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 Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2015 7:39 am
With his shift done, Dawson wanted to do nothing more than take a nap before going back to town to scout. He was still in the mood to find the right sort of place for a small church. (Though would you still call it that if it was for any religion? Or was that a chapel? Or something else?) But he knew he was getting a little rusty with the peace that had fallen over Deus as of late, and so he had taken up Micah's offer to be meat grinder and meat shield--that, and it was always good to acquaint himself with new moonbros.
Now hopefully his leg wouldn't act up...Damn knee liked to ache sometimes, despite Syn's healing.
Prolixity Text to Micah: aight done w work ill be on the field in ten!
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2015 7:37 pm
medigel Text to Dawson: k I'll be there thx True to his word, Micah was on the training field five minutes later, doing some awkward arm stretches to limber up. He thought Dawson might be a pretty decent dude, at least from how he sounded on Twitter, and the guy seemed to be in his division, so maybe he could teach him what they were supposed to be doing, other than the gruntwork and repairs which Micah was already doing. He hadn't figured out how to put a picture on Twitter yet, but he knew what Dawson looked like, so when the guy appeared he lifted a hand and called out. "Hey. You Dawson?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2015 12:37 pm
"One n' only!" he chirped with a tug of his cap. "Micah, right? Good t'put a name to a face." He gestured grandly around them. "Welcome to the trainin' fields, if, uh, you haven't been yet! Great place, 'cept when you gotta fill the turf back in after a nasty one," he added with a chuckle. "Not that it's real terrible, but in the summer, hoo-wee..." Dawson shook his head. "Anyway! How much practice you got with her weapon so far?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2015 12:12 pm
"Micah," Micah confirmed, and offered his hand for a handshake. "Nice to meet you." "I bet it gets ripped up." He thought about some of the spars he'd seen from a distance, large bladed weapons and ridiculously sized guns and weird armor-like blades being wielded with reckless abandon. "That's our job, huh?" He fingered the delicate curls of silver wire at his wrist. "Uh. Not much ... one fight," he admitted, embarrassed.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2015 8:25 pm
He gave a sturdy handshake, just as Pops had taught. "Sorta. Turf is kinda trainee biz overall, I think, like lumped in with other page duties. Not real hard to patch it back up at least."
With a patient smile he continued, "S'alright. You shoulda seen me when I started out, heh. Quakin' in my boots n' everythin'. But erryone's gotta start somewhere, yeah? You feel more comfortable doin' offense or defense first?"
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prolixity rolled 1 20-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 7:02 am
Micah's handshake was likewise firm. "I don't mind, gruntwork and fixing things has always been my job. Used to do construction, before everything." "Um," he said, and, "offense maybe? I'm sort of used to fighting, I kinda know how to do that, but I dunno how defense is going to work with Nova. She's a whip."
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medigel rolled 1 20-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 7:14 am
"No kiddin'! Pops used t'make me do summer jobs," Dawson said. "Prob'ly some scare tactic not t'fall off in my studies or somethin'."
He remembered Micah had made a small fuss about his username; the weapon was unfortunately appropriate.
"You one of 'em Canadians too? Heard ya'll had some sort of bad time, huh." But hey, at least he had some experience fighting, right?
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medigel rolled 1 8-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-8)
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 7:18 am
With a final roll of his shoulders, Dawson summoned his shield and backed off. "We'll worry about defense in a sec." Solidifying his stance, he ducked behind Syn's snarling visage. "Let's see how ya do hittin' me!"
HP: 50
Defense: 1
Charge:
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prolixity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 8
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 10:49 am
Micah shrugged. "I like working with my hands," he said, a little pride sneaking into his tone. "Nice to see something shape up outta nothing, you know?" "Yeah. Outta Delta City. We had a zombie problem. Well, Infected, they tell me, but they were zombies." He shrugged. As Dawson summoned his weapon -- a shield, he hadn't seen that before -- Micah summoned Nova, the whip with her leaflike blades uncoiling from his hand. He hesitated only for a fraction of a second. Then he brought Nova forward in a quick snapping strike, unthinkingly letting the motion roll down his arm from his shoulder. The lash went where he wanted it to go, startling him, and the crack of contact with Dawson's shield was followed by a barely-audible almost-hiss as blades sliced smoothly across the other weapon in sequence. HP: 40/40 Dmg: 8 Charge: 1/3
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medigel rolled 1 8-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-8)
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 12:57 pm
"Oof-a!" What was with these newbies always catching him off guard like that? Dawson winced as the leaflike blades cut across his shield, and he took a step back. "s**t, no wonder you survived," he noted with a laugh. Dawson would have asked more about it, but now didn't seem like an appropriate time. Battle banter ought to be light between coworkers. So he pulled his shield up and went on, "But yeah, I know how that feels. I actually been workin' on a few somethin' somethin's fer Christmas. You ever pick up carving?" HP: 47 Defense: 8 Charge: 1/3
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prolixity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2015 9:30 pm
"Heh. I don't really know how I did that," Micah admitted. "Mostly I smacked zombies with rocks and s**t." He tried to repeat the motion, but the deliberate attempt was much weaker, without the snaking, cracking speed of the previous hit. "Carving? Never tried much. Sounds cool, though," he said. "What're you carving?" HP: 40/40 Dmg: 4 Charge: 1/3
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medigel rolled 1 8-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-8)
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2015 10:11 pm
"Hell, smackin' s**t is half the job," Dawson said with a chuckle as the whip slipped over his shield. It didn't have the same sting as before, thankfully, but damn if he wasn't quite used to weapons like that. "You'll fit right in. "S'for the carvin', well, I been tryna pick it up as a hobby here. Start last year fer Christmas too, actually." He wondered if any of those little things had survived--if that horse of Chel's had ever seen the light of day even. "Takes my mind off things," he continued. "You sit out on the porch, put on some good music, focus real hard on the fine details...Not that I'm any expert e'en a year later, but, y'know, I ain' half bad. S'good t'invest in somethin' not so, uh, destructive." HP: 47 Defense: 1 Charge: 2/3
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prolixity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 1
Total: 2 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2015 8:56 am
The next try went so wild that Nova's lash snapped back at Micah, and he had to dodge his own weapon. "I'm still, um, getting used to her," he said defensively. She was cackling at his discomfiture, and he hissed, Shut up! Not helping!He moved back a little and plucked at the lash, unhooking the blades that had gotten caught on each other. "What kinda knife do you need? I kind of want to try it now." HP: 40/40 Dmg: :T Charge: 2/3
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medigel rolled 1 8-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-8)
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2015 8:00 pm
Dawson was nothing if not patient and kept his stance up for whenever Micah got his bearings back. "The kinda question you ask first really s'more like, 'what kinda carving are you doin?'" he began amiably, like there hadn't been a mishap. "You whittlin'? Carvin' a relief? Chip carvin', round carvin'? Then you ask yerself what kinda material m'I workin' with, what's the grain? Then you gotta look into yer tools: I got carvin' knives, sure, but then you gotta figure gouges n' chisels fer the job. N' trust me, you don' wanna runic a cheap set even if ya doin' it fer a hobby, normal stuff don' account for yer new strength." If Micah didn't stop him, he was going to end up in full lecture mode. HP: 47 Defense: 8 Charge: 2/3
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prolixity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2015 8:36 pm
Horace shook himself a little, as though shaking the embarrassment off, and tried again. The lash angled properly, striking across the shield, but it hit weakly, without the speed that would dig the blades in deep. "Whittling, maybe, Grandpa used to do that, I think." Micah thought about it. "Yeah, I think I remember, when I was real little I watched him. What kinda stuff do you do?" Boring! Nova sang. Shut up, I want to know. "Am I really gonna get that strong?" he asked doubtfully. "Like, enough to break tools?" HP: 40/40 Dmg: 2 Charge: 3/3
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