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kuropeco rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 18 (1-20)
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 Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 1:09 pm
Out on the training field, he stood with his back to the rest of the campus and his eyes focused on one of the testing dummies approximately twenty feet away. He'd been shooting at it for most of the morning, but the arrows had mostly gone to the left and to the right, instead of straight on as he'd hoped.
Maybe it was a metaphor for his life. Or maybe he was just missing because it was foggy and cold outside and he couldn't see very well.
Or maybe he was just distracted. Or a combination of all three. Either way, Chance was still out there, dressed in a pair of sweatpants with stars on the knees and a long sleeved shirt that had thumb holes for him to stick his fingers through, a gray knit cap on his head of curly black hair.
Eventually, maybe, he'd be able to make a decent shot.
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its me debz rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 2:08 pm
TW SLURS IN THREAD"Nice shots," Leslie crowed like the smug little a*****e he was. He looked more like a lump of layers: hoodie, shirt underneath, jeans a size too big. "You wanna try to hit something moving, instead?"
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 1
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 4:32 pm
Chance just turned around and attempted to shoot Leslie in the leg, which kind of worked, but it wasn't nearly as dramatic as he'd hoped it to be (like that time in the Haunted House when he'd tried to stab Hel and had only succeeded in giving the minutest scrape across her hand; how shameful). Still, the arrow whistled towards the shorter hunter with a decent amount of force behind it.
"It's lovely to see you too, Leslie," said Chance lightly, sticking the tail end of his bow in the ground and smiling winningly at the other. "I haven't seen you around for a bit, what have you been up to? Still as charming as ever, I can tell, you're just so thrilled to see me again."
HP: 40
DMG: 3
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 7
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 4:48 pm
Leslie grunted as the arrow clipped his leg, rolling his eyes shortly afterwards. "******** thrilled. Ready to throw a ******** party and s**t over here." He slid in close, twisting his wrist to bring Aleria up and in. "Training, infirmary, mission, rinse, repeat. Always the same s**t. How bout you? Where's your sorry a** been?" hp// 47 dmg// 7 charge// 1/3
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 5:32 pm
"I don't think throwing a s**t party would be very conducive to a good time, Leslie."
The staff smacked Chance across the side before he could continue with the sassing. He twisted away from it and tried to bring the bow up between them to fire off a good - or at least, halfway decent - shot, fingers fumbling to grasp the arrow enough to notch it properly into place. Leslie may have been shorter than he was, but he was also a rank above and being smaller meant, theoretically, he could dodge more easily.
"In the infirmary," Chance answered mildly, as though this was just an everyday conversation. "Got myself into a bit of trouble at the Haunted House, but it's good now."
He let go of the bowstring, but the angle was wrong, and he missed Leslie entirely.
"What, no girlfriend?"
HP: 33
DMG: 0
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 7
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 5:34 pm
Something about Chance always set Leslie's teeth on edge, like a dog yapping at the end of its chain. A small, sad little chihuahua of a dog. "Ha ******** ha," he snipped, expression twisting into a proper lemonface. "Not as a patient," he corrected, taking Chance's miss as an opportunity to retaliate, although not as strongly as his first blow. "Work there. s**t shifts, usually. b***h work, almost always." Leslie barked with laughter, shaking his head. "I've got time for bitches on leave and that's about it. When I'm here, I've got more important s**t to worry about than what some b***h wants to yap at me with." Never mind that his best friends were female. Never mind that he wasn't even sure if he believed the s**t he said. hp// 47 dmg// 5 charge// 2/3
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 8
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 8:06 pm
Something about Leslie just made Chance want to needle him a little more, just to get a rise out of him - which, to be honest, wasn't really that hard, all things considered. He was kind of like a little dog that yipped every time it was prodded, and Chance just wanted to prod a tiny bit more.
(He was probably a terrible person.)
"Yes, well," he said, as the staff cracked along his arm. Chance winced and readjusted his footing, trying to skitter backwards again. "Next time you're in the infirmary, try to make it more interesting, or get better beds in there, because the beds suck."
He fired off another arrow, making a tsking sound in the back of his throat.
"So, in other words, you just can't get any," Chance said innocently. Then he added, in a consoling tone of voice, "That's okay, we can't all be as good as some people in that area."
HP: 28
DMG: 7
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
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Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 8:11 pm
"Yeah, I'll definitely tell that to Sunny, that'll go over real
The arrow got him right in the torso, knocking the breath out of him. Leslie swiped at Chance's feet in retaliation, annoyed more than ever.
"Of course I can get ******** laid," Leslie snapped, riled all over again. "Believe whatever the ******** you want. You are way, way too ******** occupied with who and how I ********, though. I already ******** told you: I'm not a f**, so ******** off with that s**t."
hp// 40
dmg// 4
charge// 3/3
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2015 5:51 pm
"Who's Sunny?" Chance asked interestedly, trying to maneuver himself away from Leslie's next swing. He managed to get his torso away, but the staff smacked him across his feet, making him hop ungracefully backwards as he attempted to redirect himself.
And there it was - that short temper. Leslie was just really too easy.
"It's just sex, Leslie, no need to get all shy about it," Chance said, shoulders lifting in mild amusement and dismissal. "Jeez. And I don't go by labels anyway, so believe what you want to believe. Also name calling never really bothers me as much as it seems to bothers me."
He winked, just to add injury to insult, and fired off another arrow.
HP: 24
DMG: 5
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 10
Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2015 7:18 pm
"She runs Infirmary. Short, blond, resting bitchface. Rules with an iron ******** fist." Despite the words, Leslie sounded almost fond of her: the devil you know, perhaps. But the rage came back twofold once Chance kept running his mouth, leading Leslie to charge like a berserker, snarling and striking with vicious strength. It rubbed him the wrong way, because just sex wasn't possible when it was between two men: it had implications and consequences. The weight of it was a cross to bear, and he couldn't help but resent anyone who saw it so simply. It never really crossed Leslie's mind that it really was that easy for Chance. hp// 35 dmg// 10 charge// 3/3
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 8
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 4:27 pm
He didn't recall having dealt with a Sunny while in the infirmary, but now that he was aware of her, Chance thought he might have dodged a bullet with her iron fist ruling.
He did not, however, dodge Leslie, because the staff came swinging towards him with more force than before, and Chance let out a soft grunt of surprise, laughter still in his throat as he staggered backwards, his head and arms ringing with pain.
"Ow ow ow - holy ******** what switch did I push?"
HP: 14
DMG: 3
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
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Total: 15 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2015 5:08 pm
Leslie's heart thrummed with the adrenaline, content to watch Chance weather his blow. He didn't let the other hunter rest, not for a second. Using his short height to his advantage, Leslie invaded Chance's space, thrusting his weapon up against Chance's chest, the motion tight and controlled. "I wasn't getting shy about it. And whether or not you use a ******** label doesn't change the fact that ******** men is disgusting." (Like he was.) hp// 35 dmg// 9 charge// 3/3
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 7
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 10:11 am
He thought he might have somehow done something to make Leslie as defensive as he was about it. Chance staggered a little under the weight of his blows, wincing as the staff poked against his chest and propelled him backwards several steps.
"Maybe to you," said Chance mildly, in spite of the anger in Leslie's face. "I find it very satisfying, actually, but to each his own, I suppose."
Then he promptly drew back a fist and slammed it into Leslie's face.
HP: 5
DMG: 7
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
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Total: 17 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2015 8:15 pm
Chance's fist collided with his jaw, sending Leslie staggering. He used the force to pivot on his heel, swaying for a second before snapping back, muscles tight as a whipcord. Leslie didn't say anything: there was a rage in him that went deeper than just the surface bigotry. How dare he. How dare he be so comfortable, how dare he be okay with what was fraught with trauma and disdain for Leslie, how dare he, how-- With a yell, Leslie smashed through Chance's shield, Aleria prickling in his hands with cold. "Whatever, f*****t." hp// 28 dmg// 11 charge// 3/3 kuuropii IM REALLY SORRY CHANCE, AND KURO. LESLIE WHY /weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 11:01 am
"So very mature of you, Leslie," Chance grunted out, just before he collapsed down to one knee, gasping for breath as a very real pain shot through his chest, reverberating throughout his body. He gave a wheezing sort of laugh and pressed a hand to his stomach.
"s**t that hurt," he said, and then fell over sideways, completely out.
HP: -6
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