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 Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 12:28 pm
After being awoken for the fourth straight night by the horrors that featured prominently in his dreams, Evan decided that enough was enough. Deus was supposed to be a fresh start for him, but it would never feel like it as long as he allowed himself to be pushed around by the past. Maybe I'll go for a run, he thought to himself as he pulled his boots on. Wear myself out.That had been three hours ago. The sky was just now starting to show subtle hints of lightening, gradating from pitch black to slightly less black. Evan had finished his jog and weight training and was now working on reducing a wooden training dummy to splinters with his weapon. Gir wasn't really a weapon meant for cutting, though, as the jagged gouges in the dummy indicated. It would be slow going, Evan knew, but that was kind of the point. This was less of a training session and more deliberate overexertion. Maybe if he wore himself out enough, he'd be able to sleep. An overhand swing buried Gir's teeth deep into the wood of the dummy's shoulder. A tug on the sword wasn't enough to get it out, even when Evan planted his foot on the dummy's chest and yanked. He sighed in frustration. "Gir, c'mon, let go." /No this is stupid you're being stupid you need to go to sleep./"Whatever," Evan mumbled, unsummoning the sword to get it out of the wood before resummoning it to return it to his hand.
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 12:42 pm
Whoever said that warm milk would help you sleep was full of s**t. It took six glasses of warm milk for Tuck to deduce this, and by the time he'd finally stopped drinking milk he had a sour stomach and zero sleep. He'd even sipped them nice and slow, returning to his dorm after each glass before rising thirty minutes later to try again. Six jaunts from his dorm to the cafeteria.
It'd been a long night.
After a long piss in the bathroom, Tuck decided that it was never too early to hit the training field.
<Theodore should try and drink one more glass of this milk. Perhaps the seventh is the charm.>
If I never have to see another glass of milk again in my life it would be too soon.
He hadn't been expecting to run into anyone on the field. Scratching the back of his neck, Tuck approached the other hunter with an easy smile. The Brotherhood of the Insomniacs.
He cracked himself up.
"Hey, man," the Moon called warily from a distance. The last thing he needed or wanted to do was catch an armed hunter unawares. Hell, he didn't even want to catch an unarmed hunter unawares. "Can't sleep?"
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 1:11 pm
Thwack! Sharp teeth embedded themselves in the juncture between the dummy's shoulder and neck, right where the jugular would be on a human. Evan grasped the hilt of the sword and then realized belatedly that he was being addressed. He squinted into the darkness, the predawn light just strong enough for Evan to be able to discern the silhouette of a person. "Nope," he replied, sliding the sword out of the dummy. "You either?" It was bothering him a little that he couldn't see the person more clearly, and he let his sword hang harmlessly at his side. "You can come closer," he said. "I don't bite."
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 1:25 pm
Tuck chuckled softly.
"Ain't you I'm worried about, man," he came to a stop at the nearest training dummy, leaning a shoulder against it as he caught sight of runes flashing in a downward motion as the other man lowered his sword.
Tuck let out another low laugh.
"Sleep? What's that? Don't come easy, that's for damn sure." He paused.
"Names Tuck. Moon division."
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 1:39 pm
And if the runes running along the length of the blade glowed a little brighter, well, maybe it was just a trick of the rising sun. Evan grinned and shook his head. If he only knew.
/Shut up I'm totally scary!/
"Sleep is for other people," Evan agreed. "Evan. Sun."
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 2:06 pm
Sleep is for other people.
Tuck thought on that for a long moment, broad shoulders lifting in a steady shrug as he pushed off of the training dummy that he'd been using for support.
"Nice to meet you, Evan."
He held out a wide hand, his weapon immediately appearing there. Blue runes flashed and flickered as Tuck planted the head of the axe in the ground at his feet.
"Since neither of us can sleep and we're both here, awake," he paused, teeth flashing in a smile, "you wanna spar? I ain't down for fightin' to the end like a few other people 'round here seem keen on doing, but practice is always good so long as neither of us end up in the infirmary."
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Inle-roo rolled 1 20-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 2:23 pm
"Likewise," Evan responded with a nod. He gave the weapon Tuck summoned a cursory glance, noting the type as big ******** axe and wondering, a bit belatedly, if he should start reading up on all the different weapon types. He'd never seen an axe like that, let alone devised a strategy to attack and defend against one.
/I'm totally cooler than a stupid old axe, like a million, billion, hundred times awesomer./
That's not how numbers--
/FRILLION./
Cue the mental eyeroll. "Yeah, might as well. Promise I'll try to take it easy on you, you just let me know when you've had enough," Even replied with a smirk.
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bipolar bee rolled 1 20-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 2:30 pm
"Pretty sure I can handle whatever you dish out," Tuck chuckled, gripping the axe with both hands.
He made no move to charge forward. It wasn't the way he worked. This was just a friendly spar, nothing life or death about it, and Tuck had no interest in a brutal fight to the death.
"Let's do this, then."
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Inle-roo rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 8
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 2:33 pm
Evan didn't need to be told twice. While he had no desire to do his new acquaintance any lasting harm, he also didn't feel the need to hold back the way he had with Stormy. Besides, Tuck was a big guy--bigger than him, even--and a Moon to boot, so he could probably take a few hits.
Evan proceeded to give him one, Gir's teeth turned towards Tuck as Evan lashed out at his legs. The bigger they are...
HP: 40/40
Damage: 8
Charge: /3; 0/2
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bipolar bee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 7
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 2:42 pm
...the harder they fall.
Well, when they don't have shields, at least.
Grunting loudly at the hit, Tuck took a step back before swinging Herryk's sharp edge around at the other man. This was more like it. He hadn't been keen on hurting Heidi when they'd sparred - there was something about fighting another man that made it okay to let loose and really fight.
Herryk bit into the Sun, exactly where his neck met his shoulder. It wasn't a solid hit - just a glancing blow, really - but it felt good nonetheless.
HP:32/40
Damage: 3
Charge: 1/3 | 0/2
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Inle-roo rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 7
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 3:05 pm
Gir snarled as the axe grazed the vulnerable spot, encouraging retaliation in a way the normally cheery pup didn't care about. The charge was building, Evan could tell, the urge to rip and tear right beneath the surface. It had been overwhelming with Stormy; fortunately, they weren't at that point yet.
Evan had a little more control as he aimed for Tuck's side, he and his weapon learning from the previous fight and applying the knowledge and experience to this one. He felt less clumsy and awkward, and while he and his partner were far from graceful, they were at least a little more deliberate in their strikes.
HP: 37/40
Damage: 8
Charge: 2/3; 0/2
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bipolar bee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 7
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 3:48 pm
Herryk made a pleased sound when Evan's weapon tore into Tuck's shield, a jarring noise that Tuck didn't understand - until Herryk explained it.
<They are a skilled team, Theodore. Learn from them.>
You serious? He's kicking my a**!
<Take note, Theodore. It is a beautiful dance, is it not?>
Tuck's brow furrowed as he readjusted his grip, hefting the axe up before bringing it down in a sharp sideways arc, Herryk's blade colliding with Evan's knee.
HP: 24/40
Damage: 6
Charge: 2/3 | 0/2
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Inle-roo rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 7
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 3:58 pm
Evan grimaced as the blow from the axe struck his knee, but he knew better than to try and fight it--he didn't really feel like testing to see if a Fear shield would protect against damaged ligaments, or worse. Instead, he allowed the knee to collapse and rolled to the side, swinging the sword around and aiming for the back of Tuck's knees in an attempt to sweep the big man off his feet.
HP: 31/40
Damage: 6
Charge: 3/3; 0/2
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bipolar bee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 1
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 4:18 pm
Tuck was feeling weak enough that Evan's blow sent him hurtling forward - and his next attack was purely by accident, Herryk's blade grazing the other man's arm as Tuck fell forward.
He hit the ground with a grunt and rolled to his back, wheezing loudly.
That s**t hurt, or it would have if his Fear shield hadn't lessened the blow.
He tried to roll to his feet.
No, okay, yeah, that s**t hurt.
HP: 18/40
Damage: 2
Charge: 3/3 | 0/2
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Inle-roo rolled 7 4-sided dice:
1, 2, 1, 3, 2, 4, 3
Total: 16 (7-28)
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 4:30 pm
The edge of the blade nicked Evan's arm as he rose to his feet, but it went virtually unnoticed under the cacophony of growls and snarls suddenly echoing in Evan's mind.
/Helpless,/ they seemed to say. /Prey. Kill./
No, Evan snapped back, taking a step away from the man lying on the ground (so vulnerable, it would be so easy). This is a person, not a meal.
The runes along the length of Gir's blade glowed blood red, wisps of light escaping them to wrap around the teeth. All it would take was one well-placed shot...Evan held steady, determined not to let his weapon's desire get the better of them both.
Gir whined and yelped and finally howled as the charge died, whimpering pathetically as the blade returned to its normal state. There was some hostility there mixed in with the disappointment, along with a sense of shame that he had somehow done wrong by his partner.
Evan couldn't quite figure out who that last one belonged to.
Gir subsided after a moment, leaving Evan's mind relatively quiet again. He shuddered as the last of the charge left their system before turning his attention back to the man on the ground. He took another step back, partially extending a hand and curling the fingers inward. "Get up," he said to Tuck, his voice slightly hoarse.
HP: 29/40
Damage:
Charge: 0/3; 1/2
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