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 Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 6:28 pm
Leslie stalked his way down to the training fields, coming up behind the great giant idiot himself. He was already pissed from fighting with Abbi, and what better way to work it out than wailing on the one that had-- basically-- started it? "Were you really going to get me a bag of ******** weeds?" he asked, incredulous.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 6:32 pm
Isaac had been staring with mild befuddlement at one of the training dummies. He had already asked a passing hunter something along the lines of wat do; they'd given him a wide berth and a weird look, which left Isaac wondering how on God's green earth he was supposed to train on something that did not fight back. Jumping slightly at the stealthy little Leslie that had snuck up on him, Isaac quickly turned to face him. "Yes," he answered simply, brows furrowing. "I thought that it was what you wanted."
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its me debz rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 6:36 pm
"Jesus christ, dude." Leslie shook his head, incredulous and annoyed. "Not even close. I don't even want to talk about it, you're just going to give me a ******** headache from hell." Instead, he summoned his weapon in a flash of blue, motes of cold floating off of Aleria's surface. "Then if you win, I'll tell you what you want to know." Nevermind that Leslie already had his bars that marked him an intermediate. Isaac was probably too stupid to get that.
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bipolar bee rolled 1 20-sided dice:
19
Total: 19 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 6:37 pm
Isaac was not quick to anger. His was a slow, slow burn - ignition had been initiated, and the fuse was live.
"I very nearly almost upset Abbi because of you," Isaac said in the kind of tone one would use to remind someone of something. There was no heat in his voice.
"I told her that you were only having a bad day, but I am starting to think that every day is a bad day for you, Leslie, and that is very sad."
Larkspur was summoned. He paused.
"I am sorry for giving you a headache."
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bipolar bee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 6:43 pm
His bond with his partner was not yet as strong as it could be; despite this, they were very close and had an amicable relationship more often than not. The giant sword came down roughly, Isaac hissing as the blade made contact with Leslie's shield. "You do not have to tell me what I want to know even if I win." HP: 40/40 DMG: 4 CHG: 1/3
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 6:56 pm
Leslie countered with a blow that glanced, Isaac's words startling him so much that it broke down his focus. "It is <******** weird how nice you are," he said, finally, raising Aleria to swing at Isaac halfheartedly. hp 37 dmg 1 charge 1/3
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bipolar bee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 2
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 8:23 am
Leslie's blow was nothing more than an annoyance to the larger man, and Isaac merely grunted as he swung Larkspur a little wildly. "There is nothing wrong with being nice. There is too much awful in the world. I do not need to add to it. I will leave that to other people." HP: 39/40 DMG: 3 CHG: 2/3
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 4
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 1:37 pm
Leslie seemed to regain the fury in him, redoubling his efforts to break Isaac's shield. (He wanted more than that, and Aleria crooned in agreement, the single-minded rage and--) With a sweeping blow, spikes collided against him, Leslie's teeth baring in vicious victory. "It doesn't make a ******** difference," he spat, "all the niceness in the world doesn't make it even. They don't ******** cancel each other out." hp 34 dmg 8 charge 2/3
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bipolar bee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 2
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 3:28 pm
The force behind Leslie's blow was enough to make Isaac wheeze - it was the sharp kind of pain that made him see stars, tempered only by the bond he shared with Lark and the shield she provided him. Careful, she warned softly before falling silent. He could not tell if she warned him about the damage being done to him, or the slight twist of something deep in his chest. The usually patient exterior of the man was slowly being chipped away, and there was something deep inside of him that wanted to take Leslie and break him down just so he could trim out the bad spots -- like a half-rotted apple, except there was nothing sweet about Leslie -- and Isaac did not know if there would be anything left once he was finished. Isaac did not understand what it was about the kid that made him feel that way, and he did not trust himself to figure it out. "Fine," was all he said before gritting his teeth and shifting his grip on his sword, using the hoop at the hilt of his weapon to swing the big, deadly blade downwards in Leslie's direction. HP: 31/40 DMG: 3 CHG: 3/3
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 6
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 3:47 pm
If he couldn't be good-- and he couldn't-- then the only answer was to drag everyone else down to his level, kicking and screaming in the process. Isaac would taste the inky depths of bitterness and misery whether he liked it or not. Isaac's sword cut a long slice on his shirt, enough to tear it from collar to navel, revealing the scarred skin beneath. He looked down and burned in shame, desperately wishing for the hoodie he usually wore to cover up with, god forbid Isaac decide he want to ask more questions about his scars. "Jesus christ," he hissed, gesturing angrily at his clothes, taking a running charge towards the other man, jumping up to bring Aleria down in a slam. "You owe me a new ******** shirt." hp 31 dmg 8 charge 3/3
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bipolar bee rolled 7 4-sided dice:
3, 2, 2, 4, 2, 4, 1
Total: 18 (7-28)
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 7:36 pm
Isaac would never, never admit how shamefully distracted he found himself, not ever. It made him feel a little angry - and that made him feel even more furious, because he really only wanted to be nice to Leslie; a good friend, someone who could be relied upon -- Isaac was a protector, the type to give and give and give of himself in whatever way was needed. It was stupid, and Isaac loathed how Leslie made him feel the urge to take. He felt disgusting, he felt disgusted. "I will buy you a new shirt," Isaac no longer ignored Larkspur, and the runes along the weapon's blade glowed eerily, "in fact, I will buy you five or seven new shirts, Leslie," he growled roughly, "and I will ruin them all." The words were a promise, a threat, a vow -- Isaac didn't know. Larkspur came shrieking towards Leslie, a hungry-aching blur of metal. HP: 23/40 DMG: 15 CHG: 0/3
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its me debz rolled 10 4-sided dice:
3, 4, 3, 1, 2, 4, 4, 2, 4, 4
Total: 31 (10-40)
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 7:46 pm
Isaac hit him like a hurricane, sending him sprawled across the training field, back against the grass, heart thundering in his chest. Disgusting didn't even begin to cover it-- Leslie glared up at him with gritted teeth, chest heaving, an ugly look covering his face. He reached for Aleria, whorls of ice racing up his fingertips and arms, swirling across his chest and neck and face before fading away, his shield instantly replenished and then some. Violence was a language he knew how to speak, and maybe he wouldn't have to break his promise to Isaac after all. "If we fight outside the field," he said, low and furious, staggering to his feet, " there are no wards." hp 31-15+28 = 44 heal 28 op as ******** holy s**t
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bipolar bee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 8:02 pm
Panting softly, Isaac watched those swirls of hoarfrost sweep across Leslie's skin. He grit his teeth as a wave of frustration crashed over him -- because of course Leslie regained his shield, could there be a more annoying fear -- and it took Isaac a few moments to regain even a semblance of composure. "Is that what you want, then?" Isaac's voice was low, his irritation visible in the tenseness of his shoulders, the cut of his jaw, the harshness of his breath. "If that is what you want, I will give it to you." He had never allowed himself to entertain thoughts such as these. At that moment, Isaac hated a great many things - most of all, he hated himself, because he felt no better than whoever had given Leslie those scars. HP: 23/40 DMG: -- CHG: 0/3
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 8
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 8:18 pm
Even though Leslie circled around Isaac like a vulture, he managed to look like prey. Disheveled and small and furious-- so <********> furious-- but that didn't mean a thing. You can't change what you are. He looked at Isaac and saw an opportunity, even if he didn't quite realise that was what it was. "I want," Leslie bit out, driving closer again to dive and swing hard at Isaac's legs-- the bigger they are, the harder they fall, isn't that how it goes? "To win." He'd always been a terrible ******** liar. hp 44 dmg 8 charge 1/3
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bipolar bee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 9:16 pm
" Is that what you want? To win?" Isaac remembered the infirmary; it had not been so long ago that he had forgotten. There had been anger then, but there had also been one very odd moment and one very strained sound; Isaac had not truly understood what it had meant, not then - and he wasn't entirely certain that he understood what exactly was happening now. He shot the tip of his sword forward, an attempt to incite Leslie without enough force behind the attack to do much damage. Isaac blatantly ignored his weapon's warning, Be careful, because it did not matter to him if he lost. If Leslie wanted to win, Isaac would give that to him - because Isaac needed, desperately, to give others whatever they needed. Even if he did not think they truly wanted what they thought they needed. "Come, then," he rasped, adjusting his grip on the hilt of his sword, " win." His lips twitched in a smile that was not really a smile. "If you can, anyway." HP: 15/40 DMG: 1 CHG: 1/3
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