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 Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 7:05 pm
Back to feeling a bit more like himself, Finn had gotten into spending more of his free time on the training fields again, practicing swinging, jabbing, and slashing his weapon around until he got sick of beating the stuffing out of a training dummy. Breathing a bit heavily, his forehead shiny with a thin sheen of sweat, Finn jabbed the butt end of his weapon into the ground, before fishing around in his pocket for his cell phone. Enoh Lovex Text to Ripley: Up for round two? Text to Ripley: I mean a spar, get your head out of the gutter. Text to Ripley: Training field. Now. He stood there staring at his phone for a few moments longer, thumb hovering over it as though he might send one more, before he gave his head a small shake and pocketed the small device. Wrenching his weapon back out of the ground, he went back to work hitting things with it while he waited for the other man to either show up or snub him. Either seemed plausible.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 11:52 am
Ripley was startled from his reading by a series of loud dings, and after a moment of dazed confusion he realized what it was: his phone. Someone was texting him? He scooped it up with a gloved hand, and a thin smirk growing on his lips as his amber eyes scanned the messages.
Seussi Text to Finn: Round three*.
Text to Finn: on my way.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 6:34 pm
Round three? Really? Finn wasn't sure if that meant he was losing his mind, but he shrugged it off without further thought, continuing to hack away at the training dummy with a weapon that felt almost foreign in his hands. Why'd you have to go and change your shape. All these new jutting stabby bits. He mentally complained, stepping back to admire his handy work when a voice piped up behind him, making him turn with a large, cold smile spreading across his face. "I would have to agree with you there. If you'd rather, we could get out of here and indulge in something more enjoyable." He stabbed his weapon into the ground again, lifting his eyebrows suggestively, though he was still sweating enough to warrant him reaching up to wipe at his brow with the back of his sleeve. At the angry comment he shrugged. "Just trying to get used to Trynt now that he's gone a bit more scythe like on me." He nudged the weapon with his elbow. "a*****e says that the change comes with being more powerful or some s**t. But don't let that deter you. I'd be kicking your a** either way."
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Enoh Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 7:01 pm
"Why? I thought you liked pain." Ripley sneered, offering a breath of a laugh as he began to remove his coat, folding the pristine white thing quietly to set it aside for safety's sake. He also began to roll up his sleeves, though as always his gloves remained on. Once Finn mentioned the change in Trynt, Ripley tilted his head to look over at the weapon, searching its new shape. It still looked like Trynt, and yet, somehow, it wasn't, not any more.
He wondered briefly if Wilhelm would also go through such a change...and immediately regretted the thought. He had a hard enough time trying to wield the sword now, in all its simple, pointy glory.
"I've no doubt." The trainee undid the clasp on his watch, causing the black and white sword to phase into one of his gloved hands. "But I need the practice so, humour me." He brought the weapon up, pointing it at Finn in a challenge.
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Seussi rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 7:16 pm
"You would know." Finn drawled in response, eyeing the other man as he began stripping off his jacket and preparing himself for the fight. Finn himself hadn't bothered to take off his jacket, which is likely why he was so damned hot, but belts. So many belts. Unfastening them all was often more work then it was really worth.
Wrenching the weapon out of the ground yet again, Finn reached up with his free hand to lift his hood up over his head, Finn the Human ears on proud display atop.
"Such pessimism before we even get started. You'll never win if you never think you can." He flashed his teeth at the other man in a cold grin, readying himself, though inwardly he was frowning. Did the other man really think he stood no chance at all, or was it all just amicable banter? In his memory, he couldn't exactly ever remember the other man coming out on top...
Okay there was that one time, but that hardly counted.
Hrmmmmmm....Yes. The other man definitely deserved a win after all of the s**t they'd had to gone through on this island. He'd even been beaten by a midget, once! That couldn't do a guys ego any good.
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Seussi rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 7:21 pm
The cogs in Finn's mind were turning as he stepped forward. Ripley really did need a win, but if he was going to let him have it, he was going to have to make it look good. Tired and hot as he was, Trynt assured him that, in comparison to the other man, they should have no problem defeating him at all. But the moon intermediate had already decided to take a fall. For his friend. For the stupid b*****d's sense of self-confidence, and perhaps, to make up for that small incident in the infirmary where he had inadvertently pissed the other man off. But it had to look good. It couldn't be obvious. And because of that, Finn didn't really hold back too much with his first swing, the curved blade of his weapon slicing through the air and straight at it's target with barely any relent, though it's wielder was still careful not to give it his all. Damage: 5 HP: 50
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Enoh Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 4
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 7:43 pm
Ripley only smirked. "Alright, Thomas." Sure, it was the wrong little engine, but hey, it was close enough to serve his purpose. It didn't matter that he was being pessimistic; even by facts and history alone, it was clear who would be the winner here. Had Finn still been a first level trainee, it may have been a little more even in his head, but as it stood...
< It's just practice. > Wilhelm reminded him, piping up as he tended to whenever he felt it was necessary, like an ever-present guardian angel. One that had seen him at his best, and near his worst, and everywhere in between. It was almost a romantic notion, had it not been creepy to share his head space. Finn took the first swung, forcing Ripley to drag Wilhelm up, trying to block the attack, but with Trynt's new spikes it was too easy to misjudge, and a few of his points ended up grazing his bare forearms.
"What? No bets this time?" Ripley tried to sound surprised, honestly he did, but he fell short, especially once he realized that he could, essentially, be shooting himself in the foot with his snark. Again. He pushed forward, shoving Trynt - and Finn - away from him, which gave him enough space to swing again at his opponent's arm, trying as always to make it difficult to wield such a large weapon..
HP: 35/40 Damage: 5
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Seussi rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 8:22 pm
Bets? Finn's interest was suddenly piqued to the point that he considered completely abandoning his ploy to purposefully lose against his friend. Damn, Ripley just had to tempt him, didn't he? His one true weakness, his need to not just win a spar, but the prize that could come with it. Control, maybe a chance to manipulate. Ian and Jack had both fallen prey to Finn's dealings, but a chance to add Ripley to that list had never come up. "What did you have in mind?" He asked, distracted, and genuinely caught off guard when Ripley retaliated, his blade striking Finn's arm hard enough to make his whole stance drop, his knees bending as he gritted his teeth in refusal of letting his grip on his weapon go. Carelessly, he made a mock jab towards Ripley's feet as though he thought to try tangle them in Trynt's spiky barbs and knock him on the ground. HP: 45 Damage: 0
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Enoh Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 8:34 pm
"Nothing." Ripley replied, which was far from the truth; he often had a lot of things in mind, especially in regards to Finn and his antics. However, he knew better than to make a bet with the other man; after all, he had seen what happens when someone made a bet and lost it.
"I'm not that stupid." As he said that though, he realized that Trynt was being swung at his feet, which was enough to make him scramble backwards a lot less gracefully as he would have wished. Wilhelm was swung again, this time trying to hit Trynt directly in an attempt to keep him off balance, and away.
HP: 35/40 Damage: 1
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Seussi rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 5
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 10:48 pm
"Liar." Finn smirked, backing away a few paces when Ripley gave Trynt a smack with Wilhelm, wincing away from the blow as if it had hit him harder then it really did. If Finn was going to lose this fight, Ripley really needed to step up his game a bit. This was borderline pathetic and they'd only just gotten started. "There's something you want, there must be. What are you so afraid of, hm?" He stepped forward again, swinging his weapon to strike back, aiming to retaliate by striking at Ripley's sword wielding hand if he could manage. HP: 44 Damage: 3
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Enoh Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 5
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 9:16 am
"The only thing I want, I can't have." Ripley's gaze was elsewhere, focusing on Trynt and the way the weapon was being swung. He was trying to figure it out, listening to the murmured whisperings of Wilhelm as the sword tried to help him out, though it was clear he was just as new and awkward at this as his wielder. Between the two of them he managed to get out with only a scratch to his wrist, but nothing that would stop him just yet. When he retaliated he went for Finn's feet instead, finding an opening between Trynt's swings. He did, thankfully, have enough ability to multi-task to continue listening to Finn's little taunt, and to respond in kind.
"The inevitable, naturally." He knew he wasn't going to win this, and it would be silly to make a bet because of that.
HP: 32/40 Damage: 3
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Seussi rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 9:39 pm
Finn was going to follow up with another quick slash, but hesitated at Ripley's words, surprised by them. Ripley wanted something that he couldn't have? Instantly, the moon trainee's mind wanted to delve into work on figuring out just what that could be, without actually having to ask, because where was the fun in that? He wondered, instantly, if it had something to do with his family, the ones that he had seen the other man pull the plug on, thanks to Wonderland's memory prying and shameless display of said memories for anybody to see. But as soon as his mind touched that subject, it instantly recoiled. He had seen Ripley cry. He had comforted him, in a rare moment of kindness, of actually caring about somebody other then himself. It was a moment that he would actually rather forget ever happened, and so, he shut it down. He didn't really need to know what Ripley wanted and couldn't have. That s**t might be too damn deep, and Finn wanted no part in it. "Aw, Ripples, I already told you. You can have me anytime you want." It seemed better, at this point, to fall back on his usual habits of innuendos and insinuations, jumping back as Ripley landed a blow on one of his ankles, with a slash that stung and tingled it's way up Finn's leg to his knee, making him clench his teeth. "Come on, seriously? Not even a little bet?" Finn feigned a swing with the large, curved and bladed end of his lance, before spinning it around and jabbing at Ripley's gut with the spiked, butt end instead. HP: 41 Damage: 1
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Enoh Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 6
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 9:49 pm
"Oh, I know." Ripley grinned at his friend, wide enough to flash his pearly whites. "All I have to do is whistle, and you'll come running." He teased, his gaze dropping down just in time to see the swing of the blade, his reflexes making him take a step back; a second step was taken once he realized the blade was merely being spun around. He supposed he was lucky to only feel a very small point of impact, though he would have preferred none at all.
Finn seemed pretty insistent on the whole bet thing, though.
"Fine." The trainee relented, sighing heavily. "Loser buys the winner dinner?" He suggested, swinging Wilhelm towards one of Finn's hands, still half-assed trying to disarm him. The bet he offered seemed rather harmless, right? He was also pretty sure he'd be the loser anyway, so having to pay for dinner would really be the least off-putting thing he could be made to do.HP: 31/40 Damage: 3
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