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its me debz rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-20)
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 Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 12:45 pm
It'd be too much to ask, he supposed, to hope for patrols that didn't put him at abandoned bases. They gave him the ******** heebie jeebies: old, worn out, falling apart. It reminded Leslie too much of home and a little bit of Russia, just enough to twist his stomach into knots. All the horror stories about the Sahara didn't really help, too. With his weapon out, he patrolled the perimeter: it had been a small place out of sandstone, no more than three or four thousand square feet. The place had probably been for two hunters. How had they died? The wind howled, and he pulled his scarf higher over his nose, glad that he'd grabbed a pair of goggles at the portal.
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Enoh Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 5:24 pm
Sal was moderately confused, and it showed on his face in the way he looked at the base, his head tilted and his lips set in a thin, curious line.
"Curious." The last time he had been to this base, it had been populated by at least a couple Hunters and now? No body. Not a single person milling about. He had several fond memories of taking someone from the outskirts, snatching someone from their post as easily as a lion would pick off the young and wounded. They were always the best subjects, the ones from this base. They were usually not missed by the original pack right away, and majority were returned before any serious alarms could be triggered.
But it was empty now.
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Enoh Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 5:29 pm
Well, almost empty.
He paused and shifted the sack over his shoulder, and as he turned to leave, he saw something; a moving something, vaguely human-shaped under layers. He hummed behind his own scarves, his red eyes more than used to the wear of the sand and the glare of the sun.
Ah, so there was someone here. Perfect. Casually, the old horseman trailed after the little Hunter, searching for something from within his robes. He produced a long, thin tube and a feathered dart, the latter loaded into the former before being raised to his lips.
He blew on it, hard, but the wind caught the dart, veering it off course from its intended target.HP: 40/40 Damage: 0
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 4
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 6:47 pm
The sound was subtle-- and had Leslie been less jumpy, he probably would have disregarded it entirely. Instead, he whirled around with his weapon out, eyes wide behind his glasses. "What," he said, alarmed, sizing his enemy up, "the <******** and reedy, swathed in cloth and ethereal-- unlike any student he'd seen to date. He lashed out with his club, snarling wordlessly. hp// 50 dmg// 6 charge// 1/3
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Enoh Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 3
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 7:24 am
"Do you kiss your parent with that mouth?" The old pony teased, still smiling as he attempted to duck the weapon and failed. His brow twitched with pain and his arm felt something it had not in a while; the brunt of an attack. How interesting. How annoying. How human a response to a simple dart.
So he reached into his robes again, and picked out a small, fragile looking orb.
"Catch." He tossed it towards the Hunter with all the amicable appearance of a parent trying to teach a toddler how to play ball. The orb, unfortunately, broke upon contact, splintering into small glass shards. The content of the orb just puddled uselessly to the ground, much to his dismay.
HP: 34/40 Damage: 4
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 7
Total: 17 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 3:15 am
"I don't ******** see my parents any more," Leslie snapped, his hackles raised. He was like a small dog cornered: shaking, alert, ferocious, and not at all threatening. He felt like it, too, self-aware and still fighting. (What did he have, if not a fight? Did he have anything at all?) He took a good look at the monster. What the ******** was it, anyway? Too tall, too thin, the proportions all wrong, the fabric reminiscent of-- of some that he'd seen at the tower. s**t. s**t, s**t, shitting s**t ******** ********. ********, Leslie caught the projectile with one hand, horrified. He should have known it was going to explode, or do something terrible. Instead, he got a mystery-mixture soaked appendage and a paranoia about its efects. " Not
(Aleria did too.)
hp// 46
dmg// 11
charge// 2/3
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Enoh Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 7
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2015 9:33 am
"With a mouth like that, it's no wonder." The Horseman replied softly, his voice full of pity at this poor, Orphaned Hunter. Of course he understood that the Hunters gave up everything in order to be where they were; it was still something he could play with, and so he did.
"Not meant to be, little one." Sal said, smiling away until the club caught his chin, jerking his head to the side and ripping into the pale flesh, which soon pooled a deep red down his similarly alabaster neck. He grimaced this time, and reached up to touch the new wound with already blood stained fingers; his jaw hurt, his face hurt, and this Hunter -
"You don't play nice with the other children, do you?" He lamented with a small hiss - talking hurt, but it was really all he had going for him. But he reached for his dart again, shooting it at the Hunter - originally, the dart had been laced with a sedative, but now, due to time and the amount of sand around them, it was likely not going to affect the Hunter; but at least the dart itself could still do some damage.
It was amazing that someone who looked so frail made enough breath to even launch the thing.
HP: 23/40 Damage: 8
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 2
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 8:59 pm
Of all things, Leslie hadn't expected a dart to hit him so hard. But it was laced with something, enough to penetrate his fear shield with alarming efficiency. Never forget, youngling, Aleria crooned, guiding his hand into a glancing blow against Sal's side, that everything is dangerous. No matter how it looks.Leslie bared his teeth at the thing. How dare it offer commentary on what he was. "I don't play nice with ******** anyone, especially a ******** horseman." hp// 38 dmg// 4 charge// 3/3
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Enoh Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2015 7:14 am
"That's a shame." Sal sighed pityingly, despite the hiss as his shield took another - though glancing in comparison - blow. "You must be very lonely." His voice was still low, as if he felt bad for this lonely, violent Hunter. Of course it didn't stop him from pulling a long, thin, pointed bone from within his robes, tossing it at him for a glancing blow.
All the while he was watching the Hunter carefully, as if looking for something that may or may not be helpful.
HP: 19/40 Damage: 2
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its me debz rolled 2 4-sided dice:
1, 1
Total: 2 (2-8)
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2015 4:47 pm
"You don't know anything about me," Leslie snapped, gritting his teeth in frustration. He tried to summon the energy to channel into Aleria, to burn that fear waiting for him into something brighter, a burst of power to use-- but it fizzled. His focus was lacking, and it showed. "Don't you assholes travel alone? Aren't you
hp// 36
dmg// 0
charge// EY2 used, CHL1 remains
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Enoh Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2015 10:04 pm
"You are correct, young one, I do not." Sal gave him that, at least. "But I am rather capable of making very educated guesses. Ultimately, there is no need to know you, in the sense you are likely referring to." His completely red gaze - his dark red irises and his red sclera - widened a little bit as the attack floundered.
"Fascinating. Now was that you own failure, or do you think it was my doing?" He had essentially been tossing science at the Hunter, to see what would stick. It was a combination he would file away for later, because it was interesting, and he needed to recreate it; there was a chance it was nothing but coincidence, after all. There were quite a number of variables to sift through.
"An Island of people, and yet still so isolated." Sal smiled back to the bitter Hunter and his cruel, sneering question. "And I thank you for your concern, youngling, but I can assure you, between my friends and my children, I am not lonely." Though he did spend a lot of his time alone, hovering over his work; but there was always someone around to bother him, which he enjoyed.
This time, when he pulled something from his robes, it looked a lot more sturdy. The packaging itself was thick, and wrapped in dried materials that were difficult to place, and it only took the Horseman a moment to pull something off of it. Then, casually, he underhand tossed it to Leslie in such a way that it was immediately clear he wasn't meant to catch it. Instead it landed near his feet.
The package exploded open, and the contents slopping over Leslie's foot seemed harmless at first until, suddenly, the material began to sizzle. It burned through the layers of his shoe, down through his sock until it eventually found flesh.
HP: 19/40 Damage: 5
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 8
Total: 17 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2015 10:10 pm
Smug, overconfident assholes were kryptonite to Leslie's restraint: he felt his vision narrow, red creeping in around the corners. Humans or monsters, none of it mattered. The type was everywhere, and they thought they knew everything. Ignoring the acid chewing through his sneakers--old, worn through even before the damage-- save for a vicious snarl, Leslie lunged for the other creature, tackling it to the ground and pressing the long, thin handle of his metal weapon against Sal's neck. "Now," he said, eyes blown wide with a madness, pupils blacked out to the ridge of his iris, " was that your own failure?" hp// 31 dmg// 11 charge// 1/3, EY2 used, CHL1 remains Enoh Love IF THIS IS NOT OKAY i can change it biggrin !!! SORRY SAL crying
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Enoh Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
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Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 6:18 pm
Sal let out a gasp of surprise as the Hunter tackled him to the ground; Leslie found no resistance in the tall, thin Horseman who seemed to be made of nothing but fabric. The fall had been hard enough, but the impact between himself and the Hunter caused several small items under his robes to break, making the horseman flinch; his own creations were being used against him.
It was interesting to him just how quickly he had recovered from the fall, once the cold bite of metal pressed against his throat.
"In the name of science, there is no failure." His smile returned in full force. That same serene, strangely pitying smile he had carried this whole spar. Even with the sharp edged threat. "Will dissipating me calm you? Or will you rest uneasy, knowing there is nothing you can do to completely destroy me?" He asked softly, almost sweetly, as he summoned his bolas, swinging one of the weighted balls towards Leslie's face with as much force as he could muster in such a short space.HP: 8/40 Damage: 6
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 5
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 7:51 pm
It was like taking a bag of carpets to the ground, and equally as dusty. "What the ******** do monsters know about science," Leslie growled, yelping at the pain that filtered through his fear shield. "I don't think much on whether or not you ******** live or die." He heaved, fingers tightening sharply around Sal's neck, because that wasn't a lie, but it might be in the future. He'd think about it more now, to be sure. Instead of saying anything else, Leslie just tried to crush the creature, both hands shaking violently. hp// 25 dmg// 6 charge// 2/3, EY2 used, CHL1 remains
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Enoh Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 7
Total: 15 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 8:05 pm
"We had fire long before your kind were an evolutionary thought." Sal croaked out, his sweet and pitying smile twisted into something much darker, a grin that looked as foreign on his face as it no doubt felt to him.
The bolas dropped as fingers closed around his throat, and his own rose to dig in the non-existent space between them. His nails dug under Leslie's thumbs, twisting and scraping against his own skin in an effort to get some leeway; once he had some grip, he pulled. He pulled as hard and as sharp as he could, hearing two quick snaps in close succession before he felt he could breath again.
He heaved in a breath then, already lapsing into the beginnings of a horrible coughing fit; but he wasn't done yet. His hand shot out, aiming a sharp hit to the Hunter's right shoulder.HP: 2 Damage: 9
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