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 Posted: Wed Sep 25, 2013 7:48 pm
After a nice crisp and cold shower, Nevada had thought it was high time to head to the training fields. She would not and could not be caught unaware like that. Embarassing herself by barely skating by because thank the lord above, the creature couldn't digest her. It was demeaning, and she wouldn't allow her fear of hurting others or her eye effect her fighting no longer.
She would not die on this ******** Island if she could handle it.
She had too much now. She had a group of friends, and many acquantices. She was finally at home now, she was becoming more and more herself. She was becoming more of her own person that was Nevada.
Leroy felt the same, whispering encouragements even though their bodies were both being worn down by the poison. It didn't kill her, but it made her weaker. She didn't want to be weak.
And anyone who came to the training field would see that by the dummy that was barely there, riddled with bullet holes of varying levels. Her hair was tied back, her slim petite form was clad in simple workout shorts and sport bra, and though she just took a shower, was covered in dust and dirt as she practiced her rolling to avoid and shooting.
"One more time Leroy." She said aloud, setting herself up in position.
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Posted: Sun Sep 29, 2013 10:21 pm
Nevada wasn't the only one who had showered, but Finn's had hardly been brisk no matter how cold it had been. Soap might have been sparse but the man had somehow managed to procure a sliver, and he had scrubbed and scrubbed at his blue stained skin and hair in the utmost amount of frustration. His body was sore, every joint aching like he had some kind of flu, and he felt nauseous, but that wasn't enough to stop him from trying his damnedest to come clean already fuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Giving up, he had chosen to just lay around his room for a time, feeling absolutely miserable. Trynt obviously wasn't feeling all that well either, the wyvern for once remaining remarkably quiet and subdued, only speaking when prompted by Finn's internal moaning about how awful he felt. Obviously whatever was in that blue glowing titan junk that had covered his whole body and left him looking like a blue man group reject was making him sick. Maybe I'll try getting some fresh air. Trynt barely grunted in response, and some time later the man was up, dressing himself in layers both to cover up the blue on his skin and to warm himself up because he was absolutely freezing. Gloves, jacket cinched in place with magenta belts, knee high white boots, the whole bit. He even thought about putting on his Adventure Time Finn hat, but thought better of it when he realized that all it would do was make him look even more like an overgrown, glowing smurf then he already did. Slipping his way out of his room, he made his way outside. He didn't really have any destination in mind, and so he wandered, taking in deep breaths of fresh air and willing it to work some kind of magic on his aching body. It wasn't until he was practically on the training field that he even realized where he was, or until his gaze landed on another that he knew he wasn't alone. Oh. It was her. Teeth clenched, Finn watched her in her training with a dead pan look, debating. She had been in the monsters belly as well, and if she was feeling half as awful as he was right now, wellll.... < This seems like a terrible idea to me. > This, coming from the super aggressive wyvern? Finn was almost shocked. I'm not going to do anything. Not yet at least. He shot back, even as he began to stride over to where She was training, standing nearby and to the side, making sure that he was well within her line of sight. If and when she looked at him, he would offer her a cold smile, a flash of white on a blue stained face with narrowed eyes, and give her a friendly little finger waggling wave.
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 9:40 pm
The pinprick of awareness of someone watching her shot down her neck like a cold dash of water. She straightened from her roll, turning her head fully to meet the gaze of one very smug cold Finn.
Her face shifted into her own lazy and equally cold smirk. The finger wave was returned with one of her one as she set the tommy gun on her shoulder. The dull purple runes reflected off the dark blue splotches she couldn't get off her skin.
Part of her though, and probably after talking a bit with Stormy felt that she made a rash jump in judgement at the other hunter, as he hadn't done anything to Stormy yet. In fact, from what the girl said, he had never done anything. Which could be good....or bad.
"See something you like Finn?" She cooed, already preparing herself for the insult. There was no attraction, no hate driven lust, the only thing that they shared was a cool and calculating dislike for each other. "Because if not, I'd move on. I'm in a fighting mood and there's no Stormy to stop me from shooting you this time."
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Seussi rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 10:55 pm
It wasn't long before Nevada spotted him, and Finn mentally readied himself for what he hoped would be a round two of sorts, or at the very least, a continuation of their confrontation in the hallway before Stormy had oh so inconveniently interrupted them. Trynt still grumbled out his displeasure of this decision, not really feeling up to giving his human bonded any help today, but there was definitely a begrudged tone to his snarling voice, as though he had already given in to the inevitable. "Not really." He replied. "Unless enjoying watching you struggle counts." He replied, voice smooth, hopefully not giving away how very awful he was feeling himself at that moment. Trynt, you better be up for this. He mentally prodded his weapon, who gave out a long and lazy sounding rumble before Finn got the mental impression of something serpentine like in structure unwinding itself and stretching out, scales brushing against scales, a loud yawn, and a low growl of affirmation. Sick as he might be, Trynt was pretty sure whatever poison was affecting Finn's health was not enough to damage his Fear shield. "And I was hoping you'd say that." He summoned his weapon to hand, the long, smooth, white and magenta colored lance with an arch of bladed spikes on one end, and a smaller, barbed spike on the other. "Because I'm in a fighting mood too. How about it, darling? Wanna finish what we started the other day?"
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 20-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 11:02 pm
Nevada watched Finn summon his weapon, a certain thrill rising in her. She was the stronger of them two after all, him challenging her was futile. At least she'd like to have those thoughts, but due to the poison, her body would change from bright hot flashes to cold chills. Even her vision was effected by blurring out.
Can you handle Leroy?
/You're weaker than normal but strong enough to fight. Long as you kick the bastards a**, I'll handle./
She hissed, moving back a step. And brought the gun up.
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 1
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 11:04 pm
"Why don't we hmm Handsome?" Nevada smirked, dropping her shooting glasses down, "I hate to leave loose ends hanging."
Then fired, mostly to keep him at a distance. She had yet still to master close range combat.
HP: 50/50
Damage: 3
Charge: 1/3
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Seussi rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 11:12 pm
The nice thing about Finn's weapon was that he could actually usually use it at a fairly safe distance. It was long enough that he could swing it and keep himself back away from the shorter range melee weaponry. A gun however? That was new to him, and he had a moment to question the folly of his decision when that piece of weaponry was aimed for him and firing. And striking against his Fear shield. He had yet to find anything not incredibly cool about being surrounded by what seemed to be a skintight force field. Wordlessly, but smiling in that incredibly cold yet smug way that he habitually did, Finn hefted his lance in two hands and swung, disappointed when he miscalculated the distance needed and realizing he'd be lucky to ******** graze her with the tip of it's longest bladed spike. HP: 37/40 Damage: 1 Charge: 1/3
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 5
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 12:25 am
She studied his weapon as it grazed her shield, surprised that it's reach was so long but....
"You're not good at judging the distance are you..." She smirked, "It must be hard to be always aware that your weapon has a limit of reach..." She took many steps back, before calling out. "Where mine can reach from long or short distance..."
She was just talking smack cause she could.
HP: 49/50
Damage: 4
Charge: 2/3
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Seussi rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 7
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 12:54 am
Finn just smiled in response, baring his teeth in a look that was anything but friendly, not that anyone could really tell one way or another with him. This could have been absolutely anybody in front of him, and he'd still look about the same. "It's not so tedious as you think, though I'm just used to handling slightly larger weaponry." Oh yes, he was alluding to something much more sexual, as he swung his lance in an attempt to block the shots that were sent blazing through the air his way, pummeling him in the shoulder with a painful sting but no wound. Still freaking cool. Without warning, he charged forward, then suddenly lowered himself near the ground, dropping to a crouch before swinging his weapon towards her legs. HP: 33/40 Damage: 4 Charge: 2/3
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 8
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 9:54 am
"Oh are you?" She gave just as much of a feral grin back, "I guess not everyone has large machinery to operate, but that's what those special friends are for Finn. They let you handle it for them." Bash on him for being gay? She felt even terrible saying it.
But when his lance came swinging at her feet, she took the hit before reversing it, finding a part that wasn't covered in sticks and holding it down with her foot.
She gave him almost a pitying look before firing at him, point blank.
/We're charged./
"I hope your weapon can handle what's coming next."
Nevada: 45/50
Damage: 6
Charge: 3/3
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Seussi rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 8:01 pm
Finn straightened, taking the fired shots with hardly a flinch, his lips still quirked up in a large smile, those his eyes were narrowed, dangerous and cold, the look not unlike what one might get from a snake. "Oh baby, when you talk to me about other people's weaponry like that, it really gets me feeling all tingly inside." He would never flat out deny any sexuality people might assume he was. Gay, most often, because of how he dressed and how shameless he could be. And that was okay with him, because he didn't give a s**t what other people thought. "But how about you? Have you been teaching Stormy how to pull your trigger in the dark, lonely hours of the night, darling?" Because two could play at that game, Nevada. At the mention of what might be coming next, he barked a laugh, and stretched his arms out to his sides. "Lay it on me, babe. I can't wait."
HP: 27 Damage: 0 Charge: 2/3
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 8 4-sided dice:
1, 2, 4, 4, 2, 2, 2, 3
Total: 20 (8-32)
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 8:12 pm
Nevada snorted, "Is that all it takes Finn, talked and then you're off to the bedroom?" She rolled her eye at his Lesbian comment, because unlike Stormy and much like Finn, she took gay comments in stride.
"Stormy's not into that game, and neither am I....with her at least." She smiled instead, mirroring the ice, "I like a different type of girl."
Moving on.
She waited for the charge to full stretch in it's power, holding the gun up to fire at Finn. Soon as she pulled the trigger, an amazing light show happened.
First it flared, then it died down...then it fizzled and disappeared.
"Oh my god really." She stared down at her weapon as if it just ruined her life. It practically did.
/What the ********, I'm not the prob-/
Shush Leroy just...
"This could be more embarrassing." She mumbled, "You dodged a bullet this time Handsome, But we've always got round two."
Nevada: 45/50
Damage: MISS OMG NEVADA U HAD ONE JOB
Charge: 3/3 - USING
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Seussi rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Oct 20, 2013 10:17 pm
"Just more fuel for my midnight fantasies, darling." He smirked at her comment that alluded to her lesbianism being an actual fact, awaiting the bullet that he was sure was soon to take him right in the chest, welcoming it with open arms, more then ready for the pain and actually, oddly, quite looking forward to it. Let her get it all out of her system. He enjoyed winding toys up, especially if he could do it until they snapped on him. What he got instead of a barrage of bullets like he was expecting, however, was a little display of...lights... Okay then. Eyebrows raised, and without a word said because really Nevada, was it needed? He lowered his arms, sighed, and swung at her with his lance, aiming to hit her on the hand. HP: 27 Damage: 1 ya okay wow u really don't care do u Charge: 3/3
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2013 12:15 am
Nevada returned the smack on her hand, with one of her own, flipping the gun so that it tapped his hand.
"Are you fighting me seriously, or are you okay with me beating you?" Nevada turned the gun over again, look at him with disappointment.... "I feel a lot of bark and not a lot of bite Handsome. Performance anxiety reeling its ugly head again?"
Not that she was one to talk really.....
Nevada: 44/50
Damage: 1
Charge: 1/3
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Seussi rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 5:24 pm
"Is it really beating me if I'm not really trying?" He asked, a smug smirk spreading across his face. He'd let her decide if this was really the best he could do, as he swung the lance around, just barely grazing past her front with it's tip, catching nothing but air. < I'm charged. > The words were simple, and direct, but Finn could tell that Trynt was still struggling, and hey, Finn was feeling pretty nauseous as well, so he couldn't exactly blame him. Good to know. Lets give it a try, I guess. Was his reply to his weapon, as he began spinning it in front of him, it's rune's a flare of bright magenta. That then flickered and dulled. All of Finn's inward sighs. Trynt just grumbled something inaudible in response and went back to concentrating on keeping up a Fear shield. "I don't know, darling. I think you'd find I have plenty of bite, if you had taken me up on that offer in the hallway." He was of course, referring to when he'd offered to have her join him in his bedroom, however false it had been. HP: 26 Damage: n/a Charge: 3/3-using (FAIL)
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