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kuropeco rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 8 (1-20)
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 Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 6:50 pm
He hadn't wanted to leave Shiloh alone, but the truth was that he needed to do something physical, anything, something to keep him from sitting around all day. Granted, that sitting around was something Ian wanted to do, and it was something he was going to do with Shiloh still recovering slowly; but at the same time, the physical exercise was necessary.
So Ian was down at the training grounds early one morning, dagger out, dressed in a black tank top and sweatpants. He was "battling" one of the dummies currently, though it was rather pathetic, if he were being entirely honest with himself.
(Note: He wasn't.)
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Molten Tigrex rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 6:53 pm
The good news was, Ian wasn't alone in his assessment that he still looked pretty good in sweats.
The bad news was, Ian wasn't alone.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 6:58 pm
Ian stepped forward, swung an arm - and the dagger - forward, overbalanced, and stumbled several awkward steps forward and nearly falling on his face before he managed to catch himself again. He straightened, readjusted his footing, and took a small breath as he turned around.
To find the field slightly more occupied than it had been approximately five minutes prior.
"Oh," said Ian, and smiled. "Morning."
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 7:19 pm
"Hi~!" Pandora smiled back, although it was arguable she had been smiling since before Ian had noticed her. At what, it was probably best not to speculate...
"Only problem with the dummies," she observed, glancing at the well-worn training targets, "They're a little unrealistic. They don't run."
She brightened up again suddenly as she looked back at Ian, twirling a glowing revolver that had not been in hand a second ago. "Fancy a spar?"
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 6
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 7:46 pm
Ian gave a little laugh. "Yes, well," he said, casting a glance at the dummies again. "They're not exactly the best thing to practice on, though I suppose it could be worse. I could be practicing on trees, though I can't really see what difference that would be..."
He eyed the gun in her hand a little warily, and then smiled and said, "Sure, as long as you don't mind me fighting with this," he added, waving the dagger in front of them. "Not really sure how well it'll stand up against a gun, but we'll see."
And with that he leapt towards her.
"I'm Ian, by the way."
[ HP: 40 / 40
DMG: 7 ]
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