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 Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 7:47 pm
It was her prime time hours: past eight PM. No runic boombox on the fields today, just Felicia and her gauntlets getting sweaty, trying to get better about not falling clean over at the lightest breeze. She careened backwards, landing on the grass with a dull whump. There was only a moderate amount of success, here. Clearly. She'd made the mistake of trying to practice in her full outfit: glowing costume included. Felicia was like a beacon of blue in the dark, illuminated by outfit and weapon both.
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 8:02 pm
There was a glowing thing on the field. Was this normal? Dylon hadn't planned on sparring that night, but as he passed the field by, he couldn't help but catch the little firefly falling. He jogged over, a grin pulling on his lips as he got closer. "It's the firefly hour! Glow bugs in the night." He teased, "Hey cutie!"
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its me debz rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 8:04 pm
Felicia startled, freezing in motion, giant hands clutched together in front of her. "Oh s**t, you s-suh-startled me," she breathed, laughing abrupt and sharp. "D-didn't expect anyone t-to come by after d-dark." "Guess it's b-better than the other name the other cutie I fought tried to stick me w-with. He called me a fish! C'mon, keep me c-company?" Felicia feigned a one two punch, grinning.
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Bittiface rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 8:22 pm
Dylon mistook the lady's stuttering for nervousness, and chuckled fondly. "Sorry about that! No need to be startled." "So does this not-fish have a name?" He asked, summoning his weapons. "I'm Dylon." HP: 40
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 1
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 9:49 pm
Felicia blinked owlishly at Dylon, cocking her head like a puzzled animal. "Oh! N-nah, it's fine, you p-pretty thing. It's b-brain thing, y'know? Head injury a f-few years back." As soon as he'd summoned, Felicia gleefully launched herself at him, swinging like a haymaker. "B-b-banzaaiii!" hp 40 dmg 3 charge 1/3 fear DT2 x2 remain
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 4
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 10:08 pm
"Jeez, really? That's a shame!" Dylon frowned, but smiled again once the spar began. He aimed to smack any attacks away that he could, aiming his blades for her arms and inside her defences. HP: 37 Damage: 5
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 10:12 pm
"Y-yeah." She gestured at her face, and the scars that covered half of it, her smile faltering. "P-puh-package deal, y'dig?" Dylon's blades cut a swath across her shield, and all Felicia could do was parry them. "Huh! Not used t-to fighting someone with arms as l-long as mine." hp 35 dmg 1 charge 2/3 fear DT2 x2 remain
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 4:00 pm
Dylon couldn't imagine it. Something so vicious like a crash that deteriorated one's ability to speak, and caused everlasting scars on their face. Always a reminder. "Life's a b***h, pretty lady." Dylon smiled warmly. He grinned and traded blows with her merrily. "Like fighting with a mirror!" HP: 36 Damage: 3
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 4
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 4:05 pm
"Isn't that the ******** truth?" she replied, but it was with a laugh. She was marred and she was affected by it, even nearly ten years later, but Felicia took it in stride. Life was to be lived, not wasted, even if her definition of living was marathonning tv shows and writing function calls. Felicia paused, looking at Dylon with newfound eyes. "We c-could..We could... BE C-COSPLAY TWINS!!" hp 32 dmg potato charge 2/3 fear DT2 x2 remain
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 1
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 4:46 pm
Dylon gasped suddenly, his eyes widening. "YOU COSPLAY TOO?!" HP: 36 Damage: 2
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 7
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 4:51 pm
Felicia's eyes sparkled. "Y-Y-Yes! " She delivered an uppercut with glee. "Not on island. B-but! I have some armor I m-made. Worbla! And glowing! Who was your f-f-fav costume?" hp 30 dmg 5 charge 3/3 fear DT2 x2 remain
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 5:08 pm
"I'm huge into Bleach. My favourite to wear at cons was Shuhei. I had the weapons and everything! But man, I cosplayed so many things it's sometimes hard to choose." He laughed, taking another swing and jab. "Did you make your own?" HP: 31 Damage: 3
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its me debz rolled 4 8-sided dice:
1, 3, 8, 4
Total: 16 (4-32)
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 11:59 pm
Felicia basked in the glory that was fellow nerds. Aw, yes.She activated her charge, her gauntlets taking on the hue of a brilliant night sky, with swirling galaxies and more. Stars glittered, and Felicia missed with one hand, but clipped Dylon nicely with the other. "Usually, y-yeah! Had a reliable sewing m-machine, but left it behind. Took me ******** f-forever anyway, my handicrafts are w-with ones and zeroes, led lights and t-tech, not stitches. I was n-not a pro at just f-fabric, hah!" hp 27 dmg 6 charge 0/3 fear DT2 x1 remain
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Bittiface rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2015 3:30 pm
"I left the machine at home too. I'd have to get it runic'd here anyway. I can sew a good few things by hand anyway." A useful skill in a place where clothing had a short lifespan. He took the hit in stride, but as a result his own attempt at a hit fell through. HP: 25 Damage: 0
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 1
Total: 3 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2015 2:57 pm
"Ugh, I know! I h-have to get some much r-runic-t-t-touched still. List a m-mile ******** long." Her fail was about as classy as Dylon's: a cartoon swing-and-a-miss. It was only a blessing that she didn't punch herself in the eye-- although it was close. hp 27 dmg omg charge 0/3 fear DT2 x1 remain
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