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 Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 6:38 pm
As arranged on twitter, Chel was waiting around in the training grounds, hovering near a hay bale that she later threw herself on. She felt awkward having to be a full hunter without her weapon. Two runic daggers was not going to make a great impression.
At the very least she'd been keeping up with her workouts and using runic bows when they allowed her to use them. For the most part she had to stick with improving with daggers. Her real fear was that when she got Tenebrae back, she wouldn't know how to use him anymore.
< I am beginning to wish you might kill yourself so that I might at least be of use to someone. You're wasting my time, you know. >
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 7:09 pm
Gretchen arrived on the scene as fresh faced and eager as one might expect from a rookie right out of a pod. "Hello!" Pink hair, it had to be the girl tha'd taken her up on her offer over twitter. How many pink haired girls could their be on the island? At the moment there was only one on the training field, so that, at lest, raised her chances of being right considerably. "I'm Getchen, we spoke on Twitter." There was a very faint lit to her voice, making it not question, but semi apologetic on the off chance this was not the hunter she was looking for. It would become immediately obvious upon first glance that Gretchen was not like the rest of her peers. It wasn't the rolled up jeans for the sporty flats she was wearing, and certainly not the quoted t-shirt. It was the prosthetic leg that took up her left side from the knee down. Eye catching for the chrome fairing she'd fitted it with, but it didn't seem to slow her down much.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 8:59 pm
"Eyyy," Chel said, looking up from her phone and shoving the device in her pocket. "Nice to meet ya and all that s**t."
It wasn't until Chel properly waved that she realized Gretchen was different. At first she thought the girl was wearing some kind of cool leggings, but then she realized it was in fact a separate leg. "Yo you're like part robot that's ******** amazing." She stood from the hay bale and added, "Oh I'm Chel, by the way."
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 6:51 am
Gretchen laughed as she stopped short of the other girl and turned her hip to rotate her leg, showing off the hardware. The front plate was mirrored chrome, the back matte black, and there were precision designs cut into both to show hits of the central post within. "My mom used to call me bionic." A hand was offered up as she straightened again. "Nice to meet you Chel. Thanks for this."
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chiickadee rolled 1 20-sided dice:
19
Total: 19 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 5:44 pm
"Call me jelly; I wanna be part robot." Chel was examining the leg when the hand was flung in front of her face. Right, right. Shaking hands. "Dude no problem. Welcome to the shithole."
Her bracelet began beeping and Chel rolled her eyes. Yeah, yeah.
She pulled her daggers out of her belt (if Gretchen was keeping score she'd notice they weren't summoned like most weapons) and struck a stance that had a semblance of readiness. "How much fightin' experience you got?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 6:05 pm
"It looks badass, but the rehab is killer." She chuckled, taking Chel's hand and giving it a firm shake, that sort of stuttered a bit at the end when the bracelet beeped at her. She blinked, looking down at it was obvious curiosity before weapons appeared and Devika gave her a mental prod to pay attention. "Ah," she smiled sheepishly, backing up a few steps. "Not much at all." Or any. There was a soft flash of purple, and a long, metal tipped bo staff appeared in her hands. She held it a little awkwardly, not quite sure what she was doing, but with a little "gentle" direction from her partner the Death had taken on reasonable impression of a ready stance. "Don't have to take it easy on me though, I'm not that breakable."
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chiickadee rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 6:29 pm
"Not much" meant "nearly none" with the way the girl held her bo staff. Chel didn't usually like to brag, but after being at deus for almost 2 years, she could tell when someone felt comfortable with their weapon. It was a certain confidence in the stance that Gretchen lacked; one that Chel, at the moment, lacked as well.
Damn she missed her bow.
Between the beeping bracelet and the distraction from the bow, Chel held up her daggers protectively. "Nah, I won't go easy. ********' stupid givin' you an advantage when I'm ********' crippled." She flashed Gretchen a grin and added, "But show me what yer workin' with first."
HP: 50/50
DMG: -- (defending self for 4)
Charge: 1/3
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 8
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 7:33 pm
Gretchen grinned. "Crippled, she says to the one legged girl." It didn't seem to bother her, Gretchen had never liked the term applied to herself. Or handicapped for that matter. Made it seem like she was incapable, fragile, broken. She wasn't. She was just different. ( Ssstrike, do not hesitate in.) Jumping as if startled, the grin slipped as Gretchen launched into movement, bringing the bo staff around fairly club like towards the other woman. It wasn't pretty, and she winced as it made contact. Devika gave a satisfied hiss at the first taste of delicious Fear. HP: 40 DMG: 4 CHG: 1/3
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chiickadee rolled 1 8-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-8)
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 7:43 pm
Chel's own face cracked a grin. "Oh s**t! You're totally right man." She laughed at the irony, knocking off Gretchen's hit like it was nothing.
"Hey c'mon- I said I wouldn't go easy so why you hittin' me with this weak s**t?" It was a taunt said in good nature. Chel wanted her to push to be better rather than true malice. "Hit me man!"
HP: 50/50
DMG: -- (defended for 6)
Charge: 2/3
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 8
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 8:15 pm
It didn't seem as if the fake leg slowed her down any. Gretchen had worked hard for it not to. She could move nearly as good as any normal person, for the most part, and what she lacked in maneuverability on her left side she made up for by compensating with her right. "Trying!" It came out a little harsh, a little impatient. It wasn't exactly easy taking a swing at someone when they were being nice to her, not yet anyways. She adjusted her grip on the bo staff, edging closer, and tried for a sharp jab at the other girl's stomach with the end. HP: 40 DMG: 3 CHG: 2/3
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chiickadee rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 4:52 pm
Chel was admittedly impressed by Gretchen's range of movements. Despite her willingness to make it difficult for Gretchen, she hadn't been expecting the normalcy of the leg.
The sharp jab came, but it never connected as Chel grabbed the end and used Gretchen's momentum against her; the bo staff was aimed back into Gretchen's stomach against her.
"Gon have to try harder man." Another grin and Chel continued casually, as though they were having tea or seeing each other in passing. "How long you been here?"
HP: 50/50
DMG: 4
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 1
Total: 3 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 6:28 pm
The impact of staff against her stomach pulled a startled grunt from the trainee. She might have had the mobility, but it was rather apparent she didn't have the skill required to proficiently wield the weapon now in her possession. "Ah," she had to think about it a moment. "Couple of weeks now." Not long, but long enough to have lost track of the number of days. It was an ill aimed swing that came next, the end of the staff sailing harmlessly past Chel's arm and into the ground. "s**t." HP: 36 DMG:- CHG: 2/3 chiickadee oops, I spelled your name wrong when I tagged this. x.x
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chiickadee rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 8
Total: 17 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2015 9:29 am
"Mm," Chel agreed, "Not long at all then, yeah?" She swung her daggers in a way that almost seemed like a background motion. She was having a casual conversation and the weapons dodging was second. "I been here a few years so don't feel too bad, 'kay?" It was no wondwr poor Gretchen was getting such a smackdown. "Yer doin' way better than I did when I first got Tensy. 'Course I don't have him now so-" She shrugged, holding up her daggers to allow a pause for Gretchen to attack. HP: 50/50 DMG: 11 oh my god Chel beejoux apologies for the delay! Thanks for being patient <333
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Beejoux rolled 2 0-sided dice:
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Total: 0 (2-0)
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2015 3:15 pm
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 4
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2015 3:16 pm
Background noise to Chel would come in loud as stereo for Gretchen. Her daggers hit, taking a large chunk out of the Death's shield as they went past so casually, and the girl hissed as she jumped back, putting her staff between them as if it would make any sort of difference. "Th-thanks," she'd pipe up, hitching on a strained smile. Compliments she appreciated, but she still wasn't used to physical altercations being a casual affair that was intermingled with normal conversation. "I try." Then she blinked, head tilting as the implications of what Chel said sank in. "You don't have your partner? How are you not...I mean...don't we kind of die without them?" She lunged, but it was distracted and the staff zipped harmless past her shoulder. HP: 25 DMG:- CHG: 2/3
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