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 Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 8:32 pm
Peyton was humming as she took the stairs down into the basement two at a time. Humming loudly. Singing, in fact, as she got to Americas room. "I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire. Cause I am a champion and you're gunna hear me ROAR!" If America was indeed in, she'd have heard her Sunwife coming from a mile away, so the daintier teen didn't bother knocking. She just stood on her door step, Singing. "Louder. Louder than a lion~" America, come out come out where ever yo are!
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 8:43 pm
"'Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roooooar!" America laughed opening her door. "Hey there Pey-honey, and aren't you a sight for sore eyes." She'd only had a chance to see the other girl in passing since getting back, both of them busy with their own particular brand of projects and complications.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 8:52 pm
The teen beamed up at the red head before moving in to wrap her up in a tight hug. One that was well over due since she and the other's had returned. Then she backed up, catching America's hands in her own and swinging them back and forth with her own. "I am in the mood to get down and dirty on the training field, and I realized that we have never sparred, and how the ******** can that possibly be? So of course I rushed down here immediately to see if you'd like to change this."
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 8:58 pm
America returned the hug with energy and inhaled deeply. Giving the girl a curious look, the girl wondered if Pey had changed her shampoo or if it'd just been that long. At the mention of a spar, the redhead was already tugging Peyton toward the stairs with a laugh, "Damn right, we gotta change it!" She hadn't sparred with a friend in awhile, not after the whole weird yelling thing with Taym, and right now it felt like something she could use. Plus Pey knew to keep things simple and professional, no crazy murder laughs, no bitter admissions of hate, just some good training. Eyebrows raised, she continued brightly, "So how you wanna do it? You wanna fighty-fight or defendy-fight?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 9:33 pm
"I prefer fighty-fighty, if it's all the same. Then we're both getting offensive and defensive." She let herself get pulled along up the stairs, and fell into step beside the other girl when they reached the firs floor hall, arms linked.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 9:43 pm
Bumping shoulders as they marched along all bare limbs and bouncing hair and hardly at like girl getting ready to beat the s**t out of each other, America continued to negotiate, "What about charges? One of mines a healy-doo but the others are like...explodey as ********. They usually miss, gotta say, but still."
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 9:57 pm
Peyton considered, lips twisting up to one side. "One of mine tends to hurt me as bad as it does the person I'm aiming at, if it even hits them. I tend not to use that one as much. Really, I don't mind charges." She'd use her speed boosting one, the one that let her get in close and rapid hit her opposition. It was her standard go-to these days. "Maybe save the healy-do just in case someone actually get's hurt?"
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lizbot rolled 1 20-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 10:00 pm
"Can do!" America chirped as they reached the sparring grounds. Summoning Stryker, she took a ready stance, twirling the shining, bladed ball on his chain. "Ready when you are!"
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Beejoux rolled 1 20-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 9:02 am
Warrick caught the light as he came to Peyton's hands, and she squeezed her fingers around the familiar metal rings. Grinning as America tok her place a little away. "Come at me, bro!"
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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 3
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2014 2:36 am
Moving backward, America snapped Stryker straight out and neatly ding'd Peyton's shield as she tried to keep some space between the two of them. She was far from useless when it came to close fighting, but if America could give herself an advantage, like hell she wouldn't take it. HP: 50 Dmg: 4 Charge: 1/3
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 2
Total: 5 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2014 9:03 pm
Stryker hit, and Peyton staggered back a step, the air knocked out of her lungs by the impact. It had been a little unexpected, mostly because Peyton had not really had a whole lot of experience with ranged weapons that we're projectiles. She hadn't yet wrapped her head around being able to hit something that wasn't right in front of you and still maintaining a grip on your weapon. HP: 46 DMG: - CHG: 0/3
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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 10
Total: 20 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 3:05 am
"It's gonna be tough if we get ya straight on, Pey!" As far as weapon match ups went, it wasn't ideal for an in-fighter who used her fists, not unless she avoided the chains on top of the ball. Do a cartwheel.
No, this is serious we are a serious hunter and we're gonna impress Peyton after that s**t show of a Sun Run.
At least twirl ghoul, c'mon.Stryker had left off a lot of the demands for poses and fancy movements since they'd been severed and rebonded, growing more serious about prioritizing survival over looking cool. It was a good change for both of them, though it kept things a bit quieter, the two more often than not echoing each other as they moved and adjusted. But this was a spar, and one without the tensions that rarely failed to follow one Obadiah Thompson around like a personal pressure field, always ready for a storm. This was a place the weapon felt they could show off.Or at least try to. They kinda failed spectacularly most of them time. But if you gotta fail, at least do it with a bang, right? In the end, to appease him and because she'd managed a decent bit of distance, America jumped high and twirled (but refrained from calling out a sassy one liner) then let Stryker shoot straight forward, its path one that would just barely miss Peyton if not for an abrupt yank on his chain that snapped the bladed ball right into her side. America made an oh well that went maybe a bit too well face and called, "You okay?!" HP: 50 Dmg: 14 Charge: 2/3
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 6
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 8:57 pm
Tough was one way of putting it! She'd expected America to be a tough cookie, she knew the girl was fierce, and strong, and capable. She used to be a Sun, so obviously she knew her way around a fight. Pey had been expecting a challenge, and baby, she got one! But as much as she knew what she had been getting into, the very solid blow of the spiked ball to her chest sent her bouncing across the grass a couple of times before rolling to a stop. "Jesus wept," she wheezed out, borrowing a catchphrase, as she pushed up on hands and knees and then got her legs back under herself properly. "I'm good!" She held a hand out to her friend, taking her time to straighten up completely. It took a second, but when she had caught her breath she mad a run for the red head, feinting left, then right, before clipping the girl's arm with one of her curved blades. < About time.> Shut up.HP: 32 DMG: 3 CHG: 1/3
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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 10
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 4:12 pm
Smiling in relief, America got caught in trying to keep up with Peyton's feints and quick footwork, but it wasn't quite enough to dodge the other girl entirely. Wincing at the sting, America coiled Stryker's chain around her fist and punched the other girl. "Half the time the chain's more effective than the ball," America called out helpfully. Her weapon was not, by most standards efficient or subtle, and she couldn't move with it the way Peyton or Taym could, but Stryker was versatile.HP: 47 Dmg: 7 Charge: 3/3
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 6:47 pm
Another hit had her staggering and she had to shake her head, letting out a hard breath with a half laugh. "Not that you aren't a great Moon, but why'd you leave Sun again?" She hit like a ******** mac truck. "Versatility is good." It was really good. Peyton's small weapons were really great for body work, but stick her against a ranged and she was at a distinct disadvantage. It looked like America was not. Stryker could be used up close and personal, or from a nice safe distance. A quick feint let her clip the other girl's shoulder, but it was barely a glancing blow. Had she been facing almost anyone else she'd have been spitting mad by now. Frustrated with herself, with her own inability to get a decent hit in. But this was America, not only did Peyton know America was a tough cookie, but oddly, despite their playful competitiveness, this didn't count. HP: 25 HP: 1 CHG: 2/3
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