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 Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 10:34 pm
Steadily, day by day, the human touchstones of America's life seemed to fade back and leave. And it was only for a few days or weeks and it should be a thing. It shouldn't hardly matter. Waking up today had felt, for the first time she could remember, pointless. It was in itself reason enough to seek out some way to lose herself and that feeling in something physical. Something clean and simple. Rep agreeing to a spar seemed like a good place to start, real good. He knew how it felt to lose yourself and all your bullshit in motion; in you, your body, and whatever else was in your way. Rolling her shoulders she approached the park behind the bar, no need for dampeners when weapons weren't in play. Stryker, dissatisfied with arrangement but understanding the necessary, only brought up the spar with Lawrence a single time. "Yo! Scotland! Come out n'play!" saliru if you wanted al to watch ~ !
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 10:34 am
Rep was tired. Not physically tired - Tracey saw to it that despite the work he'd been doing in the arctic his body felt fine and in good fighting shape - but emotionally he was tired. Somehow lately he'd managed to whittle away everyone who cared about him until all that was left was what amounted to an island with Harrison and himself on it and it worried him. If people didn't like you on the island, they were crazy enough that there was a good ******** chance one day you'd reach out to them during a mission and find out that they were unprofessional enough to take out their irritation and dislike in a really ******** fatal way. Melvin hated him, Rin was gone and everyone else who considered him more than a passing irritation was caught up in their own lives.
America even, he didn't see as much as he had used to, he had no idea what she'd been doing in terms of missions and everything else, all he knew was that she had been for the most part missing from his twitter feed up until that morning. He felt like he should catch up, so even despite his inherent dislike of fist fights, he had agreed to a spar.
Tracey coiled and twisted around his thoughts irritably like a shadow. He hated fist fights just as much as his weilder, craving - every moment of every day - the fix of fear that he was so frequently denied. The zombies had only whet his appetite, getting to use his more volatile more personal fear had only made it worse. He resented this arrangement, hated the cuff and always carried a deep and bottomless irritation regarding Marie. His fury was always like an iron bar, cold in contrast to Rep's decidedly fiery emotions. It was distracting, a deep and aching pull, a longing to sink blade into flesh and drink the results that clouded his thoughts until he found himself musing on it more often than other more normal daydreaming.
He'd finished up tidying the bar (something he was still very very bad at) not long before America arrived. He sauntered out to meet her.
It still felt like there was some part of him missing without Tracey's weight by his side, as if some key part of his drive and motivation was absent, hands always felt so feeble compared to an axe, compared even to claws.
"Awright?" he said, inclining his head in greeting, as always wandering around in true douchebag fashion without a shirt, though still despite this wearing every bit of bling he owned, from his sun necklace to the ridiculously oversize sapphire and strangest of the lot, the twisted ornamental dagger he never took off. "Been a while."
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 2:59 pm
Al was true to his word, arriving - he felt - just in time. Lately he had felt isolated, nothing but a faceless shadow in a sea of darkness. It was difficult to feel otherwise when no one needed you for anything. Even now, he was simply a third wheel barging in on someone else's thing. He felt guilt for that, but that too was crushed under the heel of everything else he had been feeling lately. The guilt was a minor sensation and this feeling - this need to feel just a little less invisible was more important.
He dipped his head in greeting, first at Rep and then America, "Hey guys... hope you don't mind?"
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lizbot rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 3:20 pm
Stripping out of her overshirt and putting it aside, America checked her pinned-up braid to make sure it didn't make too good a handhold. It wasn't that she didn't like getting her hair pulled but more that she did like it. Rolling her shoulders, the girl gave Al a friendly hey there before answering Rep's question with a wry grin. "Well I went on that month long mission to Russia and s**t got real as ******** near the end of it. Been dealing with that and doing a lot of mission besides, got promoted you know?" She bounced and her toes, and some of the serious manner that she'd been preparing with dropped aside, leaving her more the girl he was familiar with.
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Baneful rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 4:25 pm
Rep's smile faded when Al arrived. He hadn't checked back on his phone after the initial agreement and had completely missed the part where America had said that it was okay for him to come along. The Sun hunter was absolutely not okay with Al being present. The fact of the matter was that he expected to lose, and though normally losing was a given in his life and something which on the whole was probably more reassuring than winning, he did not want Al to see it.
"Who the ******** invited you?" he snarled at the other hunter. "Come to ******** see me get my a** kicked? Its no ******** appreciated."
Pointedly, he turned his back on Al, snubbing and ignoring him in one mean gesture and gave America a curious look. "Congratulations on the promotion, no so many congrats on weird s**t." There was an odd sense of panic hearing the other hunter's summary of the things she'd been through, he felt distant, out of step. Once upon a time he'd have considered himself right in the center of the rumor mill, but it wasn't as efficient as it used to be, a lot went on that never reached twitter, or him.
He felt old.
"Well, I cannae summon as you probably know." he said holding the cuff aloft. "But, best of luck." Once again he found himself thinking how much he loathed hand to hand, wanting to be capable of doing real damage, to go all out, to have life and death on the line. There was no joy in blunt impact or close range, but right now it was better than nothing.
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 10
Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 4:29 pm
Spreading his weight - perhaps a little too widely because he was used to bracing Tracey's weight rather than just his own - Rep drew up his fists. He didn't have a problem with America, but it was so easy for him to project his emotions onto others. In a heartbeat she was no longer his friend - possibly his sister - any number of things. She became alienation, fear of change, all of his problems and fears.
He narrowed his eyes and swung, aiming of course for her boobs, because if there was something he hated most in the world, it was other people having fantastic boobs.
HP: 50
DMG: 10
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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 4:37 pm
Raising her eyebrows, America refrained from making comments about audiences and performance anxiety, but then he punched her in the ******** boobs. Which, granted, people's eyes often went to first so it's not like a surprise they'd be a tempting target. Such was the burden of amazing tits. "Oh my ********," pulling back she punched him in the shoulder, gasping at the pain, "...********> really, you a*****e?!" There were tears in her eyes and a hint of incredulous laughter,. HP: 40 DMG: 2
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 4:58 pm
"Aye really." he snarled and the tone was a little off, not his usual laid back tone he often took with her, disgruntled but a little soft around the edges. This time it felt a bit more sharp, a bit more cruel and personal. It was so easy for him to slide off that edge, to lose touch with his normal levels of sympathy and concern (which, despite his reputation were surprisingly high) and end up some darker place where people ceased to be people and became ideas, objects, distant from what they truly were.
"You get the easy mode, its only ******** fair sometimes it has some downsides."
HP: 48
DMG: --
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 4:59 pm
Al was smiling, it had been forever since he saw a fight. Especially one with fists. And one between two such amazing hunters. He was ready to cheer Rep on and hope for a few unexpected 'flashes' from America herself.
What he hadn't expected was a snarl and cold shoulder. His smile had gone.
"W-what?! Rep. No. ********. No man. I missed you man." That sounded pathetic. "I mean. We don't drink as much." Better.
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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 10
Total: 18 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 5:06 pm
Stepping suddenly into his space, America swung left into his torso and a hard right at his jaw. "Yeah, Scotland?" She grinned, "Tell me more about this ******** easy mode." Her boobs would be aching and bruised for the rest of the day, but it seemed the pain wouldn't be distracting her from the fight, at least not when he was spouting stupid bullshit again. HP: 40 DMG: 12
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 8
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 5:37 pm
"THIS isn't ******** drinking. This is a private ******** fight." he snarled at Al, refusing to look round at him. "This is being a ******** pest."
He was about to tell America exactly how he felt about easy mode, exactly how easy women had it where they simply had to coast on the back of their good looks, where men would lay themselves at their ******** feet for a cheap ******** when the punches connected. He reeled and spat blood onto the ground as his teeth bit into his lip and drew blood, clipping closed at the wrong instant with the blow.
"What's the ******** point." he snarled. "You can't ******** understand how privileged you ******** are from inside your ******** snowglobe of tits and attractiveness. Just spread your legs and get men to do the work ******** for you. "
And this time he aimed squarely for her face, her smug pretty ******** face.
HP: 36
DMG: 6
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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 5
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 5:46 pm
Black stars danced across America's vision and the world narrowed down to bodies and motion. Later she'd probably lecture on him being mean to Al, who just wanted to spend time with him and watch him be all Badass McLumberjack. But right now it was this. Even as she was rocking with the blow, America's fist was up and whipping right into Rep's nose in a swift, viciously efficient motion. Hp: 34 Dmg: 7
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 5:47 pm
A pest. Al wilted, not that Rep was even looking to see. His voice a quiet breath as he squeaked, "sorry." Then turned from the fighters. He missed the exchange of blows as he sulked away, tail between his legs.
He distantly wondered if Rep closed the bar for this or if there was someone still there to accommodate getting plastered.
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 9
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 6:12 pm
Rep was satisfied as Al skulked away. He might have been guilty any other time, but right now he was twisted up in rage, in pent up anger that he pushed down every moment of every day. He railed against injustice - at least what he perceived as injustice - and let his jealousy and resentment rove free in the corridors of his mind.
Rep had just moved in out of reflex as America's fist met his nose with an audible thunk.
He gasped, a sharp intake of air as absolute agony snaked across the bones of his face like cracks. It took his breath away, sinking its talons into every scar, every bit of thinly or vaguely mended bone that had resulted from incidents before the island or after.
It was almost enough to make him retch, leaving him bent double the breath knocked out of his lungs for an instant as pain spread its fiery wings across his senses. But instinct was strong, even blinded by agony, he leapt at her, swinging desperate and furious, stripped back to all that was raw and animal in him in that moment of vulnerability.
"b***h." he snarled, breathless, but it was difficult to tell if it was directed at America or all of womankind.
HP: 29
DMG: 5
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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 10
Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 6:28 pm
"Yeah, I ******** am," she hissed at him through the sudden, sparking pain, bringing a knee up high, right into his side. "Queen b***h," America grunted through his wild hits, exchanging them with her own. "So how you like easy mode now, honey?" Hp: 29 Dmg: 10
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