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 Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 10:09 pm
An hour after the last DM Peyton was standing in the middle of the training field, ready and waiting for Taym to meet her. He'd asked, and she'd agreed, simple as that. Defensive training was on the agenda for today, but it could have been anything. It was a level of loyalty that only a select few on the island had earned from the petite Sun, but of that small group, Taym had been the first. Every other time the pair had sparred it had ended poorly. Feelings had been hurt, her's mostly, but she had a good feel about this time. Gone was the unspoken demands between them. That unrequited mess of a crush she'd finally shaken. It was easier now, and yeah, maybe she didn't see him as much as she used to, and maybe that did bother her a bit, but they didn't really fight anymore, and that had to count for something, right? Warrick gave a gruff sigh, and the Sun could very nearly hear the demon's eyes rolling, but she ignored him. He'd always been a negative-Nancy where Taym was concerned, she was used to it. Since it was impossible for the girl to get through a fight without hitting the ground at least once, she'd left her coat in her room. Shorts and her usual combination of bright camisole and baggy tee would do just fine. They weren't white, and that was all that really mattered.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 10:25 pm
Taym, unsurprisingly, showed up in full uniform. He felt safer in it, and any time he managed to foul it up it was just an excuse to do laundry, and Taym loved doing laundry. Never mind the oppressive Island heat, either: his scarf was in evidence, tucked in tightly around his freshly-scarred neck, and he'd fallen back into his old habit of wearing ratty gloves with the fingers cut off, something he hadn't done in quite some time. He twisted Fionnghal's ring around his finger as he approached, and gestured distractedly at Peyton's hands. "Thanks, and sorry for the short notice." He paused, as if wanting to say something more, and when he finally did it was grudging but wry: "I talked to Edith." Beejoux some pre-fight lollygaggin'
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 10:41 pm
Just watching him walk towards her in the long sleeves and scarf had sweat threatening to bead between narrow shoulder blades. She didn't bother pointing out that they were in the tropic, or that it was a billion degrees out. These observations had been pointed out in the past and disregarded, and would certainly be shrugged off again if mentioned. It was easier, and less frustrating, to stick to topics he was willing to talk about. "Yeah? Good luck with the transfer." It was sincere. Praise and motivation were always sincere from her lips to his ears. "If it counts for anything, I think you'll be a good fit in Moon." The smile she wore turned up a notch or two. How many times had he looked out for her? Hell, how many times had he legitimately saved her? In her mind it was a logical step for him. It just made sense. The smile faltered a bit as she recalled a conversation with Otto that had taken place after his transfer to Sun. "Avoid the ******** out of Caelius after, apparently he's not above bodily throwing hunters into walls for this sort of thing."
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 10:53 pm
"He already shot me once," he pointed out. "Getting thrown into a ******** wall is hardly an issue. Anyway, pretty sure he's just going to be glad that I'm out of his hair. I made the mistake of putting myself in his line of sight. I'm just an irritant for him." As much as he hated Caelius, it was obvious that the admission grated him. He summoned Fiona to hand, flexing his fingers idly. "Life will be easier out of his ******** division," he said.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 7:07 pm
"I am just sayin'." A friendly word of warning, because she cared about him. Fiona's appearance was enough to have the dainty Sun summoning her own weapon, though she didn't fall into those familiar offensive lines. Not yet. "So how are we going to do this? I hit, you defend?" Wouldn't be the first tme she'd done something like this for a friend.
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Rejam rolled 1 8-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-8)
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 9:11 pm
"Yes," he said, resigned. "That's the idea, we'll see how well it plays out in actual practice." Self-conscious, awkward; he always felt much the same way about getting into a fighting stance that he did about public speaking: Taym squared his feet, readied himself, and looked altogether like he was expecting absolute misery. The only good thing, he thought dimly, was that Peyton's weapon necessitated close range, and deflecting her would make good use of what little he already knew.
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 8
Total: 15 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 11:22 am
A single nod followed his confirmation, and she brought her twin weapons up in a ready hold. "Just tell me when to back off or stop." Now the smile faded, because this wasn't just another fun spar, or chance to hurt someone that had hurt her. This was a favor for a friend, and this was serious. She darted in quick, wondering just how much effort to throw at him right out of the box. If this was someone else, a trainee, she'd have held back, but this was Taym, and he'd been through just as much as she had, more in fact, and he could take anything she could dish out. So nothing was held back. She gave him everything. It was a heavy hit that had metal scraping loud against metal, and where her spikes slid off the tip of Fiona's blade, they bit into shield and flesh. Warrick gave a dark chuckle, Peyton made no sound at all. HP: 50 DMG: 9 CHG: 1/3 | 0/2
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Rejam rolled 1 8-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-8)
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 1:58 pm
He had the same grim-faced look of resignation he typically had when roped into a spar, even if this one was his idea and didn't involve him hurting anyone. It would help, maybe, if he didn't let the act of violence run away with him. It would help to make some token, desperate effort to keep this friendly. So what happened, of course, was childish, around a sudden and insincere grin: "How's Noah?" HP 45 DEF 8 CHG 2/3
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 6:30 pm
Serious eyes narrowed down at the combination of smile and question, suspicion clear on delicate features, but she answered, if hesitantly. "He's fine. All healed up." She slashed at him again, and the impact of blade against blade was grating, but considering the purpose of this exercise, satisfying.
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Rejam rolled 1 8-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-8)
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2014 11:12 pm
Another grin as he neatly tossed the attack aside, flicking the knife as absently and easily as though he were deveining a shrimp. His attention, however, was already flagging. "You've amassed quite a string of admirers," he pointed out. "Glad you decided to throw one of them a bone." HP 45 DEF 1 CHG 3/3
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2014 10:33 am
That was news to her. Peyton blinked, actually pausing in her continued assault against him, and gave him a blank look. "What?" She had known Noah liked her, or at least suspected enough to do something about it, but who else did he mean? With a thoughtful frown she slashed out at him, teeth gritting as blade met blade. DMG: 2
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Rejam rolled 1 8-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-8)
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 6:26 pm
He disregarded her bewilderment--or possibly played on it, knowing him--and subtly, almost imperceptibly, shifted his footing towards a stance of more readiness. "Or throwing him a bone in a sense, I guess," he needled. "I have this strange feeling that I'd hear about it otherwise." HP 43 DEF 8 CHG 3/3 Beejoux FINALLY SORRY he's being an antagonistic crass jerk as usual good thing nothing's changed here
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 10
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 6:38 pm
"I- what?!" Now she sputtered, turning red. She didn't blush nearly this much when this sort of topic sprang up with America, but this was different. This was Taym. Sadly, he was probably right. If she and Noah and crossed tat line, he'd be one of the first to know. She trusted him, he was one of the few on the island that she told everything to. Never holding back, not even when it was wiser to do so. Erratically she lunged at him, slashing out with those little curved blades and flinching as they struck Fiona solidly. It was a good deflection. "What do you mean a string of admirers?" Pale eyes narrowed up at him as she hopped back. DMG: 5
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Rejam rolled 1 8-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-8)
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 7:03 pm
"Don't play stupid," he chided. "You've managed to accrue at least three, right? I think four," he added. "Maybe five," he amended, "but that one's hard to say." He was being intentionally obtuse, belligerent as he always was, because it was easier to channel his antagonism into infuriating but petty needling than it was to give it free rein here, where he always felt so close a precipice of violence, where he hated himself more with every passing second. It was easier, being on the defending side, but it was harder, too: he felt trapped, oddly panicked, even while rationally aware that he was fighting Peyton, that there were wards anyway. The urge to lash back was rising, and so he bullied her, in the way an older brother might. "How am I doing?" he added, in the sort of tone that suggested he didn't actually want to hear an answer. HP 43 DEF 1 CHG 3/3
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 6
Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 7:41 pm
A snort issued at his insistence that she knew what he was talking about, she didn't. At least not to the extent he was suggesting. Nay, hinting And wasn't that just aggravating as hell? "I'm not." The protest was sullen, features petulant. "I knew Noah liked me, and I guess Ro." She was fairly certain of that fact, but didn't like to look at it very closely. For whatever reason it made her feel guilty, like she should be apologizing for not liking him as much as he liked her. "You're doing good." She'd barely managed to touch him thus far. Which meant she could probably put a little more effort into it. Which is what she did when she came at him again. He wanted a real test of his defensive abilities, so she would give him one. Her small hand cocked back as she lunged forward again, and when she brought it around in hay-maker she expected to feel metal catch on metal. It did, kind of, but only the smallest clang before she'd slipped past Fiona's tip to ram those painful little spikes into his ribs. Oops... DMG: 10 Sorry
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