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 Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 9:52 am
Noah chopped grimly at the training dummy. "My shoulders are kind of sore, Laz," he said to the cleaver in his hand.
DEAL WITH IT, the weapon said. IT WON'T GET BETTER IF YOU DON'T KEEP WORKING. IT'S GOOD TO WORK AND GOOD TO KEEP WORKING.
Noah groaned quietly, but kept at it. He couldn't even argue with that; he knew Lazarus was right. It wasn't like the work he was used to; carrying and hauling or raking and digging were different muscle groups that the ones that swinging the cleaver worked, and if he was going to see actual fighting he couldn't be unprepared for it. Even if he had only a hazy idea as to what actual fighting was like.
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 10:58 am
Being trapped on the island meant two things. Boredom firstly. Secondly was a whole ******** lot of training. Rep had spent most of his time when not sleeping honing his body into as much of a weapon as he possibly could. Today there was someone unfamiliar on the training fields who he hadn't actually met before. For most people that might have meant minding their own business. It did not mean this to Rep.
"Hey." he said, edging over with a smirk, eyeing the Life hunter's weapon. "You are making that look difficult."
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 11:06 am
Noah jumped a mile, but he did manage not to come down with Lazarus aimed at the stranger. He was getting better at that. That might or might not be something to be proud of. "I haven't been here long," he said truthfully. "I'm still learning. Um, hi. I'm Noah. Hey," he said, realizing something, "your accent sounds like Al's, are you Scottish too?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 11:14 am
Rep gave the weapon aimed at him a slightly disdainful look before returning his attention to Noah. At the mention of his accent he furrowed his brows. "My ******** accent is nothing like Al's." he snapped. Al was some little shite from the borders, he was Glaswegian born and bred, and was incensed at the comparison. "I'm Rep. And here's one thing to learn in your ******** learnventures Noah. Don't comment on people's ******** accents unless you want to make a lot of enemies."
He crossed his arms and looked the Life hunter over. "So you call that useless swinging learning?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 11:41 am
"Sorry, sorry!" Noah yelped, his eyes going wide, and he actually backed up a step. Being growled at by a large, muscular, scarred-up guy was thoroughly intimidating. "I won't, I'm sorry!"
He wilted a little at the criticism. "Am I doing it wrong?"
YOU'RE NOT DOING IT WRONG, Laz said, sounding annoyed. I AM YOUR WEAPON. I SHOULD KNOW.
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 11:45 am
"Fighting dummies all the time is always doing it wrong. No opponent is just going to stand there and let you ******** hit them. Besides, you aren't getting a charge that way." He leaned in a little nearer, suddenly a lot more soft and welcoming. "What you ******** need is a sparring partner."
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 12:06 pm
"O-oh." Noah couldn't really argue with that logic. He swayed back as Rep leaned closer, though he managed not to back up any further. "Um, how do I find sparring partners?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 12:10 pm
Rep's grin got wider at the response and if he got away with it, he slung an intrusive arm across Noah's shoulders. "You are in luck, you just ******** found one. A ******** full Sun hunter too, aren't you lucky? Lets see how well you cope with a real fight eh? What do you say?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 12:22 pm
"Um." Rep's arm was heavy, but Noah was pretty sure he would offend the guy if he shrugged it off, and he didn't feel at all confident about doing that. The opposite of confident, more like. He'd done okay against Al, but he suspected he was about to get beaten up here. Still, he didn't really feel like he could refuse. "O-okay."
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Baneful rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Nov 17, 2013 6:56 am
"Great!" Rep said, suddenly manic and eager.
"Put up your dukes!" and with a flourish he summoned the sleek black shadow that was Tracey, the fallen angel stirring in his thoughts and narrowing his chilly focus on the trainee.
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prolixity rolled 1 20-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Nov 17, 2013 11:01 am
Noah's eyes bugged out at the sight of the huge axe, and he took a few involuntary steps back. Lazarus's handle formed in his hand without conscious command; the zombie dog was straining at the mental leash, growling low and bubbly and ferocious. HE WANTS TO HURT YOU. I WON'T LET HIM HURT YOU. YOU BELONG TO ME.
"I, I'm ready," Noah squeaked.
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
2, 3
Total: 5 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Nov 17, 2013 11:39 am
"I ******** hope so." Rep said with a smirk. "Cause we'll ******** find out."
The result was a hefty swing which ended up with several feet of Tracey impaled in the ground next to Noah's feet. "Looks like you get first swing."
HP: 60
DMG: No
Charge:
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prolixity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Nov 17, 2013 11:53 am
Noah jumped to the side and squeaked wordlessly. He held Lazarus out in front of him defensively, his eyes darting back and forth as he looked for a way to hit Rep or an escape route. He couldn't really see either. How the hell was he going to get close enough to hit when the guy's weapon was that huge?
HP: 40/40
Dmg: hah
Charge: 0/3
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
7, 10
Total: 17 (2-24)
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 3:28 pm
"Don't show your fear wee man." Rep said with a toothy smirk. "If your enemy can tell you are bricking it, they'll push even ******** harder, and you look pretty ******** upset."
He swung Tracey out at the younger hunter with a slam of steel against his shield.
HP: 60
DMG: 11
Charge: 1/3
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prolixity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 3:31 pm
The huge axe crashed into Noah's chest, knocking all the air out of him and sending him flying back. Lazarus howled in his head, a deafening, furious sound, and Noah pushed himself up into a crouch as he struggled to catch his breath. This was nothing like sparring with Al, nothing like the almost-playful give-and-take. He was going to get beaten.
The thought made him grit his teeth, and a bubble of anger lodged up under his ribcage. He hauled in several gulps of air. Then he lunged in, staying low, ducking under the twisted axe's reach to bring Laz around in a stroke that was half slice and half stab. Laz bit, and the sensation of the weapon pulling and feeding shimmered through Noah's mind.
He still wasn't sure if he should like it.
HP: 29/40
Dmg: 4
Charge: 1/3
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