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 Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 8:03 pm
Nevada sent out two very suspicious text to two people.
One being her sister, of course. Sun hunters were meant to spar and damage.
The other being Ripley because why not, and she needed a life hunter to assess her Charge once it did hit.Enoh Love Text to Ripley: Spar at the field please, Don't worry, you have a teammate. Syusaki Text to Alaska: Spar on the field. Bring it on Twin.
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 8:14 pm
Ripley stared at his phone. Spar, with a team mate? Well, okay. He wouldn't have refused anyway, but having someone to tag team the Hunter with seemed like a better idea than taking her on solo. So he got ready, gloves on and coat draped over his arm, and headed to the training field on his own. His coat was tossed onto the first safe-looking object, not really interested in getting it torn, bloody or dirty just yet.
"A little out of the blue, eh?" He asked as he unhooked his watch - Wilhelm's totem - so he could summon his sword into his hand. "Who's my partner, if I may ask?" There wasn't anyone around just yet...and he didn't imagine that Nevada was the type to lull him into a false sense of security like that.
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 8:50 pm
Alaska never responded with a text message of her own. It was a given that the older twin would listen to her younger twin’s demands, no matter how ridiculous or bothersome they proved to be when she was trying to quietly relax in her room before going back out to train or go on missions. Having planned to hole herself up in her room for most of the day, the woman hadn’t bothered to do her hair up in her usual braid and let it all down. The dark, streaked locks brushed her shoulders as she strode onto the training feels, one hand on her hip and the other by her side as she took in the unfamiliar face.
“How quaint,” she noted flatly. “Two against one.” It didn’t take a lot of brain cells to see what kind of configuration Nevada had in mind, and had this been a weaponless fight, Alaska would have gladly smacked them both to the ground, but alas. Turning to the male hunter, she brought out a hand. “Alaska Burns.”
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 5:15 pm
"Two against one indeed! You two against me..." Nevada stretched and smiled at Ripley. "Ripley, this is my twin sister, a sun huntress." She looked around before setting herself up. "Leroy's barrel is extending the closer I get to a promotion and it's worrying me, I wanna make sure I can shoot precisely with him before I start using him more."
She moved to give her sister a full on hug though, "Don't worry I'll try not to kill either of you." She nodded sagely.
"So who wants to go first?" She really wasn't one for explaining things...and kind of eager to start. "You can use any tactics you like, Come at me together...defend each other or defend one of each other while the other attacks." She cracked knuckles..."I want a challenge."
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 5:26 pm
"Twins, huh?" Ripley looked between the pair of them, spotting the similarities and the differences to file them away for later. When a hand was extended towards him he took it with his own gloved one for a firm shake. "Nice to meet you, Alaska. I'm Ripley Crowell, Death Division." It only seemed fair to give his division as well, since his coat was a ways away and Nevada had spilled the beans on her sister's. When he released her hand he leaned back, tilting his head before looking at his apparent partner.
"Brief war council meeting, then? Or just go melee? Lady's choice." They were against Nevada after all, but that didn't necessarily mean they had to work together. He passed Wilhelm's hilt from his left to his right hand, the sword muttering something about tactics and trusting strangers.
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