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chiickadee rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-20)
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 Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 10:48 am
Chel felt like all this battling and training was never going to end. First the sun hunters had her tackling the haunted house. Then she was supposed to tackle all the training courses. Now they were giving her "free time" that heavily implied she was supposed to spend all day on the training fields beating people up.
So she just gestured to the first person she saw and said, "Hey. Fight me."
That was it that was the whole story.
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DarkHeartedSorrow rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 10:51 am
Feng was just going to stop being seen in public. Every time he was someone tried to beat him up, and it just wasn't fair. He'd be concerned that he had "KICK MY BUTT" tattooed on his forehead, except he'd already checked like five times.
He turned to face the new opponent, was momentarily blinded by her hair, and gave in without argument. "Alright," he sighed, slumping a little. This was going to suck.
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chiickadee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 10:53 am
Well that had been easy enough. Most people made up an excuse of being "too strong" for her or being "late to that thing." At least this guy was honest.
A flash of light balled in her hand to form Tenebrae. "Ready to dance?" She then took stance to notch an arrow. "Unless you have a bow too 'cause then this is gonna suck ..."
HP: 40/40
DMG: 1
Charge: 1/3 | 0/2
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DarkHeartedSorrow rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 8
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 11:07 am
Feng shook his head, looking at her bow in worry. Bows were much longer range than his own weapon. "N-no bow," he said. "Meteor hammer."
He summoned Shang at the weapons massive head appeared in his hand. Immediately he threw the head towards the other hunter, grabbing the chains as they whirred by so he wouldn't lose control of the weapon. He was actually kind of proud of himself. That had been cool and controlled. Ish. It probably looked dumb from her perspective.
HP: 39/40
DMG: 8
Charge: 1/3 | 1/2
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chiickadee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 3
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 11:12 am
After being nailed in the chest with a giant dragon head, Chel responded with, "That's more than a meteor hammer, damn!" That was a dragon hammer of death.
She fired an arrow into a space between the chain and his arm. "I'm not givin' up so easy though."
HP: 32/40
DMG: 5
Charge: 2/3 | 0/2
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DarkHeartedSorrow rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 8
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 11:25 am
Feng smiled a little, pleased that he'd at least made an impression. He always thought Shang deserved more respect that he got - he was a really cool weapon.
He startled back as the arrow flew past, pulling his weapon with him. With the momentum he spun and sent the tail end of the dragon sailing towards her instead. "Of course you won't, my luck doesn't work like that."
HP: 34/40
DMG: 3
Charge: 2/3 | 1/2
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chiickadee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 8
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 11:26 am
Chel tilted her head in confusion. "What d'you mean by that?" It was kind of a debby downer thing to say. Chel didn't like debby downers.
"You eat a bad fortune cookie or something?"
HP: 29/40
DMG: 4
Charge: 3/3 | 0/2
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DarkHeartedSorrow rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 5
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 11:32 am
"That's racist," Feng moaned, throwing his hands up in the air. "Fortune cookies aren't even Chinese!"
It was amazing he even managed to hit her, because he was obviously distracted and upset.
HP: 30/40
DMG: 6
Charge: 3/3 | 1/2
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chiickadee rolled 8 12-sided dice:
6, 2, 3, 6, 10, 6, 5, 3
Total: 41 (8-96)
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 11:36 am
Chel shook her head. "Nah I didn't mean anything racist by it like-" Well this was awkward.
< Now. >
The pink hunter decided to shut up for once and listen to her weapon. Except then her bow exploded in bright white light, knocking her and her totally not racist a** to the ground. Classy.
HP: 16/40
DMG: 0
Charge: 0/3 | 1/2
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DarkHeartedSorrow rolled 7 4-sided dice:
2, 4, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4
Total: 20 (7-28)
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 11:39 am
"It was still totally racist," Feng cried.
<>
<<It was racist though!>>
<>
"Augh," he groaned outloud. The head of the weapon began to spark and Feng swung it at her, making contact with an audible electric shock. HP: 30/40 DMG: 18 Charge: 0/3 | 1/2
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 12:09 pm
And then Chel was on the ground, unconscious, but looking quite dead just to make Feng feel bad.
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 12:18 pm
Oh god. He'd killed her. He was going to get like dishonorable discharge. Did Deus even have that kind of system? Would they just kill him to get even? Probably. Oh god.
<<... Well, she was racist.>>
Feng made a strangled noise. Oh god, he'd had motive. There was no way someone wouldn't find out.
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Feng took a deep breath and inched closer. When he could reach her he knelt down and grabbed her wrist, finding a steady pulse there. He collapsed back on his butt in relief. "Oh thank god, I didn't kill her."
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 12:25 pm
Chel's eyes fluttered open, only to be struck by a not-very-attractive asian man hovering over her. Chel being Chel, she'd probably still tap it, but he was no Ryan Gosling to say the least.
Her reflexes said to punch, but Tenebrae quickly choked out all of those ideas, reassuring her that this had been her own fault and that the man was just trying to help.
"Uhh I think you won," she said awkwardly, trying to shimmy out of his grasp even as she said it. "Not really a fair fight when you got a giant dragon though."
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 12:33 pm
Feng let her go and snorted. "It's not like he's a real dragon. He's actually heavy and hard to maneuver. You're the first person I've won in a spar with."
He scooted back, realizing he'd sat down awkwardly close in his relief. His boots squeaked uncomfortably loud against the ground, and if that wasn't a metaphor for his existence he didn't know what was.
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 12:35 pm
Chel scoffed and said, "Yeah well you don't seem to have much trouble with it. You were awesome." She wiped her nose, feeling like it was bleeding or something when it wasn't. "Really? The first one?"
She flopped back down onto the ground contemplating her existence. That meant she'd just lost to a guy who never won against anyone. She was lower than low. "Sucks to be me then."
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