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iloveyouDIE rolled 2 20-sided dice:
13, 6
Total: 19 (2-40)
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 Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 8:18 am
   Deus Trainee Tournament: Round 3
Jack v. Milo
JACK HAS INITIATIVE!Level Select: Abandoned Town
** PLEASE NOTE THE WEATHER CONDITIONS!**
**The rain has stopped but the sky is dark and foreboding. The winds are strong. DUN DUN DUUUUNNNNN**  Remember: - No artifacts, runics or charge attacks! - The battle lasts 48 OOC hours (based on first attack within 24 hours of thread creation) IE: I make the thread at 8am, player 1 posts at 8pm... thread ends 48 hours from 8pm. - I have rolled initiative FOR YOU! - Have fun!
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 4:34 pm
Downtime was up and now it was time to throw down. Oh the wit.
Jack did not looked particularly happy about the locale, however, not having ventured into the Abandoned Towns before for a reason: look at it. He sighed as he pushed his hair back. The rain was gone, but now they had the wind to contest with--and perhaps some weird Fear form of tetanus for all he knew.
"Well!" Shrugging out of his coat, Jack let it hang on the least vile looking object in the vicinity to dry for the duration of the battle and summoned the zweihander. "This is something, huh." Despite having the weapon out, his first move was to slap a rock at his opponent with the blade like this was golf.
Half of it was lazy, half of it was to test his opponent's reflexes.
HP: 40
Damage: 1
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chirigami rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 5
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 6:48 pm
The break between matches had been rather nice, yeah, even if there had been a meeting inbetween; but hey he had gotten candy (and if you proved yourself to be cool, maybe he'd share Jack). So, Milo arrived, popping his last gobstopper into his mouth and held in a laugh when he realized where he was. The first arena, back again and it seemed to be suffering from wind conditions just like where Chel's match was. Instead of sand being picked up, though, it was just plain dirt but at least there was some nice blocks from the buildings.
Milo already had his naginata out when he spotted Jack, resting on a shoulder as his free hand shot up in a quick little wave greeting thing. "Ya, this place is something," he nodded noting the other guy taking off his jacket (no Jack, he was not going to strip for you, he was going to remain in his still damp clothing), "first awesome match was here." Oh wait, was he referencing his sword? Huh, another one; all his matches had been agains them and of all different colors too. First red, then blue and now green, yellow next? "Nice sword!" To cover all his bases just as he had a rock hurdled his way. Milo let out a small surprised noise as he attempted a dodge, managing to get mostly out of the way still getting a small knock in the shoulder.
"Aa, no idle talk I see," he grinned, planting his feet back on the ground with a little spin to jab swing the blunt end of his pole at his opponent.
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 7
Total: 15 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 7:38 pm
"I prefer to multitask."
He caught sight of the hunter's coat and rolled his eyes just a bit; another Sun hunter? The fight with Inoke had proven they were a resilient bunch, and he thoroughly disliked the locale Bix had put them in. The sooner they got out, the less annoyed he'd be.
And of course, one step closer to the trophy. Or prize. He actually didn't remember what those had been advertised as anymore . . .
With his usual "winning" smile, Jack suddenly lunged forward, letting the weight of his weapon fall down upon his opponent. "A fight is boring without a dialog, and dialog is boring without action," he explained simply. "So! Let's chat~ Must be frozen with that wet coat."
HP: 37
Damage: 9
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chirigami rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 8:02 pm
"Alright, friendly banter is still on," good news all around. That was rather short lived as that mighty sword came down, knocking a baited breath right out of him and his body backwards to the ground. Milo fell with an ooph and a wince, physically he was still okay but Great Almighty Toei, that hit. Completely unexpected, which was why it sent him off his feet but like any hero - even as rookie as he was - he needed to get back up. Or at least still fight, there were always openings, Don Dogoier taught him that much, Gokai Green always seemed to fall down something but keep going.
And Koume sounded really annoyed with him. He could have sworn he had also heard a laugh though, < this is what you get for apologizing to that other guy in the middle of a fight. >
Yeah, there was also that. In a fluid motion, Milo rolled his upper body to an almost seated position, but instead of aiming high, he aimed low at Jack's feet to see if they could get on common ground. 'cause that would be fun. "It is a little nippy," not the least jarred from being knocked down, "makes it a little more motivational, the sooner I beat you.. the sooner maybe I could warm up." Not like his room was going to provide much of that, thanks basement.
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 7
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 8:26 pm
First swing, great. Follow up, not so much. He really was starting to wish the weapon was easier to handle and not a little on the ridiculous scale.
"What, not feeling the heat yet?" Jack joked, the uncomfortable poking forcing him to do a few awkward hops (which looked comical) to avoid getting speared through--or the equivalent with these shields, he was still trying to get his bearings about them. "Nothing gets the blood pumping like good ol' fashioned violence." And sharp things.
Milo was the Capri Sun, and Jack's sword was the straw diving down to pierce it. And like most attempts with Capri Sun, the maneuver did not go as smoothly as he liked.
HP: 33
Damage: 2
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 8:32 pm
SPECTATOR
Having lost her own match, Chel had resorted to being glum for a while. But now she had a job to do- and that job was cheering for dear Milo!
Holy s**t his opponent was like one million feet tall. She'd like to climb that s**t like a beanstalk.
"Hey Loser! I tanked my match- you're on your own!" she called out, somewhat more cheerfully than she should have. "So kick his a** and make it to the top for me!"
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chirigami rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 8
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 8:38 pm
There was a corny line there, waiting for him and so Milo took it, "Yeah, feeling like I'm getting warmed up." And nothing got the blood pumping as trying not to get skewered. Milo had gotten to one knee, thankfully in time to get his naginata up to block the sword from once again hitting him something fierce. And though his blade was smaller, and weapon thinner, Milo pushed back. At least to get Jack off him, it was also helpful with getting him to his feet again.
And then he heard Chel and a deep frown spread on his lips. He hadn't gotten to see the end of her fight, having gotten word of the start of his and when he had left she had been kicking some a**. So, hearing she had lost made him rather sad. "Nuuuuu!" (Though, in his mind it was more like this and maybe it was a good thing he hadn't been there, he might have gone into that sort of over dramatics). But it gave him a new fire.
"I will avenge you Chel!" Thankfully he didn't go into a series of poses along with that (though, he was a little worried he had triggered a death flag), but he adjusted his grip on the naginata, swinging the blade downward onto Jack - the side where the sword wasn't.
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 8
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 9:19 pm
Owain made some upset noises about being deflected by a twig. A twig, Jack, could you believe it. How insulting! Clearly now their foe must be crushed, for the sake of his dignity! Wincing through the blow as he could not swing nearly fast enough to deflect it, Jack pressed his assault with another mighty swing instead; something the length of a zweihander was hard to switch between offense and defense with anyway.
"Mmmm, joke's a little on the tepid side, kid. Speaking of hot--" He glanced at their first audience member (Jesus ******** Christ, hair dye made her look like a strawberry sherbert) and grinned. "Yo. Jack Hawthorn. I don't believe we've met~?"
HP: 28
Damage: 6
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chirigami rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 4
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 9:43 pm
Deflected, but not for a second time. Milo didn't get a chance to raise his smaller weapon and go back on the defensive. Too late and he was struck again, in the shoulder almost sending him back onto his knees again. But he managed to stay up, but was reeled from the attack to counter on his own; probably didn't help his inners still felt rattled from some of those other blows.
But, he still kept his spirits up. He had a mission this time (god, he really was setting up death flahs, huh). "Aaw, she gets a formal introduction and I don't?" He feigned a mighty pout before breaking it off into a grin, "that hurts, brah."
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 3
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 10:00 pm
(( Oh, dear friend, you've found it again! The groove! Now if you follow my advice-- ))
G-man, I don't want to here you asking me to groove on people anymore. Besides, the proper term is 'grind', and I don't do that without certain criteria.
Boobs and booze.
While the giant puzzled that out, Jack continued to press his opponent, swinging from the other side and lower, connecting his strikes in a semi-Z formation. "Roll with the punches, kid. Besides, you didn't bother reading my name before the match?" Now it was Jack's turn to feign looking hurt.
HP: 28
Damage: 5
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chirigami rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 10:25 pm
Oh jeez, these were staring to hurt. These blows were heavy and Jack had amazingly dinged a spot that been hit in a previous round. He staggered back, trying not to slam Koume into the ground to steady him. Nah, just needed to find his balance, it took a few steps. "Of course I read it, Jack" He teased, even stuck out his tongue like an immature child. "But its the first step of getting to know each other, introductions."
< That isn't what you should be worrying about >
Milo took a step and then a lunge, sweeping the blade sideways at Jack. "Am getting to know you threw this fight though, like your spirit." Sin and Evan had mentioned something to that extent, getting acquainted though blows; he really just took it simply as bonding and nothing really that deep. But yes, bonding. With a little bit of a personal mission.
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 10:36 pm
SPECTATOR
"Ooh Hawthorn, fancy name~" she cooed. "My name's Chelsea, but my friends call me Chel," the pink haired hunter called out. She gave him a wink for extra effect. Let it be known that Chel was shameless.
She laughed as Milo got jealous. "It's 'cause I'm a laaady~" It was probably pretty obvious that Chel wasn't no lady.
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 10:57 pm
[SPECTATOR]
"He is a fancy one isn't he?" Nevada took a seat next to Chelsea, putting her chin in her hand. "and he's a charmer." She smiled as she looked at Jack.
"So what's the prize for winners Jack?" Nevada said nonchalantly.
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 8
Total: 15 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 6:53 am
Got to know him through the fight. Uh...huh. Jack was unimpressed by the manner he was being addressed with (tongue, really?), but he quickly had to make a face of his own as he tried (read: failed) to fend off the naginata. He had to remember: Suns were a tenacious lot. He just happened to be paired with a kid with a large knife apparently. "Guess you could say I have a reason to fight," he said with a shrug. "Or you Sun hunters are accidentally training me in this tournament." Nevada's voice chimed in after Chelsea's, and he turned his head again to give them a catlike smile of his own. "Good question. Well, Chel, Nevada, I wouldn't know how to pick between you...We could discuss sharing after this~ I'm in need of a few hugs." And he have a wink of his own before surging forward, remembering as Owain had suggested to use the turn of his hips to add more power to the swing. Just for you, ladies.HP: 22 Damage: 9
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