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Face your demons rolled 1 20-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-20)
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 Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2014 4:39 pm
[[OOC: Initiative O uOb]]
Harland didn't recognize her. He was, at least, 90% sure he didn't; he was standing a far off way, and had summoned Coyote on the training fields to practice his aim with the hookshot specifically. It was dreadfully boring, and he was beginning to swelter in the heat. His duster was not helping, despite being white, and he was resisting the urge to start training in just jeans and a tanktop.
Harland waved at the stranger. Waited to see if she'd wave back. And then he approached. "Pardon me, miss, but I was wonderin' if ye'd be disposed to a trainin' spar? Name's Harland Leander Belle," he introduced himself, tipping his hat, beaming in his usual sunny way. "Please forgive me for bein' so sudden, an' interuptin' your activities," he said, with his muddled Irish accent. Chimarii This seems so random e ue; HOPE IT'S ACCEPTABLE
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chiickadee rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2014 4:41 pm
< Approximate 3.567467% to the left. >
You think I can figure that s**t out in my head? Who do you think I am, Urkle?
The pink haired hunter hadn't been doing much, just pounding one of the training dummies when the cowboy-meets-leprechaun approached her. She stopped stabbing the dummy and took a moment to wipe off her forehead- it was surprisingly hot out here for the normally drab island.
Chel tilted her head slightly to the right. "Yo why're you talkin' like that? All polite and s**t? It's just a fight." Tenebrae, her trusty bow-and-blade was summoned to her hands, and she stretched upwards, nearly nicking him across the nose with the blade.
"Sure buddy. What's your name? Gotta know the name of the dude who's a** I'm kickin'." Playful banter was okay for the battlefield, right? He gave his name as Harland and Chel nodded. "Cool name for a cool dude. I dig it."
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Face your demons rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 7
Total: 15 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2014 6:40 pm
Harland rubbed the back of his neck, surprised she'd had time to ask what his name was. He never needed it asked; he volunteered it as a matter of course. He thought it was impolite to bother strangers, and ergo introduced himself as soon as possible.
"It's a matter of establishin' ourselves as reasonable folks, ye ken?" Harland suggested, with a half-smile at the stranger who hadn't quite offered her name in return.
☆≼She is very unlike you,≽ Coyote said, amused. Harland mentally stared at Coyote. Coyote only grew more amused by the interaction.
"If that's the way the spar'll go, then so be it, I won't waste any time," Harland said, with a smile that even Alistaire may've been proud of. Already summoned, Harland whipped the razor-wire cable around him like a small tornado, and aimed it at Chel's waist, thighs, calves, ankles in turn.
[[ HP: 40 / 40
DMG Dealt: 9
Charge: 1 / 3 ]]
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chiickadee rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 4
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2014 6:53 pm
Chel grinned as the man stepped into a more battle ready position. "Oh honey, if you came lookin' for reasonable people, you came to the wrong place," she said, with a sharktoothed grin. Yes, Chel's domain was the last place for reason.
She grimaced as the hookshot skimmed her still-tender stomach. There was a metallic clang! as she deflected the hookshot away with her blade and took aim at the male hunter. "Ooh, if you wanna play dirty, I might have to charge ya."
One more arrow ought to do it for now. "So what's with the cowboy get up? Going to a costume party or something?"
HP: 41/50
DMG: 8
Charge: 1/3
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Face your demons rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 8
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2014 9:01 pm
He was not at all pleased with the lack of manners, but it was unsurprising. He'd been warned by the others that the hunters were not good people, were not kind, were not patient, were not even remotely well-mannered. So far, however, he'd had the good fortune of meeting largely wonderful people. He'd begun to think it was some kind of myth.
Perhaps Chel was a vision of the truth, a window into the world in which those other hunters lived. "Manners're important to me," he simply replied, with a shrug of one shoulder.
Harland was surprised his hookshot would skim anything, but no matter. He depressed the sheriff's badge pressure plate in his palm, raising his gauntletted fist so that the brunt of the arrow's damage was merely an aftershock through his armoured forearm.
"Please forgive me if I've come across as inappropriate, I assure you it's not my intention in the least. I'm very committed to someone," Harland said, force of habit to diffuse any suggestion that he was playing dirty with an honest reply.
Even if it was banter. Harland wasn't really the type to banter back.
"Why, are ye in costume as well?" Harland asked, his mouth a straight line. He deployed his hookshot towards her weapon.
[[ HP: 32 / 40
DMG Dealt: 6
Charge: 2 / 3 ]]chimarii Battles are so exciting ; u;
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chiickadee rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 6
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2014 10:32 pm
Chel snorted at the cowboy mentioning his commitment. It was no secret that Chel thought commitment was for dweebs. Her last girlfriend had died, so there definitely wasn't any hope for Chel.
But she wasn't going to rain on this dude's parade. If he wanted to pretend to be in love, sure why not. "Costume? Nah. Though I guess I could be dressed as a hobo or something." Chel did not have a scrap of fashion sense.
"But really, if there's a costume party you better tell me, man. Parties are important info." She fired a few more arrows in his direction, dodging the snake-like whip that came her direction. Yikes! This guy was a good shot!
HP: 35/50
DMG: 7
Charge: 2/3
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Face your demons rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 4
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 11:51 am
If Chel had wanted to rain on his parade, he would have brought out the umbrella. She surely wouldn't be the first to try to alleviate him of his delusion that love was real. It was probably important to note he'd just said he was committed to someone, not that they returned the affection. Though they did, in their own way. "As a hobo? Is that a style?" he asked, surprised.
"I'd be voted least likely t' know where the party's at," Harland joked, at his own expense. Harland used the metal plates of his gauntlet to deflect what arrows he could, but it was a fairly painful experience regardless. It's not like he was immune to the ones that did hit him.
[[ HP: 25 / 40
DMG Dealt: 5
Charge: 3 / 3 ]]chimarii Sorryyyy I got tagging blues OTL
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chiickadee rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 7
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2014 10:00 pm
"If hobo's a style, you're lookin' at it," she returned. Chel had always dressed somewhere between a homeless person and someone who was slightly acceptable in public. You'd never see her in anything even remotely formal, unfortunately.
While he was deflecting her arrows, Chel ran towards him, using his defense against him and sliding her blade along his legs. "Kind of a weirdly specific superlative." Then again, hers wasn't much better. "I got most detention or most skipped classes or somethin' like that."
HP: 30/50
DMG: 8
Charge: 3/3
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Face your demons rolled 7 4-sided dice:
3, 3, 1, 3, 2, 4, 1
Total: 17 (7-28)
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 8:10 am
"Oh... so a hipster?" Harland asked, with a half grin. He was reciting something he had learned but not entirely understood, so he pronounced the weird like it was a technical term from a manual or some abstract he couldn't quite grasp.
Harland sucked in a breath and thought how nice it would be to start a routine of some kind of agility training, as if in parkour or gymnastics. Being able to do a flip would be badass.
Especially now, as his legs were being slashed at. He braced himself as he buckled, finding his ground though it smarted.
"Is it?" He asked, not really paying attention as he focused on the fight itself. Whenever he got to about this point in a fight, when he was starting to feel himself lag behind, he resorted to the sort of dead center tactic that he loved so much: coil the razor wire cable back around his wrist, and then deploy it with the sheriff plate on his palm directly at his opponent's chest.
[[ HP: 17 / 40
DMG Dealt: 14
Charge: 3 / 3 Using Battle Cry. First dice hit: Add up remaining dice. This total is the damage dealt to your opponent.]]
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