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 Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 7:44 pm
It took a lot more time, now. To type, to text. He slowly fumbled over the letters with one hand, grateful that he'd lost his less-dominant hand. Quote: To: H. Nokoni From: K. Bashmet If you are free, I can spar now. Kostya waited at the fields, regardless of whether or not Horace showed up. He stared out to the bluffs just beyond the way, a pang of loneliness filtering through him. He should find someone to take the bunker. At first glance, he barely looked like himself. Unkempt beard, no coat, unpressed clothes, undone. His left arm, missing just above the elbow, was covered by a long sleeve, pinned carefully to cover it. Kostya was taped together, but just barely. The Semblance of Unity pretend the linked beard is sloppier it is hard to find a reference sad
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2015 6:20 pm
Horace was always free, he thought. This was not strictly true, but he'd been given a lot of free time lately. It gave him too much time to think. So he walked out to the fields as soon as he got the text. Konstatin stood there, looking rumpled and rather the worse for wear. Horace noticed the folded sleeve and what it meant and said nothing. He was about 98.76% sure the other man had recently been in possession of both. The loss of an arm was disarming. He did not say that aloud. Horace knew better, especially with how sensitive he still was about comments about his finger (the lack thereof). He thought about how Melvin had said he'd look better armless and prickles rode down his spine. Horace ignored them and tied his hair up into a topknot. "You could use a shave, Kos." Was all he said before summoning Jannisari.
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 8
Total: 18 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2015 6:21 pm
Kostya summoned his weapon. It barely stayed in place on his stump, and so he had to cradle it, to steady it and to even keep it from...well. Falling off. "Do not call me 'Kos'," he replied, dour, and fired off a shot aimed for Horace's chest. "Konstantin or Kostya is fine." hp 50 dmg 12 charge 1/3
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 5
Total: 15 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 10:06 am
"I guess Kostya," he said. "It's got two syllables which ain't bad and-" The shot hit him squarely in his chest and sent him tumbling over forcefully. With an omph, he half-picked himself up and dusted off his knees. Fighting projectile weapons was always... interesting. Horace liked it, though, fighting meant a lot of not-thinking and that suited him just fine. "Nice shot," he said, and in between the words 'nice' and 'shot', he was sprinting towards Kostya, aiming to rake the sharp points on his fists down both Kostya's arm and...uh... half-arm. How al arming. HP:38/50 DMG: 9
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 8
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 10:40 am
It would do. And it felt satisfying, to know that he could still do this, missing pieces or not. And Horace got too close, next-- enough to rake claws over his skin and shield, sending Kostya skittering backwards on the field. "Thank you." Kostya took another step backwards, heart hammering in his chest, adrenaline running high. "Good svipe from you too." He aimed the next at Horace's chest, just trying to put more space between them. Range was his speciality, after all. hp 41 dmg 6 charge 2/3
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 6:23 pm
This type of hurt felt good, and he'd missed it, missed that kick in his blood. Where Kostya skittered, Horace followed, dogging his footsteps. He wondered, idly, if his shield would pop this time, if he'd feel that horrible, wonderful press of vulnerability and pain. He came at Kotsy from behind, aiming a punch at the other man's kidneys. HP:32/50 DMG: 6 CHG: 2/3
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 6:28 pm
But Kostya was accommodating for loss, the gulf of it vast and boundless, and there would be faltering for some time to come. Now was one of those times: he tried to fire a blast to counter Horace again, but it veered off the mark, Syntax slipping on his arm due to the jolt. He swore under his breath in Russian, a vein twitching in his face. Failure was unacceptable, and yet here it was. hp 35 dmg potat0 charge 2/3
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 2
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 8:58 pm
Surprised by Kostya's miss when he had been braced for it, Horace's following attack went wide, barely doing any damage. He frowned. "Still getting used to it?" HP:32/50 DMG: 3 CHG: 3/3
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 9:14 pm
Kostya gave Horace a blank stare, and sighed as his next attempt at an attack went wide, too. " Obviously." He lifted Syntax to demonstrate. "Is not secure. Wobbles. Like ball thrown." hp 32 dmg potat0 charge 2/3
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 9 4-sided dice:
2, 3, 3, 4, 2, 3, 1, 4, 3
Total: 25 (9-36)
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 8:06 am
"Your weapon might change, help with things. Was hard enough getting used to this-" He held up his left hand and waggled his four fingers. "That's why Dr. Jannisari gave me a blade instead. Felt awful to punch." As Horace spoke, electricity began to spike up and down his arms and Jannisari's runes pulsed. "You'll adjust, Kostya," And then Horace bodyslammed into the other man, and the electricity leapt from his weapon into Kostya. "Maybe." The last two misses form Kostya had been a disappointment, but if Horace couldn't lose spectacularly (or even not spectacularly but with a small, soft whimper), then he'd try to win. Nothing really mattered. HP:32/50 DMG: 23 CHG: 0/3
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its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 1
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 3:37 pm
"Vell," he said, shrugging, "good to know." Any further reply vanished into a grunt of pain, blinding him as Horace's weapon gouged into his fear shield. He smacked Horace in the side of the neck with Syntax, clumsy and weak, doing his best to just stagger away, shaking his head to clear it. "Adjust may take longer than you think." hp 9 dmg 2 charge 3/3
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 3
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 3:49 pm
He shook his head like a dog, the hair tie slipping out and leaving a mess of hair laying about his shoulders. Annoying. "No kidding. Even still, I find myself trying to type on a keyboard like i've all my fingers and it's just not the case. You've got a bit more to learn." He aimed a punch (with his right hand, of course) into Kostya's shoulder. "If you need help with anything you can give me a yell, k?" Horace rolled his shoulders. HP:30/50 DMG: 6 CHG: 1/3
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its me debz rolled 9 4-sided dice:
4, 4, 2, 2, 2, 4, 2, 3, 2
Total: 25 (9-36)
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 3:55 pm
Kostya weathered the last blow, turning to point the barrel of his weapon at Horace, refusing to stop until he'd landed, at least, one good strike. He mentally thought the desired sequence to satisfy Syntax's idiosyncrasy, and fired a series of repeated energy blasts at the other hunter. And then he sagged, clearly exhausted. Kostya's shield was lower than he'd realized. hp 3 dmg 17 charge 0/3
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 10
Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 8:14 pm
"You should-" He was cut off by the forceful thud of Kostya's attack, which flung him about comically, much like a ragdoll. Horace grinned from his position on the ground. Now that was a good hurt. He laid there for a second, then picked himself right back up. Like... ooph-" Horace shook his head, the sound of Kostya's fear bullets ringing in his ears. "-you really need to shave." Then he swiped at the other man. HP:13/50 DMG: 10 CHG: 1/3
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2015 12:50 am
Syntax disappeared with a flash of light, the last of Kostya's fear shield shattering under the finishing blows. He fell back onto the turf, head ringing, and held his hand up to signify a stopping point. The dampeners were already active, preventing anything from taking him below a safe level. "I know," Kostya wheezed, slowly standing as if his bones were made of glass. "I do not much care."
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