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iloveyouDIE rolled 2 20-sided dice:
16, 7
Total: 23 (2-40)
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 Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 10:11 am
   Deus Trainee Tournament: SEMI-FINALS
Peyton v. Jack
PEYTON HAS INITIATIVE!Level Select: Training Field
** 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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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 5:47 pm
A massage and a nap had done wonders to help energize the tiny Sun hunter, and despite only narrowing beating all three of her opponents previously, Peyton was feeling pretty damn good about the round four. She'd made it to the semi-finals, injured, at a distinct handicap. Whether she progressed after this or not, that was something to be proud about. So she stood in the middle of a field, arms crossed across her stomach, and waited. Her coat was draped over the rope that served to divide the fighters from the spectators, and once again she'd pulled her hair back in a neat braid to keep it out of the way. The stitches on her shoulder stood out against slightly bruised tanned skin. The sky was incredibly dark but it still hadn't started raining, and the wind was still whipping violently. She frowned at the rolling clouds above. The weather was gross. There was no other word for it. And if it started raining it was going to be murder on visibility. < Are you ready for this, Halfpint?> You know it.< Good. Cause you know it won't be easy. Don't be reckless.> I know. I'll be careful.< That's my girl.>
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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 8:02 pm
The winds hadn't abated, but there was something good from that; his clothes got blow dried pretty quick. And at least his next match wasn't still situated in the abandoned town, which Jack was all too happy to leave behind. Hell, he still felt like a little bit of it had remained with him, clinging like some awful residue he couldn't locate on his person.
Which was why he too happily left his coat to hang; the sleeves and billowing cloth wouldn't do him any favors under these conditions. He vaguely recognized the chick as the one Ripley had lost to (for all of his shame).
(( OH, DO WE HAVE MORE THINGS TO CRUSH?? )) The giant had been far too eager ever since Jack had started really getting into the spirit of the tournament--or, well, at least as far as one who looked as nonchalant as he did could. (( PLEASE CRUSH HER, DEAR FRIEND. THE SMELL OF BONE MARROW DELIGHTS MY SENSES. ))
Two things: One, tone the volume back, G-man. Two, shields.
Owain made a piteous noise as the hunter summoned his weapon. "Yo," he greeted her simply, with the laziness of a cat as he strode forward. There was an implied Shall we? Much like his fight with Milo, he didn't like to stand and talk--fighting and talking was more entertaining.
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 8
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 8:15 pm
Holy ******** stared across the field at the tall-- exceedingly tall --young man she was now up against. Now, the dainty Sun had always been the smallest kid on the play ground. Being short wasn't anything new, she was used to it, but standing there, head tipped back even at a short distance, Peyton felt absolutely tiny. She wouldn't even come up to his collarbones..
<Climb the mountain.>
Whaaaat?
<You heard me..>
I'm not going to climb a person, Warrick.
A sudden shard inhale and harsh exhale was the only indication of nerves or internal dialogue. Beyond that she appeared calm, cool and collected, as she stood opposite the giant of a human being she was expected to fight against.
It's just unnatural..
<Shut up and go hit him, Peyton.>
"Yo." Introductions, at their finest. Peyton smirked, dropping her hands to her sides, and summoned the pair of spiked, blade edged knuckledusters before digging her toe into the grass and kicking off into a sprint. So he was big, so what. Size wasn't everything! The Sun trainee had speed on her side, and she was intending to use it.
She streaked towards him, and when that short gap had been closed she'd pivot to the side, turning to stab the small, curved blade at the back of her right weapon into his thigh.
HP: 40
DMG: 3
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 5
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 8:23 pm
He had to squint to figure out the general shape of her weapons. Dual, in hands, short range--he'd have to keep control of the flow of battle so that she didn't stay so close, or otherwise his swings wouldn't be as effective. Owain rumbled a warning as the girl darted forward, and Jack braced himself for the hit; too quick to swing at.
Jesus Christ, this was the third Sun hunter in a row he had to fight, and they all liked to start things off difficult. He supposed now he had to be some sort of symbol of hey, non-front line hunters can fight too, or something, which his partner took delight in. Then again, the giant liked being an underdog.
"So forward!" Jack noted as the knuckledusters struck, his retaliation coming with a thrust of his weapon's hilt at the nearest elbow to try and jar it. "Most girls don't get so close before the date's begun~"
HP: 37
Damage: 4
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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 8:26 pm
[ SPECTATING ]
Gale stood on the sidelines, hands in the pockets of his coat as the wind whipped his white blonde hair across his face. It was growing a little too long, longer than it had been before, but he had yet to make the effort to cut it properly.
He wasn't sure why he was watching this particular fight, seeing as how he wasn't that well acquainted with either party, but an odd sense of curiosity had pulled him here. Most of it was towards the tall, dark haired young man with the sliding smirk across his face, but another part of Gale just wanted to see what the other fights consisted off.
He didn't cheer for either party or make a sound, simply stood there and observed.
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 8:48 pm
His hilt busted her in the elbow, forcing her to jerk away, but she wasn't willing to lose the close range advantage she'd managed to gain in her initial rush.
So her hand snapped out, grabbing the wrist of the hand that was holding the sword, and she used that leverage to drag herself back to him. He'd aimed for a vulnerable spot on her, so she would do the same in kind. Slamming spiked knuckles into his elbow before his comment had really sank home.
When it did she made a startled noise, cheeks reddening as she snapped her eyes up to his face before delicate features narrowed down into a cold smile. "Aw hell, this ain't no date. This is just a prelim to see if you're worth it"
<Nice come back. Better hope you don't turn around and fall on your face, though.>
You're so helpful.
The demon grinned in her head, a deep, rumbling chuckle filling her senses.
HP: 36
DMG: 3
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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 8:55 pm
[Spectator]
Nevada came to stand by Gale, crossing her arms under her chest and cocking her head just a bit at the match. Though she held no ill will for Peyton, since Chelsea lost to her, and because Jack was fighting, she was hoping the life hunter won over all.
"I didn't know you were friends with either of these two." Nevada slung her arm around Gale much like a sister would and nodded to the field.
"What's your assessment sempai." She picked that word up from Allan, are you proud Gale? you were her sempai after all.
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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 9:05 pm
Spectating
Finn found a place to sit down, and flopped lazily into place. He noted the blonde man standing further off, recognized from the times he'd seen him and Lin--Stormy together but no more then that.
Lollypop Guild. He still thought that was ******** hilarious. Jack did have his moments, sometimes.
Oh look, it was Nevada again. Not surprising. She had gotten a bit of attention from Jack and was back for more, far too eager, like a ******** cat in heat. He mentally eye rolled before turning his gaze to the fight instead.
He also noted that Jack was fighting the woman that Ripley had lost against in the first round. Part of him, the small, bitter part that hated to see others do better then he did himself, wanted to see Jack get his a** handed to him. The other part, however, the part that recognized Jack as one of the few, true people in this world that he would consider his friend, wanted to see him crush her.
It'd be win/lose, no matter the outcome, though a larger part of him hoped that Jack won.
For once, Finn remained silent, content to just watch with a calculating, cold gaze.
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 9:06 pm
Jack was vaguely aware of the gathering audience, but the only one who received a glance was Nevada (well, less of a glance, more of a wink); by proxy, his eyes slid past the gold haired boy from before, sparing only a moment's thought of curiosity over his decision to watch before returning to the battle.
He could already assume Finn was there because he just had that sense.
The startled look was more than enough to give him a sense of what his opponent was like; her cold smile was received with a Cheshire one of his own, the only symptom of pain being that his hands tensed into fists, nails dug into palms or his weapon to remind himself to move past it. "So, a night club scene, then. Ten seconds to make a good impression," he said almost thoughtfully, as if actually considering it. "Well then."
Rather than lash out with his weapon (less effective with the initial burst of pain than he liked), Jack lifted a foot to jam down on hers, fingers digging into her wrist as much as she had done to gain leverage; if she wanted to stay close, so be it. "How are your dancing skills, Tiny Teeth?" he asked almost amicably, like this wasn't the semi finals at all. "I can't say I like a girl who's rubbing up against me but can't grind."
HP: 34
Damage: 1
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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 9:30 pm
[ SPECTATING ]
He heard, rather than saw, Nevada approach, and he waited until she was right beside him to say anything, tilting his head upwards to look at her. "I'm...not, really," said Gale, his eyes flickering briefly towards the tall and the short on the field. "I know Peyton, a little, but the other guy...I forget his name, him I've only met once."
He rolled his shoulders a little, and then his eyes at the nickname because clearly Nevada had been spending a little too much time with a certain Sun Division Leader.
"Not sure it's that easy to judge just yet," Gale said. "They're both pretty stubborn, from what it looks like, so I think it could go either way."
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 8
Total: 15 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 9:48 pm
Peyton was ignoring the gathering crowd. She'd taken them in, caught glimpses as she moved, but they weren't there for her. Her attention was all for the giant she was facing off against. Specially when he drove his foot down on top of her own, much smaller one. She gave a grunt of pain, trying to jerk away from him, but he's grabbed her wrist, fingers squeezing. Pale lips split, but with was more a baring of teeth then anything that could be considered a smile. "I dance, shall I show you?"
If he wanted to hold into her wrist she'd let him. It was her left wrist, next to useless in it's current condition.
She pulled on her arm, stealing back precious inches, before snapping forward again as her right arm cocked back. It surged forward, up and angled, so spiked knuckles took him low in the stomach and dragged upward, tearing through his shield, aiming for higher.
<That's my girl.>
"Is that enough grinding for you?" She rotated her hand, grinding the spikes deeper.
HP: 35
DMG: 9
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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 9:59 pm
[Spectator]
She hmm'd as Jack sent a wink her way, curious as to how she drew his attention. Then it delved to her adopted little brother whether he wanted to or not and grinned...
"I know Peyton fairly well. She's a strong fighter for being newer, She took out a good friend of my two rounds back?" She chuckled. "the other guy is much newer, by the name of Jack. Life hunter. He's been fairly nice to me so far.." She shrugged, "But he's friends with the despicable Finn, and that i'll never understand."
Blinking again, she narrowed her eye at Peyton's hard hit.
"It could, but Peyton's a scrapper." She had seen the girl go from losing to cleaning out at the end. Cupping her hands around her mouth she offered one thing only to Jack.
"Come Handsome, That sword isn't for show you know."
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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 10:09 pm
[ SPECTATING ]
"Jack," Gale repeated, with a slight frown. The name was unfamiliar, and so was the face, but he still felt oddly ill at ease around him, perhaps because of the ridiculous amount of arrogance he seemed to emit - and perhaps because of the fact that he'd made short jokes about him upon first meeting.
Lollipop guild. It made Gale annoyed just thinking about it.
"I don't really know Finn either," he said with a shrug. "So I can't say much on that, unfortunately. They both look strong, though."
He passed her a sideways glance. "You doing all right?"
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 9:28 am
Stormy meant to only pass by the training fields and ignore the battle, lost in her thoughts as usual, but seeing Nevada and Gale gathered together made her curious. The sight of the coat dangled on the rope made her stiffen, however, and the name bandied about between them made her nervous. What were those two doing watching?
She ought to back away now and pretend she hadn't paused. And yet there her feet went, bringing her towards trouble like it was just that time of the week again. "You know him?" she asked as she approached, her brow furrowed. She didn't have to ask after Peyton, remembering the Sun hunter had had at least one exchange with Gale at Tuck's crash course orientation and that Nevada had chatted with her before.
Stormy's sympathies were with Peyton. Especially considering the way Jack was acting . . . Namely that, after the initial rush of air leaving him in a howl, it turned to strained, wheezing laughter.
"Precious. Absolutely adorable." The pain was there and he couldn't ignore it--the wave of uncomfortable pressure in his shield certainly kept reminding him as Owain chattered on about getting his head in the game, what was so funny, Jack, what's going on?? Pushing against her arm, he backed off and sucked in breaths of air, eyes gleaming as he gazed at his opponent. "Yes, exactly that~" Jack replied with an odd grin, like taking the punch had been part of his plan. "You look like you enjoy the proximity, kid; on my end, nothing is more agreeable than the sight of a girl all over me, especially one at the perfect height like yours. So!"
Brandishing the zweihander, he swung low at her legs. "Waltz, tango, foxtrot--what do you feel like doing?"
HP: 25
Damage: 5
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