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 Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 6:51 pm
He was on the training fields, again, even though it wasn't his favourite place to be. Today in the infirmary had been awful-- and god, it just was the ******** worst when Jack wasn't around to give him better s**t to do besides dealing with literal s**t-- and he had some stress to burn out. Aleria in hand, Leslie dug his stave into the ground and used his momentum to swing around it, kicking the dummy in its stupid, happily painted face. It was so much better when he had someone else to fight. "What you staring at, huh?" Leslie sneered at the passerby, even if they ... hadn't been staring at all.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 7:09 pm
Oliver jumped. In fact, he jumped a half foot into the air. His anxiety didn't abate when he realized who it was he had perhaps walked a little too close to on his way between the Life labs and the dorms. He had seen the shorter trainee often lately during his own shifts in the infirmary, but their paths had never crossed so directly. Oliver had been glad of it, rough and surly personalities had always frightened him. But now there was no escape. "Ah, s-sorry!" Oliver stammered, a truly Canadian apology even though he had been accused falsely. Had he been looking up at all he would have taken a wide path around the other teen. He tried to duck his head, but it was hardly an effective avoidance tactic when the one he was ducking away from was actually shorter than he was.
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 7:25 pm
"Jesus christ," Leslie muttered, and used Aleria like a spear: tossed it in his direction, but missing. Ask him about it, and he'd say it was deliberate. "Summon your weapon you sniveling b***h, and spar me. ******** dummies don't teach you s**t." hp// 40 dmg// 0 charge// 0/3
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Grey Dragon rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 3
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 7:33 pm
Oliver jumped again, quickly getting out of the way of the thrown spear. This is what he got for taking the shortcut through the fields, he told himself yet again that it would be the last time he ever cut through here since it always, ALWAYS, got him in trouble. He didn't want to fight, but running away while another hunter had their weapon drawn seemed like a good way to get a spear in the back. His axe quickly materialized, and he swung it almost defensively, like an animal chased into a corner. "I-I d-don't want to fight!" He stammered, glancing over his shoulder, looking for an escape route. HP: 40 DMG: 2 Charge: 1/3
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 7:58 pm
Leslie reached for his weapon, getting smacked with an axe mid way. He grinned, sharply, because this is what felt natural. "Come on, then," he said, beckoning with a toss of his head. "Show me how much you d-d-don't wanna fight." The mockery was deliberate, an accentuated stutter to try and provoke. (Always was so very good at pissing other people off. It was a skill he loved to hone.) hp// 38 dmg// 0-mfg charge// 0/3
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Grey Dragon rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 3
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 8:38 pm
Oliver was very familiar with bullies like this. The advice given, don't let them provoke you. Except there was no good approach for kids like him, if he turned around he would get pushed down, if he ran, the stronger kids always ran faster. It usually ended in tears, and even more taunting. "Shut up!" He was trying hard to keep the nervous stammer out of his voice as he let the axe swing towards the other trainee once more. It built upon the momentum of his first swing, using the natural forces to his advantage. It was easier for a weak kid like him to control the axe's direction rather than wield it with brute strength. HP: 40 DMG: 4 Charge: 2/3
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 1
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 8:52 pm
What they don't tell is that the bullies generally have a reason for why they are the way they are. Leslie pushes and pushes and pushes because someone had, too, always pushed him. And worse. More often than not, it was worse. Leslie laughed through a grunt of pain, countering with the metal of his stave, dragging it along the kid's shield. He was small and pitiful and a sack of s**t himself, but at least he wasn't this bad. "Or what, you gonna send a teddybear army after me?" hp// 34 dmg// 2 charge// 1/3
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Grey Dragon rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 9:26 pm
Oliver hated not having a reply. He hated not having a way to defend himself, even though he was not a little kid anymore, and was stronger than he had been before he came to the island. That rotten cowardly core was still there, and he could not stop hating himself for it. Finally being struck was almost anti-climactic, with Jökul's protection the attacks were never as bad as he remembered from growing up. At least, the physical attacks weren't as bad... Oliver didn't reply this time, he just gritted his teeth and brought the axe around in a horizontal attack. HP: 38 DMG: 2 Charge: 2/3
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 10:41 pm
Leslie caught the axe with his weapon, but not enough to stop the blow entirely. The edge was razor sharp and dangerous, skating against his shield. It served as a reminder that while its wielder was a sniveling sissy, his weapon was no ******** joke. He changed tactics and swung left with the butt of his weapon, trying to gain a little distance. "Nothing more t-t-t-to say then, huh?" Leslie asked, too smug about it. It was always easier when you weren't the lowest one on the totem pole, no matter how you climbed up it. hp// 32 dmg// 2 charge// 2/3
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Grey Dragon rolled 4 10-sided dice:
10, 9, 5, 2
Total: 26 (4-40)
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 5:35 pm
Oliver took the blow in the ribs, wincing. The verbal assault hurt worse, Jökul could keep his body safe but his mind was as fragile as ever. He hadn't started this, why could he not just run away? A heavy rumble in the back of his mind came as though disapproving of his thoughts. What made this fight different from the others since being on the island? The leviathan had seen Oliver spar with unpleasant hunters before, together they had been knocked down, losing every time, but it was better than running away. Even crying and standing his ground was better than running away. Oliver lowered the axe, it's end pointing at the shorter trainee rather than it's blade. There came a couple mechanical clicks, a hiss of releasing air, and then a white beam of cold energy shot from the weapon. The recoil knocked Oliver back a couple steps, but his aim had been good. So good in fact, that he barely harmed the training field behind the other trainee. HP: 36 DMG: (13 to Leslie) (5 to exploded dummy) (1 to a nearby bench) Charge: 0/3 <- Using Y2 Charge
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 5:43 pm
Leslie landed flat on his a** as the blow careened into him and his shield, grunting as he collided with the ground. Super
He got back up onto his feet, not bothering to say anything-- he had to focus. Instead, Leslie charged at Oliver, running past him with his weapon out, but Oliver dodged it so that Aleria barely left a scratch on him.
"You've got to be ******** kidding me," he muttered, gritting his teeth.
hp// 23
dmg// 1
charge// 3/3
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Grey Dragon rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 1
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 4:22 pm
As the other trainee ran past with a quick slash, Oliver heard Jökul's rumbling whisper.
He did as the leviathan advised, turning sharply and using the motion to bring the axe up to speed for a heavy slash. But Oliver's heart wasn't in it, he just wanted to go. The large weapon whistled past, barely returning the scratch.
"Let's just stop, please..." He said plaintively, hoping to back out. Had this been enough showing of strength to make the other back off?
HP: 35
DMG: 1
Charge: 1/3
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 1
Total: 2 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 4:45 pm
"No," Leslie hissed, furious that he was at a disadvantage against such a marshmallow. Against this ******** marshmallow in particular. "We're going to fight until a shield is empty, so you better get used to it, you little s**t." hp// 22 dmg// are u kidding me charge// 3/3
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Grey Dragon rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 7
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2014 3:24 pm
Oliver was used to the mockery, but in a way the straight up anger scared him more. He was beginning to suspect he had overstepped his bounds, successfully attacking back when he was supposed to take the abuse like the pathetic kid he had always been. A little jogging and strength training worked wonders for his physique but it would never change his cowardly heart. The Life trainee swung again, the heavy axe making a wide, almost defensive arc to cover his careful retreat. It was just a step backwards, a nervous glance over his shoulder. He didn't want to be shouted at anymore... HP: 35 DMG: 5 Charge: 2/3
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its me debz rolled 8 4-sided dice:
2, 3, 2, 2, 2, 3, 2, 1
Total: 17 (8-32)
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2014 3:42 pm
Leslie sneered, planting his stave into the ground. Whorls of hoarfrost spread up his hands and coated his hoodie, trailing up his neck and face before fading away entirely, rejuvenating his shield. It was ******** handy. "You gonna run away?" Leslie asked, curious. "What a p***y." hp// 17 + 15 = 32 charge// 0/3, 1 used
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