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bipolar bee rolled 1 20-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-20)
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 Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 2:01 pm
Sasha stood on the training field, deftly braiding her hair. It was going to be a long, boring day on the dummies again, she just knew it. Unless today was her lucky day.
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lizbot rolled 1 20-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 11:22 pm
It was totally her lucky day.
"Hey there, pretty miss! It's Sasha right?" America had actually just been passing by the fields, on her way to take a look at the Sun's costume closets for a little project, but the sight of the other girl's lonesome little figure on the training fields drew her in. She'd been hoping for more spars, and maybe this new-old hunter could show her something interesting. The costumes, and their general purpose, could wait a few hours.
"You waiting for someone? If not, are you up for a spar with me?" She grinned, eyebrows raised in a pleased come on, play with me.
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bipolar bee rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 1
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 6:50 am
Sasha nodded, a smile on her face as she quickly finished plaiting her hair. It was tossed over her shoulder carelessly.
"America, yes, I remember you. From the slumber party, wasn't it?"
Of course it was.
Sasha didn't know what sort of weapon America had, but she wasted no time in getting in close where she was far more effective and deadly. Nona was summoned, silver curves flashing with deadly intent.
The backsides of the swords were rapped on either side of America's hips, but Sasha didn't immediately retreat once her attack was finished.
HP: 50/50
DMG: 4
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lizbot rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 8
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 12:57 pm
Stryker was out and between them in a flash, the blades of the large metal ball causing damage by simple vicinity and startling America into a pleased grin, "Well, well, well, aren't you quick on the draw." She winked at the other woman and tried to slide back into a better position to create bit of distance. "And yes, I am indeed America Jones, pleased to make your reacquaintance." Her eyes flickered to the hooks and darn if those things couldn't make for a nasty attack, they were pretty enough, but were definitely at odds with the sweet appearance of girl in front of her. HP: 36 Dmg: 4 Charge: 1/3
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bipolar bee rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 4
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 1:11 pm
Sasha hadn't been expecting the spiked ball - it was such a strange weapon, but Sasha could appreciate that, as Nona wasn't the most typical, either. The wink was met with a narrowing of Sasha's eyes, though a toothy smile remained plastered on her face. "Pleasure's all mine," Sasha replied softly, as she circled America, swinging out in an attempt to knock the other woman off of her feet with the hooked end of Nona's blade. HP: 46/50 DMG: 5 CHG: 2/3
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lizbot rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 1:17 pm
"Well, I am a treat," America agreed modestly and then she was hissing as Sasha slipped through her guard to deliver a sharp, painful blow nearly knocked her leg out from under her. It was enough to have have her stumbling back, her own counter flying wide.
This was definitely not gonna be an easy win.
Forcing her body into a loose, confident stance, America cocked an eyebrow at the woman and gave a small nod, joking demeanor gone.
HP: 31
Dmg: nope ~
Charge: 1/3
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bipolar bee rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 8
Total: 15 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 1:25 pm
Sasha tried to keep things light, she really did - but the confidence that came so easily to the other woman struck a chord in her. Confidence had been something that hadn't come easily to Sasha, and seeing it in someone so fresh-faced and pretty made Sasha feel a little less. Her expression schooled into something almost refined, Sasha attacked again. Her movements were rapid and orchestrated, very matter-of-fact. She wanted to maim, she wanted to mark, she wanted to hurt America as much as the other girl's confidence hurt her. But she wouldn't. "I don't like to use charge attacks in spars," Sasha's voice was breathy and sweet, though it held an edge of sharp black steel. "And I really do prefer to stop before one of us ends up in the infirmary." HP: 46 DMG: 9 CHG: 3/3
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lizbot rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 1:33 pm
The attack was solid, swift, and would be ruthless if not for the control behind it. America tried to counter but the movement was just as quickly aborted, letting Stryker extend too far felt dangerous, despite the woman's words. The comment had her nodding again, expression serious, "They've taken care of that, there was a death...of sorts. But I'll hold off, mine's a bit destructive even with the dampener thing."
HP: 22
Dmg: nope
Charge: 1/3
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bipolar bee rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 10
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 1:39 pm
There was a serious look of surprise on Sasha's face, and she paused long enough to explain her ignorance on the subject. "I've been off-island for... quite some time. On a mission. I wasn't aware things had changed." The truth of the matter was that she hadn't cared to find out. There had been other, more pressing issues at hand. Sasha attacked again, lashing out with Nona's hooked end. "Do you need a break?" There was forced concern in Sasha's voice. HP: 46 DMG: 6 CHG: 3/3
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lizbot rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 4
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 2:23 pm
"Rep killed Shiloh in an ugly fight they called a spar. They managed to bring Shy back so Scotland got to live too. Was a fair bit of drama, but everything worked out on the end." America shrugged, the main thing she'd learned from it all was to keep s**t from getting so personal that someone was willing to kill you. Politics.
The weapon caught and dragged at her side. Going against Nevada and Otto had left her hurting a fair bit after, but neither of their weapons seemed made for sheer pain like this one. The girl didn't bother to hide her grimace, just took and shook her head as she tried to ready herself again. "No point in it if I get to rest easy, thanks all the same." There was a wry twist to her mouth and tone, distaste for the offer clear.
"Off island for that long, huh?" She didn't bother for cautious distance again, instead gripping Stryker and simply punching the other girl with him. "Welcome back."
HP: 16
Dmg: 6
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bipolar bee rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 10
Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 2:32 pm
That brought a genuine laugh forth, the sound rusty and harsh. Of course it would have been Rep, of all people on the island. She should have just assumed it was him, being as reckless as he always was. Tears of mirth threatened, and it was only America's attack that whipped Sasha back into focus. Sharp focus. Nona's blades were relentless, sharp and stinging as they sang through the air. The hooked tips shrieked towards America, and Sasha looked incredibly pleased with her own performance. "Thank you, America," Sasha trilled softly, "it's so very good to be home." HP: 40 DMG: 10
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lizbot rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 2:43 pm
It was the laugh, the pleased smile coupled with vicious gleaming blades, the soft sweet voice...those were the things that thrilled down America's spine announcing danger more than the attack itself. She was left sprawled in the dirt from the force of it but where she'd normally try to counter, get in a good final strike, America flung Stryker out and while the motion barely grazed the other woman, it was enough to bring her back to her feet.
This was not someone she could stay down around.
HP: 6
Dmg: 1
HP: 6
Dmg: 1
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bipolar bee rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 10
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 3:43 pm
America's attack was more of an annoyance than anything, and in the heat of battle like this, up against a stranger - it was easy to forget that promises the she'd made to herself. It was easy to lose herself in the heat of battle, even though it really wasn't battle. Just a friendly spar. Sasha laughed again, the sound a little hollow, and she bared her teeth in something that couldn't quite be considered a smile; a little too vicious to be friendly. She attacked again, those hooks roaring towards America. Hungry, hungry, hungry. Sasha lashed out, aiming to hook them over America's shoulder, to bring the other woman down again simply because she could. HP: 39 DMG: 8
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 7:36 pm
And down she went, the alien feeling of her fear shield shattering leaving her shocked on the ground. She hadn't felt physically vulnerable like this since the Sahara fight, but unlike then, this wasn't hopeless nor anything to simply give in to. America staggered and fumbled gracelessly to her feet but when she pulled herself up there was no ounce of humility or uncertainty. "You're good."
More than good. The dampeners had to have weakened that last attack and beyond that she hadn't even used her charge. The other woman had held back, and not in the friendly was Otto had, no this was something else entirely.
"We'll do this again, sometime." It wasn't a request and America was grinning again, teeth barred and eyes wary but unafraid. She liked winning, but she appreciate a good a measuring stick all the same. This woman was not going to be a friend, she was not going to be trusted, but she'd be a motivating enough goal to meet and exceed. Good was nice, but better was what she always reached for.
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 8:26 am
Sasha's first response to America was an unbidden, "I know." She paused then, easing her lips into a smile and following that matter-of-fact statement with a softer and kinder, "Thank you, America." It was probably expected of her, and Sasha was still trying very hard to react in ways that society might consider normal - not because she wanted to be normal, but because she wanted to come across as being as non-threatening as possible. "I look forward to it," she continued, an obvious dismissal of sorts. America had been weighed and found quite lacking. Sasha couldn't help but feel a little smug, though no outward sign of the emotion colored her features. That confidence hadn't gotten her very far, and Sasha had come out on top. "It was nice seeing you again. You take care." Sasha turned her back on the girl. The weight behind the action was small but it was there. America was not considered a threat or a danger.
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