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 Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 12:32 pm
Nevada hadn't been one to really get up early, preferring to sleep in and enjoy the comfort of her bed and its softness. Except with her fight with Roland and the sheer stress of avoiding him like the plague had left her tired, irritable and waking up off her schedule.
As such she was outside, with fog lurking on the training fields at a crisp 8am.
Shooting at some poor dummy she nicknamed Karma.
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 1:15 pm
All things considered, it was probably for the best that Peyton had thus far been spared the knowledge of all the crazy a** dramam that circulated through out Deus. Meant she could form her own opinions of people in her own time, instead of letting rumors color her view. So when the Sun spot came across Nevada in the training grounds as she jogged past during her morning run, her only really thoughts about the other girl were all about that bad a** looking flint lock rifle she had as a weapon partner. It was actually the first time she'd seen a ranged weapon. So she slowed to a walk, lavender gaze glued on the Mist hunter as she gunned down one of the training dummies.
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 9:50 pm
Nevada paused in her firing, staring at the fear riddled holed dummy before going over and pushing it off. Loading the next one on.
On her path back, she noticed Peyton watching and sighed, her own lavender eyes lifting to meet the others.
"You want tickets to the gun show darling~?" The tone wasn't aggresive, more teasing. Pissed teasing. but teasing nonetheless.
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 8:39 am
"Well it is a pretty bad a** gun," she returned, grinning. "I'm just sayin'." The Sun slowed to a stop, then changed course to wander towards Nevada and her bullet hole riddled dummies. When she was close enough she knelt down to give the discarded ones a curious stare, dainty fingers poking into the holes. "There's no bullets? That ******** sweet."
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 10:30 pm
Nevada cocked the gun on her shoulder and smiled, "Leroy is preening, I'll hear him brag about it forever." Already Leroy was bragging about back in his days and his prowess as a Mobster Reaper. Kids and adults use to FEAR him.
She watched the other girl inspect the dummy, sticking her fingers in and chuckled. "Since the bullets are FEAR based....No shells or bullets to elave as evidence."
Nevada blinked and then went with the first thing.
"Wanna see it up close and personal? I can show you how it feels to battle a gun weapon."
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Beejoux rolled 1 20-sided dice:
13
Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 7:51 am
"Yep, that's pretty ******** sweet." Investigation of the dummies over, Peyton got back up on her feet, hands brushing along her thighs to clear off any grass or dirt. She stared at the gun slung over Nevada's shoulder, chewing thoughtfully at the inside of her cheek. Did she want to know what fear bullets felt like? No, probably not. Did she need to know what to expect if she ever came up against anything similar. Absolutely yes. Taking a couple steps back, the smaller girl summoned Warrick, and warm metal circled her fingers, bridging over her knuckles. "Yeah, probably should."
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2013 7:33 pm
"Is that...brass knuckles?" Nevada eyes widened. "Are we having a 50's showdown? I feel like all we're missing is leather jackets and a group of guys behind us..." Nevada joked as she set her gun at her hip.
/Brass knuckles ain't nothing to a gangsta./ Leroy chirped.
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 8
Total: 16 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 6:18 pm
Pey glanced down at the knuckledusters. They weren't quite standard, not with their spikes or the shirt curve of blade that stuck out the back, she didn't know what else to call them. "Ya, something like that." She grinned at the idea of leather jackets, but had already sunk into a ready stance. "Ready or not," she chirped, grin going fierce as she kicked forward, charging right at the other woman. Keeping low, she came at Nevada from her left side, right fist swinging up and at her side. She felt the hit connect, and it was solid. HP: 40/40 Dmg: 10 CHG: 1/3
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Jun 26, 2013 10:17 pm
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Jun 26, 2013 10:18 pm
Apparently they were because when Peyton hit, She hit ******** hard.
"s**t!' Nevada squeaked, feeling the close combat connect with her fear shield like a punch to the gut. She wheezed a bit before pulling back and looking at Peyton. "Oh god, I forgot you're a sun."
She hissed with pain and the bullets grazed against the other's FEAR shield. Not quite as strong as Peyton's but still effective.
Nevada: 40/50
Damage: 5
Charge: 1/3
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 7
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 9:13 am
Peyton grinned, taking the declaration as a compliment. Yes, she was in Sun. Yes, she did hit hard. The bullets from Nevada's gun reminded the smaller girl of paintballs at really close range, except unless they broke shields, these babies wouldn't be leaving any monster sized welts. That didn't mean they didn't hurt. Peyton hissed at the shots grazed over her shield. It stung, but it wasn't enough of a deterrent to keep her from aiming a blow at the other girl's side as she darted left to get herself out of the immediate line of fire. HP: 35 DMG: 4 CHG: 2/3
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 2
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 12:33 pm
Nevada saw the grin before sighing. "Why is it you suns look the happiest when you are beating the crap out of someone?" She joked, thinking of Rep and her spar. He had dominated her in a terrible way.
She hissed as she felt the jab at her side again, twisting so that Leroy could hit the girl.
"You're getting much too close to me Cutie..." She winked, stepping back as the bullets grazed Peyton's shield again.
Nevada: 36/50
Damage: 5
Charge: 2/3
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 8:18 am
Peyton smirked at the generalization. "Because we're Suns," was the short answer. There was a reason each and every one of them found themselves in the same division. They all matched a specific theme. More bullets. They stung like a mother ********, but they did little to actually discourage the tiny Sun. She could feel them wearing away at her shield, but that wouldn't stop her from attacking. "I like close," she offered in retort, digging the toe of her boot into the dirt so she could dart to the side, trying to close that gap again. "I can't get my hands on you if you're not close. A jab from the left was quick, but grazing. HP: 30 DMG: 2 CHG: 3/3
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 9
Total: 18 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Jul 10, 2013 10:20 pm
"Ohohoho..." Nevada started to chuckle, "I didn't realize that you wanted to touch so badly." Nevada waggled her eyebrows, the last Jab didn't bother her as much as the others, silently wondering if Peyton had misjudge the distance.
In that case, she took advantage of the closeness....
"Okay Peyton, I haven't tried this...." Nevada shortened the gun, tripping backwards a bit before firing. The range that Peyton was in as well as the speed in which the bullets hit her shield was a lot more powerful than she thought.
/We're charged.../
Nevada: 34/50
Damage: 12
Charge: 3/3
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Beejoux rolled 8 12-sided dice:
12, 8, 3, 10, 7, 10, 6, 7
Total: 63 (8-96)
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 11:12 am
Pey shrugged, giving Nevada a 'you know' kind of look. A pale brow went up at the notion of trying something new, and the Sun trainee slowed in her forward charge as the gun came up, arms coming up to cross before her as if that was a good defense against energy bullets, or any fire arm really. The force of the shot was unexpected, and the only thing that kept Peyton on her feet was having braced for it. Even still the shot managed to push her back, feet sliding over the hard earth as she let out a hiss and a low whistle as she shook out her arms. "Damn girl, that stung." She resisted the urge to rub at her own arms, but just barely. That had ******** hurt. < That was impressive> Yeah it was.. < Let's return the favor.> Warrick purred through her mind, his eagerness a near tangible thing the trainee could taste. < Come on, Half pint, Let me have a little fun.> "Yes," she answered softly, grimace sliding into a smile as she darted forward. She could feel the energy gathering as Warrick fed it back to her, every little piece she'd managed to steal from Nevada's shield. The demon was giddy at the back of her mind as she closed that gap between herself and the intermediate and swung that tiny fist forward with impressive force. She didn't know what she hit, if it had been Nevada herself of the barrel of the gun. The blow back was fierce. It shattered the smaller girl's shield all in one and she felt the impact thrill through her arm from fingertips to shoulder. A searing pain that left Peyton flinching back, cradling her own hand against her chest as her weapon vanished, returning to the circle of gold bands around her thumbs. "Mother ********!" Already her knuckles were red and swollen, and she knew from experience that she was going to have one hell of a bruise come morning. God Damnit, Warrick! The demon had got quiet, fully aware that his hunter wouldn't have hurt herself with out his urging. HP: 0 DMG: 16 @ Nevada | 18 @ Self CHG: 0/3 | 1/2
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