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kuropeco rolled 1 20-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-20)
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 Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2015 9:51 pm
Chance did not have his bow summoned this time, but he did have a few ace bandages wrapped around his hands, strange, colorful stains visible on his fingers and a bit on the edge of his face as well. He was dressed as comfortably as he ever was, in star-print sweatpants and a long-sleeved white shirt, but there was a strange restlessness in his eyes that contradicted his normal, mild-mannered self.
He was currently attempting to punch one of the testing dummies, his dark hair falling into his eyes.
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medigel rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2015 11:28 pm
Now Dawson wasn't Book Smart, but he knew about the nuance of words, even though he'd give you a blank stare if you asked him what the hell a nuance was. (A first time seance maybe?) Specifically, Chance had said blow off some steam. So either the guy just had a long day and for some reason thought hitting people was a great way to end it (maybe that was a Sun mentality? yikes), or something had happened since their last get-together. And after the fiasco that was his obliviousness to both America and Horace's situations, he would be damned if he didn't decide to look into it, even if it was nothing.
So even though he was still a little sore thanks to Chris (from last week even, as he had tried to make him step up the game and work out even harder), Dawson made his way to the field at the appointed time in his usual uniform of jeans, worn shirt, and cap. "Fred, m'man!" he greeted, his smile fading with some confusion as he registered that Chance was literally punching the dummy. The color splatter didn't seem out of place--Dawson knew he liked his art doodle things--but the violence did.
"That guy insult yer mom?" he tried to joke, only to belatedly remember Chance hadn't been particularly close to her.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 10:05 am
He turned around mid-punch, catching sight of Dawson's familiar, friendly face, and somehow it was kind of reassuring. Chance swept his bangs out of his eyes, a dotting of tiny stars tattooed above the corner of his left, skin still a little red from the recent acquisition of it.
"Shaggy, hey!" he said, a little breathlessly, and Chance reached out, clapping a hand onto the other man's shoulder. He smiled widely at him, though it seemed a little off somehow, and then lowered his arm again, rocking back onto the heels of his feet.
"What? Oh - " Chance's gaze flickered towards the dummy and then back to Dawson again, restless and unable to keep still. He waved a paint splattered hand. "No, no, I was just trying to figure out if hand-to-hand combat was easier than using a bow, since it's hard to use a long-range weapon against a short."
There was a small gust of cold, displaced air, and Chance's bow appeared in his right hand, an arrow appearing in the left.
"Ready?" he asked brightly.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 10:34 am
Dawson returned the shoulder clasp. "Oh! Yeahyeah, that makes sense," he said with a bob of his head. "Whacking with yer bow prolly feels like just a slap. Though ice still hurts, heh." He was still trying to pinpoint what was off about the guy, though. The energy, Dawson decided. Chance felt like a floater, not like a restless puncher. It suggested frustration, which suggested preferences, which suggested something going sour, which was strange because Chance pretty much acted like things never bothered him. "Yeah, uh, lemme—" He summoned his shield and took a few steps back, inwardly tensing for what he was sure was going to be a short fight. Claude certainly wouldn't hold back with her new Fancy Coat powers, so this was going to be a test of how well he'd do before the captain got to him. "Alrigh', man," Dawson pat his shield, "show me watcha got!"
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 11:44 am
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kuropeco rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 7
Total: 17 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 11:45 am
"I'm still trying to figure out how to use this as a short range weapon," said Chance, waving his bow around in a kind of haphazard sort of way and almost knocking Dawson in the head with it - speaking of ice hurting. "I suppose I could kind of swing it at someone, but that seems pointless."
The other's shield was raised, and Chance took several steps backwards, trying to gauge the proper amount of distance between them so he could shoot. In an actual combat situation, he doubted he would have such a luxury, but since this was merely a casual spar between himself and Dawson, Chance had a little bit of leeway.
"All right, all right!" said Chance cheerfully, and strung an arrow, yanking back on the wire. "Here we go, let's see if I can do this properly - "
HP: 50
DMG: 11
CHARGE: 1 / 3
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medigel rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 12:38 pm
That bow looked nastier than usual. "Oh s**t—" The shield physically flew up from the hit, nearly causing Dawson to fall over. He righted himself with another curse and lifted his weapon up, putting more effort into his defensive stance. "Preeeeeetty sure you still got yer form down, man. Got-damn, you angry at me too or somethin'?" he joked with a wince. Syn hissed with great displeasure at the chill invading him. "This won' last long at all, Jesus..." hp: 29 damage: defending for 6 charge: 0/3
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kuropeco rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 1:12 pm
He felt oddly satisfied that he'd managed to make such an excellent first shot, even if the opponent was someone that Chance liked. He took a step back, shifting the position of his fete, and let out a small laugh, a few black curls springing free and falling around his face.
"Is someone else angry at you?" he asked curiously, and smiled, stringing another arrow against the wire of the bow. "Nah, I'm not angry at you, Shaggy, on the contrary, I think you're a pretty cool guy, and I enjoy your company."
There was a pause, and then he asked, sounding a little strange,
"Was there ever, like, a moment in your life where you felt like, super strongly about something?" Chance waved another arrow around restlessly. "Like, just a really strong emotion about something?"
HP: 50
DMG: 0
CHARGE: 1 / 3
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medigel rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 1:53 pm
"Aw, Freddie, now yer just hittin' on me." Literally. Dawson managed not to get knocked back with the net arrow, but already his arm was tiring. Damn it. Blinking at the question, he shifted the shield to his other arm and rolled his shoulder with a wince. "Uh...well, yeah, some point r' another," he replied. "Why? Someone jerk a knot in yer tail?" hp: 29 damage: defending for 3 charge: 1/3
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kuropeco rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 6
Total: 15 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 4:07 pm
Chance winked playfully in Dawson's direction. "Consider it a compliment, Shaggy," he said airily, but his mind wasn't quite in the whole teasing flirtation thing, even if he wasn't serious about it in the first place. He dragged a new arrow into existence and notched it, frowning slightly.
"I just don't get it," he said musingly, releasing the arrow somewhere in the area of Dawson's leg, trying to get around the shield. "I don't get the whole...friend thing. It doesn't make any sense to me at all."
HP: 50
DMG: 9 - 3 = 6
CHARGE: 2 / 3
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medigel rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 6:44 pm
"Compliment, he says! Doin' his winkin' while he fuuuuuu—" The rest turned into a whimper as the arrow, partially shaved off as it kicked his shield, struck his leg. Hopping on his good one, Dawson tried to shake it off literally and metaphorically, though Syn was alarmed in her reports to their shield strength so early in the battle. Maybe he needed less work on his stance and more on being a mobile target. He planted his foot back down and tried to bob and weave towards Chance. "Uh...what don'tcha get about it?" Dawson asked with some confusion. "I mean ya just said we're friends practically...? What's not ta get?" hp: 23 defense: 4 charge: 2/3
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kuropeco rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 8:52 pm
Chance was doing much better now than he had in most of his other spars, he had to admit. Maybe it was because Asher had changed a little as their bond had grown stronger - or maybe it was just because he was in the throes of an internal crisis and was hitting with a bit more intention than normal.
"What is the actual definition of a friend?" asked Chance, waving an arrow haphazardly and sounding slightly like he had just run a marathon and now was breathless and restless. "Like, what does being a friend actually entail? Claude said friends means not having sex with them either, but I don't understand that either."
The arrow snapped out of his grasp, whistling through the air. Chance pressed his lips together thoughtfully.
"Where is the line between friend and lover, and friend and acquaintance? What's the difference?"
HP: 50
DMG: 5 - 4 = 1
CHARGE: 3 / 3
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 9:00 pm
< Is a battle really the best time to be deliberating dictionary definitions? >
Well, I guess not, but---hehe, you did the d-d-d thing.
A sigh. < Yes, I did. >
"Welp! It's sorta like this," Dawson began as a matter of factly, trying a swing as he drew close. "So you got yer friends: people ya hang with, talk to, do stuff with, n' the really good ones are the people ya trust got yer back n' vice versa. N' then ya got yer acquaintances who're like people y'sorta know, not real well r' anythin', but ya met like once or somethin', or you did one mission a while back.
"Lovers are, y'know." He cleared his throat self-consciously. "'Cept 'lover' sounds like some medieval royalty s**t? Who the hell use that word now?" he asked with a small laugh. "C'mon, Chance, if somethin's eatin' at ya, don' throw yer funny philosophizin' questions at me, 'cause friendship ain't some 300 level college course s'far's I'm concerned. Give it t'me straight, bud: what's gotcha punchin' some poor dummy's face off?"
hp: 22
damage: 0
charge: 3/3
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kuropeco rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 7
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 9:39 pm
This was all very fascinating information. There was a small frown on Chance's face, but it was due to thinking more than anything else as he quickly sidestepped Dawson's swing, the shield missing him by mere inches. He strung another arrow, but didn't fire just yet, trying to notch the end onto the bow.
"So...friends are the ones you talk to, while acquaintances are just the people you see every once in a while," Chance mused with a hum. A snort escaped him. "And, okay, I might have been reading too many historical books, so that's probably where I get my terminology from."
He finally managed to get the arrow into place and then fired it off, the wire snapping against his forearm - which was fortunately covered by his sleeve still.
"I can't give it to you straight, Shaggy, but I can give it to you pansexually," Chance deadpanned. He waved a hand. "Okay, but in all serious - can you sleep with someone and still be friends with them without expectations, do you think? Or do you think that being friends means that there's gonna be drama and s**t?"
Dawson had wanted blunt, and there was the vaguest form of that bluntness.
HP: 50
DMG: 8
CHARGE: 3 / 3
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medigel rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 10:20 pm
He would have laughed, really, but Chance was unfortunately making it too hard to both talk and fight at the same time. He nearly bit his tongue off as the arrow broke across his shield and cut him. "s**t, Jesus--" The runes on his weapon flared to life before fire expelled from the shield's mouth in a familiar sight, allowing Dawson extra protection and less numb extremities.
He panted and tugged at his cap, wondering how much longer he could honestly go. "Um...maybe I ain' the best guy t'ask 'bout sex stuff," Dawson began a little awkwardly, coughing again. The slight color to his cheeks might not have been from the sudden influx of fiery Fear. "But since ya are: I mean, I dunno how people think sex n' friends can mix. If ya have sex with someone, I-I mean, it ain' just a friend thing anymore, right? You do it with a stranger, you don' seen 'em at some place with people ya know later. But there's somethin', y'know, more to it, if yer thinkin've yer friend in bed. I mean." He wheezed an uncertain laugh. "You see someone naked, man, how the hell you gonna stay just normal erryday friends after that? By sayin' it ain' a thing, just some passin' s**t? Doesn' make a lick a sense t'me, like, how you gonna say this isn' anythin' but a fling thing or friends with benefits 'r whatever people call it? You keep goin' t'bed with someone, somethin' gonna happen 'cause've it eventually. Friends don' keep screwin' each other, boyfriends n' girlfriends do."
He paused, realized he'd gone on a tangent, and turned sheepish.
"s**t, sawry. Uh...So, uh, why ya askin'?" Dawson asked with a frown.
hp: 14 (10 hp barrier for 2 turns)
damage:
charge: 0/3
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