwear for underneath."
~*Smile*~
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 3
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2013 3:11 pm
Judging by the surprise on his face, Nevada didn't hesitate to pulling Leroy up and pulling the trigger. The spray of FEAR bullets grazing past Otto's FEAR shield.
"Ooops, I guess that's a no to the sandwich?~"
HP: 40/40
Damage: 5
Charge: 1/3
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Bittiface rolled 2 12-sided dice:
6, 8
Total: 14 (2-24)
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2013 3:17 pm
Otto tried to ignore the growing feeling that his face was on fire as Nevada teased him. However, that last little scenario nearly short circuited his brain.
Nevada fights dirty.
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He winced as bullets flew past, Tenya used as a makeshift shield in the meantime. He mumbled something inaudible, mostly grumbling. Okay.. spar. Spar. In a real fight he'd be a goner by now.
Otto reeled an arm back and threw Tenya toward an obstacle on the field, letting her bounce between objects before grazing by Nevada a couple times, soon reaching Otto's grasp once again.
HP: 55/60
Damage: 8
Charge: 1/3
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 1
Total: 3 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2013 3:25 pm
Oh~ OH~ He was blushing so much, she was pretty sure the red was going to start melting down to the rest of his body. All that blood in one place couldn't be good right? That made her smile, again another ego booster.
He didn't say anything, but once he swung his weapon, she knew he was focused on her again and not in that way. A true testament to a death hunter. Quick reflexives and reactions.
Tenya, his weapon though was unnerving the way she circled around Nevada a couple of times, grazing her FEAR shield. Even in the skimiper clothing, she felt the pressure of the hits on her arms and legs.
The last circle around her though had her hair rising slight...as well as her skirt and before she could smack her hand down, a peek of sheer purple panties could be seen. Disappearing just as fast as they came as she did smack her hand down to keep the skirt from rising any further and showing anything further....like the small blue butterfly tattoo on her the top of her inside corner thigh.
"Oh...um...speaking of lace panties..." She flushed, although she had meant to distract him with words, she had not meant him to SEE anything this early. "You got a sneak preview!" She tried to recover from the skirt incident, by smiling a lot and returning her cool.
Regardless of the slight flush on her cheeks.
HP: 32/40
Damage: 0
Charge: 1/3
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Bittiface rolled 2 12-sided dice:
9, 3
Total: 12 (2-24)
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2013 3:32 pm
Woah... was that..
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Otto once again kept the proper head in the game and focused a long distance attack toward Nevada. As long as he wasn't close by he could do this. Besides, she had a gun. She had no business being up in his business during a fight.
He'd be just fine.
HP: 55/60
Damage: 6
Charge: 2/3
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2013 3:43 pm
She didn't have much time before Tenya was swinging towards her again, Obviously the accidental distraction hadn't worked.
Probably because she wasn't...close enough?
Unlike Otto, her gun was good for close and far away combat and made her gnaw her lip. She had never sparred with Otto, and like Rep, he wielded a much larger weapon. Unlike Rep though, she wasn't sure if he could wield it close up.
She didn't have much to think about after Tenya flew past her, scraping a chunk of her FEAR shield with it. Using whatever atheletic ability she could, she cut the distance from her and Otto as much as she could in a instant.
"I think we got a little distant there Otto, I missed you." She leaned in and kissed his cheek, moving around just in case she mistimed Tenya's return to his hands. "Besides, if your weapon makes my skirt fly, don't you want you want to be a little more up close and personal?"
The move had cost her though, and she couldn't use Leroy to attack when she was busy kissing Otto could she? For Shame Nevada..For Shame.
HP: 26/40
Damage: 0
Charge: 1/3
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Bittiface rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2013 3:49 pm
((Distraction: 1-3: Clear // 4-6: Distracted))
He wasn't expecting ehr to come running. He couldn't move away too much or Tenya's trajectory would be off. Sure, Runic stuff and their Fear compatibility helped Tenya always return to her master but...
Swoosh, like a ninja Nevada was right there, a kiss to his cheek stunning him from his battle mindset.
Tenya came back and whacked him on the head.
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2013 4:02 pm
Oh, The kiss had worked!
She winced though as Tenya smacked him right in the forehead and debated on coming over to give him a bandage. Even if the spar had just started, she didn't actually want him to get hurt.
But going over to him might just make him upset....Ah who cares!
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for your weapon to hit you back..." Leroy was aimlessy left to her side as she appeared in front of him again, this time touching his forehead gently. "Want me to kiss that instead and make it feel better?" he could even attack and she would still be okay with it.
HP: 26/40
Damage: 0
Charge: 1/3
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Bittiface rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2013 4:13 pm
HP: 55/60
Damage:
Charge: 2/3
"N...no. Don't be dumb." Dammit. Otto was failing at being a good Death Hunter. He was more distracted than a magpie in a jewelry store. This was a SPAR for Pete's sake, and he was fumbling before he even moved.
"Don't go easy on me, girly. I can knock ya senseless just fine."
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 5
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2013 4:19 pm
Nevada's smile only widened more at his gruffness, was he embarassed? Or anticipating? Maybe he was just not use to having someone that was so much a flirt, flirting with him.
"In a Spar or the bedroom?" She laughed, and hesitated. Touching her fingers to her lips and then pushing it on his forehead, Sending her healing thoughts. "Remember i'm trying to keep your head out of the game Cutie~"
And then Leroy was out and taking out part of the fear shield for Otto. A quick blown kiss and wink and she was back to firing at him.
Such a fickle woman.
Hp: 26/40
Damage: 6
Charge: 2/3
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Bittiface rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2013 4:24 pm
Otto's mouth gaped open. It was increasingly impossible to keep up his gruff outer shield. No one flirted with him much, and especially not this much. He wasn't prepared for this at all. "Well yer doin' a pretty damn good job of it.." He muttered at her before she fluttered back and fired.
HP: 49/60
Damage: Soon
Charge: 2/3
Distraction over. It was Go time.
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