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 Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 10:56 pm
It had taken some time to track her down, but Konstantin finally managed to do so. He knocked on America's door, rather insistently, his mood slightly better than the foul it had been twenty minutes prior.
What was this woman's deal.
"America," he said, and felt ridiculous for it, "Ve are going to be sparring."
She would probably be pleased with the chance to beat the 'red plague' out of him, and if that wasn't a euphemism for his innards, he didn't know what was.
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 11:08 pm
America had been taking detailed notes on the known state of abs throughout the island. Some of the male hunters were ready and willing to show off their goods at the least excuse, but many were a little bit shy, forcing her and Pandora to make educated guesses. She'd heard there was a calender somewhere that would help greatly, but had yet to find this treasured item.
At the knock, she glanced up from the badly drawn doodle comics that had her notes had turned into, and glared through the barred door of her dungeon cell. Leaning back, she looked him up and down, "Well I guess we might as well, deems destined really. But what's in it for the winner?" And by winner she meant herself, because no way was she loosing to Mister Mudfoot McCommunist here.
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 11:12 pm
He gave her a look. The catharsis that would come from besting her in a fair challenge would be enough for him.
"If I vin, you will be stopping harassing on twitter," he replied, finally, punctuating his statement with a cross of his arms. "If you vin, you pick. Vinner chooses spoils, something like this, da?"
It was worrying, to offer this, and he realised that a moment too late. He recalled America and Mimsy speaking of boyfriend caretaking, with the same almost disdain he held towards pets.
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 11:17 pm
'Righto, Red," America practically purred, setting her important work aside and hopping up from her bed. It was like the guy had sought her out specifically to hand her his head on a platter. "Let's see if we can't add some black and blue to your true colors. And that they've cleaned up the pumpkin guts since I was last there, cause this is gonna be pretty nasty otherwise."
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its me debz rolled 1 20-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 9:53 pm
It was not often that Konstantin found himself rolling his eyes, but this woman was turning an infrequent habit into an irritated tic. He didn't like the way she spoke, the way she assumed her way was the best one.
Much like her country, Konstantin supposed. "Ve vill see," he said, each word clipped, his fists clenching slightly.
He was not a bad person. He wished he had a way to explain that.
Once they were on the training fields, Kostya summoned Syntax, the gun materializing around his arm.
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lizbot rolled 1 20-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 9:58 pm
America grinned and summoned Stryker, whose weight was rapidly becoming a dependably bolstering reassurance.
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lizbot rolled 2 12-sided dice:
12, 8
Total: 20 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 9:59 pm
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lizbot rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 10:00 pm
Without waiting, America dove straight at Comrade Kostya. And missed him entirely. Narrowing her eyes, America decided she'd have to watch out this guys cunning and devious wiles. "Guess I can't underestimate you."
HP: 40
Dmg: nope
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 10:07 pm
Staggering back, Konstantin attempted to put some distance between the two of them, taking a shot in the process.
It missed her, by no small margin.
"Impolite to judge book on cover," the moon trainee said, his face gravely serious. What had he ever done to her?
Hp// 40
Dmg// nyope
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lizbot rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 10:15 pm
"If it looks like a duck, talks like a duck, and walks like a duck, it's probably a duck," America countered, glaring at Kostya's gun and looking for an opening. "Never was much for books, but I sure have hunted plenty of duck."
Swinging Stryker around, she nearly missed him altogether.
HP: 40
Dmg: 2
Charge: 1/3
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 1
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 11:07 pm
The weapon struck his fear shield, but Kostya had braced himself for impact. Her weapon was an unsubtle one, and it was befitting of its owner.
"Ah, so you are the hunter. In many vays."
He aimed his arm gun at her, the end of it charging a small ball of energy, and he loosed it in her direction. Learning that she didn't like to read made him pity her more than anything. It was no wonder she was uncivilized.
hp// 38
dmg// 3
charge// 1/3
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lizbot rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 7
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 11:41 pm
America began to move more quickly, shifting a bit from side to side, trying to make her path less predictable for his shots. Getting hit by his weapon was odd. You get shot you expect there to be more...penetration. "Yeah, always been hunter of one sort or another."
She lashed out quickly, Stryker's blades grazing him, before hopping back and to the side again. "You sayin you ain't the same?"
HP: 37
Dmg: 3
Charge: 2/3
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 11:49 pm
A hunter of her division indeed-- America launched herself at him, and it took quick manoeuvring to turn a dreadful blow into something less, and he wasn't sure whether to thank his own skills or the chaotic nature of her weapon.
It seemed almost alive, in the way it undulated.
"I serve," he said simply, circling around her, his grey eyes alight with concentration. "Am a soldier, follow orders. Not a hunter."
hp// 35
dmg// 4
charge// 2/3
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lizbot rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 8
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 12:31 am
"Can't say I'm surprised," she remarked against the irritating pain of his counter. Snapping Stryker back to her, America gripped the heavy, bladed ball and punched him with it. "Not a bad thing, in the right place. Always gotta have lackeys to fill in the gaps, right?"
HP: 33
Dmg: 7
Charge: 3/3
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 3
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 9:13 pm
Of all the things he'd been expecting, being punched with the serrated edges of the metal ball had not been one of them.
Konstantin spluttered indignantly, at both the blow as well as America's taunts. They came to her naturally, and it's as if she saw nothing but a red flag instead of a human being when she looked at him.
He fired a shot at her, but it was a weak one, just glancing off of her shield. "Am not so sure, then, vhy you find so much to hate. Am hunter, just like you. Ve are equals."
hp// 28
dmg// 2
charge// 3/3
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