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 Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 4:21 pm
< Do you ever give it a rest?> We just had a rest, or don't you remember the three days I spent with my hand bandaged up? Peyton was down on the training fields, which was turning out to be her favorite place on the island. Sad as that was. The tiny hunter had taken it to heart that her division was the front line, the heavy hitters, and she was determined to do her crest and her comrades proud when she got to join them on a mission that would bring them face to face with the enemy they were all fighting against. She was currently working over a training dummy, and by the looks of it she'd been at it for a while. There were fresh gouges and dents in the wood, and one of the arms was broken clean off, laying a few feet away on the dust covered ground. Her coat and scarf had been folded neatly and slung over another dummy.
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 5:05 pm
Roland hadn't summoned Sylvia for a few days at this point, as a matter of fact he had gone as far as to keep her in the golem for a few extra days. He was getting a few extra drips of pay for an 'extended' run trial to see how Weapons handled being outside of their hunters for multiple days.
For himself it was more so because he felt ashamed for having used her on Nevada.
"Roland all this walking is boring can't I be a weapon again for a bit till we get somewhere or you carry me or something?" The banshee girl huffed and puffed as she kicked at the dirt following after her hunter.
"No Sylvia, we talked about this okay? Only if I need to, you're staying out like this and it's getting us some extra cash..." What brought him by the training field he wasn't sure, but he took a moment to pause and watch Peyton going to town on one of the dummies.
Some new hunter was busy it seemed.
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 12:46 pm
Busy indeed, but not so busy she didn't hear the sound of approaching voices. Stepping back from her dummy she turned to see who the owners of the voices were, and a blonde brow rose curiously at the sight of thee golem. What were the chanses of their being two banshee weapons that looked identical? "So you're who she belongs to." What was small talk? Thin chest raising and falling heavily from her work out, she glanced towards her scarf where it was folded on her coat, and contemplated using it to wipe the sweat from her brow and upper chest. Wrinkling her nose, she decided against it. "So what brings you out here?" Some how she doubted it was training, considering she couldn't see how it was possible with your weapon stuck in it's own body.
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 4:40 pm
Sylvia looked up from Roland tilting her head nodding at Peyton before skipping over to greet her proper. "You're the one they stuck on the table at the kissing booth!" Roland meanwhile raised an eyebrow, he didn't want to know why his weapon was at a kissing booth when he locked her out but that was the price he paid for privacy.
Finally Roland moved over as well, hands stuffed into his pockets watching weapon and hunter talk. "Nothing really, just taking a walk while taking a break from the labs. Training?" He nodded towards the dummies she had done work too.
"I'm going to guess a Sun?" Only suns seemed to have the full drive to smash a dummy arm off and keep on smashing.
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 9:49 am
Pey didn't know why, but for some reason looking up at a weapon just seemed worst then looking up and other people. She looked up at Sylvia, pale brows arching, then suddenly sinking over narrowing eyes. "Yes." She didn't exactly snap at the weapon. Apparently being rescued and placed on a table for safety was a slightly touchy subject. Lavander eyes flicked to the dummies as well. "Yeah, most days." She grinned, standing up a little straighter. It didn't significantly help her size at all. "And you're guessing right." It was clear she was proud of the division she'd been placed into. "So how about you?" Leaning to the side, she tried to catch a glimpse of his coat.
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 11:53 am
Sylvia giggled in delight at the rather bitter response she got. Peyton was adorable and spunky all at the same time! She admired tough ghouls like that. It was on thing Roland and her agreed on in the case of Candace, good looking and strong. "Don't be so upset about it~ It was fun!"
The weapon danced back ever so slightly scooting in beside Roland watching Peyton a bit more. As Roland turned to show the shoulder of his coat and the swirling mist pattern.
"Mist. One of the three guys in the whole division. It's not hard to miss a Sun. They tend to... umm... well they tend to leave a very big mess when they train... though you're weapon looks kinda small compared to most." See also Jordan, Rep, Jerry and so on.
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 7:45 pm
"I don't know if fun would be the word I'd use.." She began, though trailed off, feeling it may be kind of pointless to argue opinions with a weapon. Leaning away from the dummies, Pey moved to rest her hands on her hips, weight shifting to one side. She tilted her head as he moved to show off the design on his coat, nodding vaguely. "I'm not sure if I've really met many Mist hunters." Lots of Sun, lots of Moons, and a few others from each division. Though she couldn't recall off hand any of the other Mists. A smirk came to rest along pink lips at the mention of Sun's leaving a large mess behind, and it only grew larger as he pointed out the size of her weapon compared to most in her division. When you really thought about it, Pey and Warrick had a lot in common, they were both smaller then the rest of the kids in the playground. "Don't you know? It's not the size that counts, Bro. It's how you use it." Pivoting on her heel, she lifted her right hand, elbow cocking back, and threw her fist into the dummy's wooden face, causing it to explode outward. A satisfied smirk rested on her lips as she turned back to face him. "I'm Peyton by the way."
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 7:55 pm
Silvya only giggled more, "Fun for me at least if only for a moment of the day." She moved to the side taking a seat on a pile of dummies watching Roland and Peyton with amusement clearly on her face.
"I think we might be a smaller division, since we specialize in having knowledge of all other divisions. Jack of all trades, master of none though Aria would prefer we master them all anyway." Roland only shrugged again, "Suns and Moon's make up the bulk of the island. You need the fighters and the people who keep them in one piece."
He watched perking up just a bit as Peyton displayed just how good she was with her knuckle dusters, shattering the dummies head with a heavy blow. Sun's made a mess indeed and for how short she was (Wait someone shorter then him? That was... odd.) she packed a punch.
"Most people call me Ro," he walked towards one of the other dummies fiddling with a bracelet on his wrist. Near by Silvya let out a squeal of delight before her golem suddenly slumped over.
Just as quick as that happened a scythe appeared in Roland's hand, the blade slipping around the neck of another dummy, tugging and popping it off with a clean cut tug before he rested her at his side like a walking stick.
"And this is Sylvia."
<< Finnnnaaalllllyyyyy no more walking! >>
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 8:17 pm
It made since, Suns and Moons dominating the island. They were the foot soldiers, the rest were supportive. It was also pretty neat that they had a division that specialized in knowing all the other divisions, so in a pinch, they could feel a gap. It was very smart.
She nodded along as he talked, then her attention dropped to the bracelet before sliding towards the weapon as she gave a delighted squeal and suddenly slumped forward. She would have inquired, but the appearance of the scythe pretty much answered any question she'd had. "Ro, huh?" Lavender eyes followed him as she hooked his weapon around the head of a dummy and lopped it off in one clean tug.
"Yeah, not bad, but the dummy isn't fighting back." She rocked back on her heels, arms swinging at her sides. "You carry a big stick, Buddy. Are you compensating?" Warrick gave a barking laugh in her head, and she couldn't help the tiny smirk that followed.
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Miliardo Kason rolled 1 20-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 8:25 pm
Sylvia's golem was perched carefully on the dummies slumped over as if she suddenly fell asleep and indeed she had in a way, her whole existence crammed back into Roland's own in a matter of seconds.
"Short for Roland," he added as he leaned off of Sylvia draping her over his shoulder. "Neither was your dummy and you took it's arm and head." The next comment took him completely off guard and his jaw seemed to drop slightly as his cheeks flushed.
Sylvia was howling with laughter.
Finally he got his face in control just shaking his head in shock, "You think I'm bad? You should see the what some of the other Sun's wave around..."
He suddenly had the terrified thought of not wanting to actually know the truth behind that comment either.
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Beejoux rolled 1 20-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 8:34 pm
Thin shoulders rolled. She could have mentioned how she'd split Tuck's face open, or kicked his sister's a**, but gloating before a fight just seemed a bad idea. Like tempting karma to come down and beat the s**t out of you.
"And I'll make the same jokes at them, don't you worry." She grinned, sliding her feet apart for a more balanced stance. "But they ain't here, you are." Her grin turned positively predatory.
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Miliardo Kason rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 8:53 pm
Roland had also beat tuck, so tick for tack on that. He might have beaten him more had he known just what he was doing exactly before the spar. It wasn't confirmed, but he did have some reason to worry it might have been him now.
Thankfully the spit fire of a sun in front of him was keeping him distracted from that. "Careful now, some really don't take that kind of humor well." At the last part he shrugged again, shifting his stance crouching down and lowering Sylvia into both hands.
"That I am."
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Beejoux rolled 1 20-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 9:11 pm
"Right." She rolled her eyes. "Because I totally care what other people like." Spoiler alert, she didn't.
"You gunna talk at me all day, or we gunna fight?" She moved her head from side to side, cracking her neck before dropping into something resembling a battle ready crouch. "Come at me, Bro."
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Miliardo Kason rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 3
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 9:24 pm
"Well.... no. You really don't seem to be the person who would care." He shrugged, she would find out soon enough you didn't say certain things to certain hunters with weapons that could flatten a small car if they felt the desire to do so.
Instead he did what she asked, he came at her, bro.
Kicking off he lunged in bringing Sylvia around and down, her blade cutting through the dirt as she let out a mental squeal of delight when she was brought upward slicing through Peyton's shield.
You may now consider it totally brought Peyton.
HP: 40/40
DMG: 5
CHG: 0/3 | 0/2
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 6
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 9:28 pm
She would learn, or maybe she wouldn't. Only time would tell. Granted, she had sort of ruled Jerry off the sass list, for the most part, having heard of his near murderous fits of rage. The girl was a pain in the a**, but she wasn't suicidal.
But for the most part she was going to continue running that pretty little mouth of hers whenever ,and where ever she so chose.
At least this guy seemed to listen well enough, having obediently rushed at her with his blade swinging as requested. Truthfully she hadn't expected him to be quite that fast, and he managed to slice right through her shield, drawing a pained cry from the dainty fighter before she turned away from his attack and clear of his blade.
Planting her foot, she countered him, dainty fist driving forward and up to dig her knuckles into the center of his torso.
HP: 35/40
DMG: 6
CHG: 1/3 | 0/2
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