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 Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 9:28 am
Noemi had been standing around the training field for awhile now. After leaving Milo's room, where the sun hunter had still been sleeping and returning her bedding to her own room, she did things that made her comfortable.
She cooked, or she cleaned. An hour or two would pass by, and then she did some infirmary work, mindlessly helping some of the easier patients, or gathering supplies for rooms. She was still not confident enough to take care of the more complicated hunters with Lex's watchful eye.
And when she was done with that, she had gone to the training field with some sort of intention to do something. Whether it be spar, watch others spar, practice her defense or just...
Work up the courage to do any of those things. She was detriemened not to cry on the field again.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 9:39 am
The days and nights blurred together and if anybody had asked Finn how long it had been since they got back from the most recent mission he wouldn't have been able to tell them. It might have been a day. It might have been a week. He slept when he could but he always woke up drenched in a cold sweat, shivering. The rest of the time, he threw himself into whatever he could to keep himself distracted. Jogging. Infirmary work. Training courses. Working out. It didn't matter what he did. The bite wound on his shoulder, which had healed up quickly enough only to leave an odd shaped red scar behind, still throbbed at times, and itched at others. It was a vivid reminder of what had happened. It was a calling card left stamped upon his body. It drew his attention too often. He was determined to let it go, however. It, among other things, were not worth him dwelling on for long. He made his way to the training field that day with a mild sense of urgency, a need to dive headlong into yet another distraction, something to lose himself in. He stopped at the fields edge, and turned his head to the side, single eye narrowing on somebody standing nearby. He didn't remember that Noemi had been the one to take him down when the infection had surged through his veins, changing him, but seeing her seemed to jolt something in his memory, ( I'm sorry) enough so that he turned and walked towards her, stopping a few feet away. "Hey." He said, by way of greeting. And than silence. No darling, no filthy jokes or insinuations. Instead he just stood there, waiting for her to respond.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 9:50 am
Noemi, for the first time didn't jump as she had actually seen Finn walking towards her. Her instinct was to run, though she didn't think Finn would remember her knocking him out to stop his infection. She laced her hands together instead.
When he stopped next to her, Her gaze landed on...his chest. Not quite eye level, but not quite the ground.
"Hello Finn..." She wanted to say sorry a 1000 times over, she was so sorry she hurt you Finn, because she was sorry that she had only done it to keep him from hurting Milo or anyone else.
There was an awkward amount of silence before she spoke again. "How...How are you feeling?" Ah yes, the most typical question to ask after a traumatizing mission. She knew the answer, but was mostly doing it for the sake of...just conversation.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 9:54 am
Finn smirked at her question, a small flicker of his normal self shining through. Was she seriously asking him how he was doing? "Shitty." Was his immediate response following the upturning of his lips. "How about you. Were you...... infected?" He said the final word with some amount of distaste, making some vague gesture with his hands. He refused to say zombie. He had not become a zombie. He was a living, breathing, person. Becoming a crazed cannibal did not make him a god damn zombie.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 10:06 am
She nodded, "F...Fair enough. I am also....Shitty." She added, mimicking his word. "And restless."
She looked away, gripping the sleeve of her jacket. "No. I was not infected. With anything." She hesitated, "Only...Only had to deal with others with it." She tugged on her sleeve again.
"Do you want to spar?" Maybe she'd feel better if she let him hit her a few times, after all, she had done a lot of damage to him and kept him from biting her. "S..." She was going to say sorry for even asking him, after the mission but remembered that he told her once to stop apologizing and instead looked at the ground.
Very much at the ground.
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Seussi rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 10:30 am
Finn actually had to hold back a laugh at her response. Any kind of swear word coming from Noemi's mouth just seemed so incredibly wrong, somehow. Out of place and completely awkward. Instead of laughter, he scoffed. "Restless. Ya, that about sums it up." He reached up to rub at his face, thumb working to dispel some of the fatigued soreness out of his eye. Her offer was met with silence at first, and then a nod that he quickly realised she couldn't see. "Sure, darling. Why the ******** not?" He summoned his weapon and made his way out onto the field, turning around and walking backward a few paces before stopping and waiting for her to follow.
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 10:35 am
IGNORE THIS ROLL FFFFFFFFF
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 8-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 10:36 am
It was incredibly terrible of her to use such vulgar language, but it summed up the feelings pretty much perfectly, and sometimes...she thought, it was okay to at least say it. She just wouldn't make a habit of it.
"I've...been back and forth everywhere. Cleaning, cooking. Infirmary, paperwork. Any busy work." She moved to follow, summoning her trident.
Her automatic response to a battle was to set her self up with a defense, like Stormy had showed her, like Evan showed her.
She brought Melusine in front of her and waited for Finn to move. He'd get the first hit, she thought, for her knocking him out.
"W..Whenever you are ready."
Noemi: 50/50
Defending: 7
Charge: 0 / 3
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Seussi rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 8
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 10:59 am
Huh. Apparently they had distraction seeking in common, than, though he had to doubt that they also shared a common ground when it came to dealing with other people. She probably still at least spoke to her friends, or spent time with at least one. She just didn't seem like the type who would prefer solitude to company. Finn only nodded slowly in response. He didn't really have anything to say, wasn't the deeply emotional and sharing kind of guy. Instead, he would rather focus on his actions, and on his opponent. She said that he could start, and he did, twirling his weapon once before striking out with a swing aimed to take her at the legs, a favored initial approach of his. HP: 50 Damage: 8 Charge: 1/3 Nyxtsuki Moonx /whispers if Finn won initiative than I don't think she's supposed to roll a defence until after he has a first attack ;;
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 6
Total: 15 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 12:58 pm
Noemi squeaked as she hit the ground, thanks to his Lance? Scythe's swing at her, but she pushed herself up quickly.
She didn't bother speaking or talking or asking anything. She had spent her time with Milo and that was that. She hadn't seen Shu or Oliver or Stormy or Evan. Her main concern had and always probably would be the sun hunter.
She returned Finn's swing with one of her own, bringing Melusine to connect with his midsection and then pulling the trident back.
Noemi: 42/50
Damage: 9 (wtf is this nonsense)
Charge: 1/3Seussi No probs, I'll just ignore it ovo
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Seussi rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 4
Total: 5 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 1:49 pm
It was always a surprise just how hard these small, timid girls could hit. The blow was staggering, catching him on the midsection hard enough to send him stumbling back. It didn't really bother him, however. This was just how spars sometimes went. What did bother him was the shot of pain, and the sudden intense itch on his left shoulder, that nearly made him drop his weapon when he raised it up for another swing. HP: 41 Damage: 0 Charge: 1/3
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 8
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 1:55 pm
Noemi watched Finn's form carefully, and her time in the infirmary had allowed her to start spotting weaknesses or troubles. At least she would like to believe it did.
So she did see his falter with his swing of his weapon, the way his arm? Shoulder? Gave in. But she wouldn't ask him, nor would she hit him there. She swept her trident down at his legs, managing to graze at his thighs and moving with her weapon.
For once, she didn't stutter or wonder if she was wrong for hitting him, just moving, and not thinking about anything was helping her immensely. She wondered if this, briefly, was why suns liked to fight so much.
Noemi: 42/50
Damage: 5
Charge: 1/3
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Seussi rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 2:45 pm
The pain and now constant itching in his shoulder were a complete nuisance, and of course, resided on the dominant left side of his body. His left arm was the one that he used to wield his weapon with predominantly, and to have that taken away from him, to be replaced by an uncomfortable feeling that twinged every time he attempted to raise his arm, was irritating. He tried to switch hands, teeth gritting against the sting of a blow against his legs, causing him to shift back a few steps before he swung. The scythe like blade of his lance caught nothing but air, unfortunately, but this didn't seem to deter him in the slightest. Still, as the silence stretched between them, Finn finally opened his mouth to say something. "Does it ever worry you that maybe you're becoming....too attached to something?" He asked, giving away nothing but the usual empty coldness in his expression, the question an odd one, but something he had been dwelling on for far too many hours. Or days. However much time had passed. HP: 36 Damage: 0 Charge: 1/3
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 10
Total: 19 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 5:54 pm
She lowered her weapon just a fraction as she wondered about his question.
"Si." She looked down, "I am not worried that I will be, I am worried that I already am too much." But Milo wasn't a thing, he was a person. And she was overly attached to the point where she might've felt like without the sun hunter, she was not much of anything at all.
If he was not there for her missions, would she survive? And if he was not there after her missions, would she cope?
"Are you....attached to something Finn?" She swung her trident now, connecting a little harder then she wanted, just a little too strongly.
Noemi: 42/50
Damage: 13
Charge: 3/3
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Seussi rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 5
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 6:10 pm
Clearly this wasn't going well, and Finn could only blame his own distracted thoughts, as Noemi practically leveled him with another vicious swing. He toppled to one knee with a grunt of pain, before pushing himself to his feet and jabbing at her with a muttered curse. " No." He was too quick to answer, before giving his head a sharp shake as though to clear it. ".....Maybe." HP: 23 Damage: 6 Charge: 2/3
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