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baby_gwing rolled 1 20-sided dice:
13
Total: 13 (1-20)
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 Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 2:11 am
< ... why do you have to be so huge Semaj? It makes you so... unwieldy. >
< Oh come on Kyle! If you think that I'm bad, think about those big a** broadswords that some of the other hunters' aibou-tachi materialise as. I have faith that you'll be able to adapt to and accommodate my size eventually. >
Kyle rolled his eyes and sighed, sitting down in the middle of the mostly empty training field to tear off a piece of tape to wrap around yet another finger that was lacerated during the course of retrieving the huge shuriken when it returned after scoring a hit on the training dummy that was intended to be his mark. As if the incubus himself wasn't a handful already with the innuendo lacing their conversations with each other from time to time, it seemed that Semaj found the Japanese words that Allan used amusing enough to pick some of them up and incorporate in his speech. Go figure.
Guess there was no other way about it - he was going to keep at this till he got it right at some point or risk losing a few fingers the next time he thought of pulling this move off.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 11:57 am
Arorangi was spending a lot of time on the training fields lately, ninety percent because he was close to being promoted, he could just tell, and he wanted to be in tip top shape for when the request came - and ten percent because he just simply loved the outdoors, regardless of what he was doing. It was a pleasant day, with a faint breeze, and temperatures in the top of the warm, bordering on hot; just the way he liked it.
At present, it was relatively early in the morning, which was why it was as surprising as it was that there was someone already on the field when Arorangi arrived, cheerfully whistling to himself. A figure sat in the middle, wrapping his fingers with what looked like medical tape, and Arorangi slowed his steps, head tilted a little to the side as he pondered this scene.
"Good morning!" he said brightly, deciding that it was best just to be cheerful. "How are you today? I did not think anyone else was awake, but I am glad to see that I am not the only one interested in some training!"
He thumped over to the young man and stretched out a hand, expression pleased.
"I am Arorangi, mate, what is your name? Would you like to spar with me?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 3:31 pm
Slipping the roll of tape into his pocket, Kyle turned his head to regard Arorangi with a smile. "Morning. I wasn't expecting anyone to be up this early so I could work on my throws." He gestured towards the shuriken that was on the ground next to him. He was still trying to wrap his mind around what weapons were and how hunters were supposed to work together with them as partners at this point. While he wasn't terribly bad with his aim so far, he still didn't want to run the risk of accidentally hitting someone with Semaj.
Grasping the hand that was proffered, he shook it with a nod. "Sure. I'm Kyle. Where were you from if you don't mind me asking?"
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