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 Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2015 12:47 am
Joy was not a violent woman, not really. Brute force should always be the last resort, and a peaceful solution should always be the first choice. But having a weapon, on the other hand, was a whole new barrel of fish. It was like getting a cool new bicycle with all the bells and whistles, new gears, new brakes, new everything. It also meant a whole new learning curve and promised session upon sessions of scraped knees, bruised shins, busted lips. Joy was looking forward to giving Bert a trial ride.
Not a vehicle, the weapon's reedy voice growled unexpectedly loud, startling Joy into yelling "Pakshet!"
Her cry was powered by her diaphragm and it carried across the field. Quickly she clamped a hand over her mouth, waving with her other hand in case the shout bothered the other hunters currently training.cherno astra Yes, hello, Joy is also willing to accidentally teach Filipino curse words.
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 6:05 pm
Leslie whirled around, brows raised all the way up as far as they would go. "English," he spat, lip curled in annoyance. "The ******** do you want?" His weapon was already out: a club with a long handle, crystalline blue and edged with black thorns. Leslie's victim-- a training dummy, may it rest in peace-- laid shredded at his feet. There was a sharpness in his shoulders, giving away his stress. "You here for a spar?"
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Huni Pi rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 7:15 pm
"Close, more like Taglish," Joy corrected with a sheepish grin that last all of two seconds. An ear-to-ear grin that bordered on deranged appeared on her face at the hunter's question. The bladed shovel appeared in her hands as she answered, she glanced down at the remnants of the training dummy, "Were you already heading off?"
She noted the other weapon, at least that one looked pretty straight forward in its usage. She wasn't at all sure how she was supposed to fight with what was essentially a farming tool. Her bonded glowered at the comparison.
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its me debz rolled 1 20-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 7:34 pm
"I meant," Leslie said, slowly, as if speaking to someone dumb, "English is what you should be using." ******** foreigners. Leslie shifted, hefting his club easily, grinning. "I'm always up for a fight," he said, and beckoned. She was just a girl, after all. What harm could she do? Huni Pi i'm so sorry crying he's so RACIST AND HORRIBLE but ilu joy ok /holds her
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Huni Pi rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 7:57 pm
Attributing the sharpness to fatigue after a really strenuous workout, rather than any personality issues, Joy just gave a grin and an, "Okidokie." Calling the spar a fight made things feel a little weird to Joy. Fighting involved resolving a conflict. Fighting involved a lot of intense feelings that she could never properly put to words and used her body instead.
Right now, she didn't have a clear conflict in mind, nor did she have any intense feelings to vent out. (Excitement to practice with her weapon notwithstanding.) Adding in the fact she'd never used a shovel, especially a bladed one, for anything other than tree planting, the balance of the weapon threw her swing off into a glancing blow.
HP: 40/40
Damage: 1
Charge: 1/3cherno astra It's okay, Joy's had a good life pre-Deus. She's due for some suffering.
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 11:02 am
Leslie's returning strike was glancing, too: a club against a shovel was a strange, strange fight indeed. He was tense from his teeth to his toes, coiled like a serpent laying in wait. "Is your weapon," he said, disbelief written on his face, "seriously a ******** shovel?" hp// 49 dmg// 2 charge// 1/3
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Huni Pi rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 5
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 4:08 pm
Joy held her weapon up to get a better look before returning her attention to the other hunter. "Unless it's got some swiss-knife secret compartment I've yet to discover, I'm taking it at face value." And she followed the statement up with a swing aimed at her opponent's face. There was no malice in the extra heft she applied with a twist of her hips, it was just Joy gradually getting into the feel of the spar.
HP: 38/40
Damage: 7
Charge: 2/3
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2015 8:31 pm
Malice or not, she was doing well with it: the blow cut into his shield significantly more than Leslie expected. He hissed, retaliating with a hit that just didn't stick. "Can't ******** believe it," Leslie muttered, incredulous. "This ******** island, sometimes." hp// 42 dmg// 1 charge// 2/3
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Huni Pi rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 5:59 am
Joy could only shrug, not particularly keen on defending her weapon given Bert's less-than-warm attitude towards her. The next swing she made was way too wide and the arc too predictable but the moon trainee didn't seem too bothered by the miss.
"Is my shovel's the weirdest weapon you've seen?" it seemed like a good question to Joy, maybe there were other unexpected types she could get pointers from. Or at least see them in action.
HP: 37/40
Damage: Nope~
Charge: 2/3
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 7
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 9:46 pm
Leslie took a moment to get thoughtful. "The most boring, maybe. There's a bigass ball and chain-- America uses that s**t-- and my weapon was like a plant staff before it changed and s**t. There's guns and daggers and bows and arrows and crap like that. But they're all, like. ********, I dunno. Weapons." He jerked his head at Joy's, and rapidly lashed out with his own. "Yours is for gardening s**t." hp// 42 dmg// 6 charge// 3/3
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Huni Pi rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 8
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 10:19 pm
Graves, the weapon's reedy voice hissed as Joy felt the club carve into her. Joy faltered back on unsteady feet suddenly sinking the shovel's blade into the ground for support. "Heh, you got a point there. Buried bodies do make for good fertilizer. But anything can be a weapon though. Ain't you seen wrestling? Folding chairs and stairs and the ropes as garrotes." At this she leveraged the shovel against the ground, digging up a large clump of dirt and hurling it at the other hunter with a swing of her weapon. Joy was clearly not above the idea of fighting "dirty."
HP: 31/40
Damage: 5
Charge: 3/3cherno astra I, I don't know what's happening with Joy's fighting style. I'm sorry! Joy will totally do Leslie's laundry after this (if he's so inclined)
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 7
Total: 17 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 12:55 am
Leslie closed his eyes and took a deep, deep breath. The shirt had been one Abbi'd bought for him, not that Joy had any way of knowing that. Not that he was going to even say that, too. Instead, he simply clenched his weapon harder with both hands, twisting into a vice grip around Aleria's handle. "You have," Leslie hissed, edging closer with surefooted steps, "a ******** blunt weapon." He wound up a swing, torso twisting, feet planted firmly on the ground. "<******** remember that." He unleashed his blow much like a batter did: with maximum force. Leslie just happened to have a manic grin on his lips as he did. hp// 37 dmg// 11 charge// 3/3 huni pi IT'S OK ~! experimenting is half the battle ok also I'M SORRY JOY
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Huni Pi rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 4
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2015 6:21 am
The Moon trainee wanted to make a remark about ingenuity and learning to make do with what one had. Except the club struck her first and the world suddenly blurred around her. She was pretty sure the strike had enough force in it to shatter ribs and shove bone fragment into possibly collapsed lungs. And of all the places he could have hit it had to be the same place the shadows had clawed out of her. Even though her FEAR shield mitigated the damage to her body, it didn't do s**t in minimizing the pain her brain was experiencing.
Not that Joy would complain, not even as she crumpled to the ground clutching at her side, wheezing desperately for air. She glanced up at her opponent, neither realizing nor caring that they never exchanged names, and instead mirrored the look on his face. He could put the beat down on her and this was good. She would learn from her mistakes and from the pain, no matter how deep it went, and she would thank him for it.
"'K," she rasped, and smashed the flat of the shovel against his knee.
HP: 20/40
Damage: 5cherno astra Aaaaah, finally a response! Sorry this took forever!
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 5
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2015 12:06 pm
Leslie's eyes glinted with a sick sort of glee: there were few highs more potent than the proof of an effective move. It was one that was impossible not to chase, to seek out the sighs of pain in others because he was so tired of his own. She retaliated sharply, and for a shovel it was remarkably effective: a weapon was a weapon was a weapon, no matter the shape it took. Good. She was learning, or as much as a woman could. "Everyone says this s**t, and someone in Sun can probably ******** say it better. But your weapon isn't just a piece of metal to lug around." Despite that he'd thought that for the better part of a year. Aleria never let him forget it. Not ever. "It's an extension of you and you should treat it like that. Guide that s**t." He demonstrated. hp 32 dmg 8 charge 3/3
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Huni Pi rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 5
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2015 9:02 pm
Someone with a stronger sense of self-preservation might decide that it was time to stop, or at least take a time out from this practice. But Joy never believed in time outs because you couldn't do that in real life. You couldn't ask God to stop things when you find your brakes aren't working while you careened down a steep hill that was more pot-holes and patch-jobs than smooth asphalt. (Well you could but that wouldn't do s**t.) This was no different, only replace the act of cycling with fighting, and the street with a much more experienced and evidently merciless opponent. Who all but bashed her face in.
The training grounds soil was well-trampled, and Joy was quickly becoming well acquainted with the surface. But despite the ringing in her ears from the quick succession of brutal blows, Joy pushed herself to keep the spar going. She managed, barely, to rise to her elbows, grass stains on her skin, blood trickling from a broken nose and a split lip.
She wiped at her face with the back of her hand, grateful the Mist hunter was letting her react at all. Bert felt heavy in her grip, her arms felt like lead, the last of her strength seemed to be in her legs. The shovel's handle was braced against her side, the blade's edge pointed at her opponent. A deep breath, then a sharp kick off from the ground propelled her at him.
HP: 12/40
Damage: 3
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