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That One Halfling rolled 7 6-sided dice:
4, 5, 2, 4, 4, 6, 6
Total: 31 (7-42)
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 Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 10:12 am
[Open RP for anyone in the Renegades - EE and/or MS.] Having excused herself from interrogation inside of the captive that someone had brought back after Parley, Moira took in a deep breath as she walked into the afternoon sun. Closing her eyes as she lifted her right arm up, enjoying the feeling of fresh air and sunlight on her skin, something that she was enjoying quite a bit after having been captured for twenty-some-odd years. "I missed this..." she whispered as she opened her eyes, her vision a little blurry for a moment as a couple tears welled up in her eyes. Quickly shaking her head, she walked a little further from the safehouse and in a spot that was open enough to do what she wanted to do.
Taking in another deep breath, she placed her right hand on her hips, standing up straight and sliding her legs apart with her feet facing forward. With her posture as flat as possible, she bent her knees and slid down into a horse stance, therefor rooting herself as she raised her right hand up from her hip. Swinging her arm back, she focused on the earth below her, soon swinging the arm in a circular motion around her, body following through and allowing her to end up in a much more fluid looking Bow stance. As she went through the motions, pillars ten feet high, three feet wide, and two feet thick sprouted up in a ten-foot diameter circle around her. Letting out the breath that she had pulled into her lungs as she stood up straight, moving her hand in a partial prayer motion, she bowed and looked around herself. [Geokinesis]
"Good..." Moira whispered before making sure that her hair was still done up in the quick bun that she had asked Kate to put it in. Walking to the pillar in front of her, she placed her hand on it to feel the composition of what she had pulled up. "Not too tough, but it'll work for now." she said aloud, a little too used to her words falling on deaf ears.
Walking back towards the center of the circle of pillars, which had gaps in them about a foot wide, she slid back into a resting stance, then the bow stance before she made her way towards the pillar in front of her. As she pulled her arm back as she got closer, she grinned, soon swinging directly at the rock column, using as much strength as she could to swing. The power behind it was enough for her to punch a hole in the rock, causing a very thick crack to sprout along it horizontally, the top half slowly sliding backwards before it fell to the ground. [Close Combat][Total Damage Roll: 31+15 = 46|7d6 re-use: 10]
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 4:30 pm
Michael huffed as he left the interrogation room, walking past the kitchen to visit Kate or at least the freshly baked bread that was sitting on the counter pre-sliced. He looked around like a child that wasn't supposed to get into the cookies and took two slices to feed his face with. He nibbled on it as he walked around the little hideout, the peaceful silence interrupted by the sound of what could be known as, stuff getting the hell beat out of it.
He turned the corner and peered out of one of the windows to see Moira blasting what was the ground, leaving chunks of open earth as she continued brutalizing the earth. He watched momentarily, before letting himself out a sliding door and walking down cobbled steps to visit her. She would have been more scary if she had any reason to be angry at him. He was glad she was on their side.
"You know...If I had a little bit of your DNA and some time, I might be able to scrounge you up an arm. You know, science and all that." He waved one hand around while the other fed his face. "I dare say you'd be even scarier to your brother if you had it back...and well, you know, everyone else." He smiled widely and moved his hand in a way to offer her the other slice of bread he had. "Would you care for some carbohydrates?"
Arno groaned as he rolled around on the floor. //Where is the Captain? This is booooooooring// He stopped for a moment, looking at feet passing doorways and then rolled around again for a moment until he hit one of the chairs. "I'm hungry." He picked himself off the floor and brushed himself clean of dirt and dust.
Arno scratched his face as he looked around. //Which way did they say was the kitchen?// He walked around with his arms dangling at his sides, leaving a mean looking expression on his face. His bandanna was wrapped around his arm and he kept snapping his jaws reflexively until he found the fridge. He looked at the loaf of bread on the counter, eyeballing it, before looking into the freezer and grabbing some frozen meat. "Ahh...That'll do." He shoved it, package and all into his maw and chewed thoughtfully. "Youknowitcouldhavehadsomebetterseasoning." He grunted as he walked outside, basking in the sunlight. He never really had any manners. He'd had half a mind to eat the chairs in the walkway if he hadn't been expressively told that he was not to damage the furnishings.
"I wish some of those dumb humans would come up here so I could eat 'em." He crossed his arms and stared out of the base intently. Then he jumped. "What in the bloody...Who's making so much racket you could wake up Davy Jones himself?" He crept along the side of the building, seeing Michael talking to the big lady with the muscles. //I don't remember her name. I'll just call her the punchy lady for now. People'll get it.// He grinned as he watched them. //Oh this'll be good. She gonna smash the pipsqueak? Or, he gonna try and put the moves on? How bold. // He snickered. // I'll have to tell everyone about this.//
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 6:35 pm
Just sort of staring at Michael as he spoke to her in a a very science-y manner, though what caught her attention was the mention of another arm. "So, you're telling me you can manage to get me another arm?" she asked as she tilted her head ever so slightly, reaching for the spare slice of bread. Looking at it, Moira could tell that it was made by Kate, which was something that she was good at doing. Deciding to eat it, as it was Kates food and Kates food was damn delicious, she shoved the entire slice of bread into her mouth. If the tiny one with glasses could in fact get her a new arm, that would be wonderful.
[7d6 re-use: 9]
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 6:41 pm
Michael put his free hand on his hip and nodded. "Well, I started thinking that I could revisit one of my old labs I have hidden away, and well, if you'd be willing to allow me to perform some tests, blood-work, DNA analysis and the like, I might be able to engineer you a replacement arm. Although it's probably....no it would be painful. Basically I'm going to be trying to grow your arm back on your body using some convoluted science. " He pushed his glasses up after finishing the last of the bread in his hand.
"But I'm also going to have to steal stuff from the humans. Essentially STIM cells which are cells from fetuses. If you're being left behind, don't mind my rambling." Michael pulled out a pocket note-book from inside his battered coat. "My research notes have at least still survived. "
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 8:01 pm
At some point during Michaels rambles, the large woman put her right hand on her gem-encrusted forehead, groaning softly as the short one continued to ramble off words she could barely understand. While she may be the granddaughter of a scientist, she didn't know much of the sciences herself, which in instances like this...were an issue. As the short meta continued to ramble, she put her hand up in a 'stop' motion when he said the word 'tests', but he continued on. Waiting until he had stopped, she finally spoke.
"Hold up Munchkin, tests? I don't want to go through any more tests, I endured enough in that hellhole that I had been in for apparently twenty years." she seemed to growl, not wanting to be tested on any more than she already had been.
[7d6 re-use: 8]
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 8:17 pm
"Oh contraire, my large muscular friend. I honestly would have to monitor your vitals while I try to grow your arm back. It's important to keep you from being...oh what's that word we use...NOT living...I think that's it. " Michael smiled politely and put hands hands behind his back. "And when I say tests I mean I may not get it right on the very first try, as is Science. I've been doing a lot of studying. Some of us don't have regenerative powers, and I've been toying with the ideas that not having limits on Science can produce excellent results...But here I go again. " Michael pushed up his glasses. "The short version of it is, I need to make sure you stay alive, I want to get you a replacement arm as soon as possible, if I mess up you could crush my head with a flick of your hand, so you won't get funny business from me." He smiled weakly at her.
Michael stopped to take a seat against a near-by wall, relaxing his frame for a bit. "I'm still healing up from my wounds. I haven't been sliced open like that in a very long time." He ran his hand through his hair. "Anyways, feel free to think about it. I'll be waiting. "
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That One Halfling rolled 3 6-sided dice:
4, 5, 2
Total: 11 (3-18)
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 8:33 pm
Moira just watched the other speak, barely able to keep track of what all he was saying as he said it relatively fast. Just sort of shaking her head a bit, she seemed to shrug, "I'd rather not try to hurt someone I can consider an ally, but I'd also rather not be tested on anytime soon. Maybe once things have calmed down a bit - considering I have no intentions to go back to a place like Haven, I think that's what Lucian called them, anytime soon." she stated the last part in a matter-of-fact tone and nodding a little bit.
Watching Michael walk off to a nearby wall, she glanced back to the door and it was only just then that she had caught the sight of the toothy-mawed one standing near the doorway. "Uh. Hi." she just sort of stared at him for a couple seconds, eventually turning and going back in towards the center of the wall of rocks to continue on her make-shift training. Sliding back into the needed stances, she hurled her fist at yet another pillar.[Close Combat]
The punch that she hurled at this pillar looked nearly half the strength of the prior punch, just causing a nice-sized dent in the one that she had decided to attack.
[Damage total: 26][7d6 re-use: 7]
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 10:51 am
Michael grumbled a little bit, now seeing Arno. He had just followed Moira's eyes to the direction of Arno. He got up slowly, and stepped back inside. He passed Arno without saying anything, just nodding at him.
//Haaaaa. Four Eyes blew it. Oh hey baby, let me do some science. // Arno chuckled to himself with a toothy grin after Michael was in the house. "So what's up beefcake? Those earth pillars working out alright for you? Or you wanna fight me for a little bit of sparing? I won't go easy on you just because you have one arm. But I can promise I won't take a chunk out of the other one. " Arno chortled, cracking his knuckles and staring straight at Moira as he moved around her destruction to stand in front of her. "I just figure it'll be better than punching on something that can't punch you back. Even though your body is probably made of rocks. " He sniffed the air ((Keen Senses)). //She smells earthy alright, and sweaty. Bleh. She isn't bad on the eyes. Captain wanted me to make some friends.//
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 3:57 pm
Not having realized that the small science munchkin had left her and sharkbite alone, Moira was heading back to the center of the circle of pillars when Arno had spoken up and walked towards her. A small smile turned into an amused grin. It had been awhile since she had anyone who had even offered up to be a sparring partner, considering her general strength. "Well, that would be quite fun, it's been well over twenty years since I got into a nice little scuffle." her grin was lop-sided thanks to the chunk of flesh messing on the left side of her lips, but it made her a little more interesting to look at.
"I won't go easy on you either, Bubbles." As she spoke, she slid back into a bow stance, quickly sliding her feet and one arm backwards as she slowly had the pillars around them collapse, giving the two much more room to spar than just a ten-foot diameter circle [Geokinesis]. Once the pillars were gone, she assumed a basic fighting stance, which looked a little off with her left arm missing, but it only seemed to be a thing that she was doing out of muscle memory mixed with feeling like she had a phantom limb.
[7d6 cooldown: 6]
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Karitzu rolled 3 6-sided dice:
1, 3, 6
Total: 10 (3-18)
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 6:38 pm
Arno grinned as he tilted his head back and forth, letting it pop. "Now, I'm gonna fight you for real, but I don't want to hurt you that bad. So not saying I'm pulling my punches, but I ain't gonna cheap shot ya. " he tossed his jacket off and grunted. He snapped his jaw and his legs started to twitch. He started to grow in size to his larger primal form, dorsal fin growing out of his back. His head increased in size, and his hair split back. He looked like a giant walking great white shark. ((Feral Form)) His jaw widened out as his joints popped and he let a groan of comfort out. He hunched his body over, hands out. "Here I come Beefcake." He launched forward, grabbing to get her leg. She may have been heavy, but he felt if he could thrash like her, she'd get some good training out of it.
[Total Roll: 15]
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That One Halfling rolled 5 6-sided dice:
3, 2, 5, 3, 1
Total: 14 (5-30)
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 6:52 pm
"I don't expect you to do anything less than your best." She said with a smile, enjoying it when people went all out in sparring matches. Staying in her low stance as the other transformed in front of her, Moira kept herself as calm as possible as she watched it all unfold. A feral transformation was something she had never seen before, so watching it happen before her was definitely a little unnerving the first time.
Listening to him talk, she braced herself for an impact as he rushed her. Expecting her third-eye ability to kick in as it normally did, she had braced for a frontal rush instead of one where he grappled her legs [Third Eye]. Being caught up in the grapple, she looked down at him and tilted her head a bit. "That's different.." she muttered to mostly herself, a little confused as to why it seemed that the third-eye seemed to be a little off. Maybe it was the gems.
[7d6 Cooldown: 5][Third Eye Defense: Off by 1. Result: Grappled.]
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Karitzu rolled 3 6-sided dice:
3, 5, 3
Total: 11 (3-18)
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 7:24 pm
Arno shifted his weight, not expecting he'd get his hands on her that easily. He figured he should make the best of it and pushed his body in to get a better hold. He was going to use the momentum he had to forcibly move her and get in a better hold for none other than his favorite, Das German Suplex. His teeth went wide as his muscles rippled to move good ol Beefcake.
[Total Roll: 16]
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That One Halfling rolled 3 6-sided dice:
2, 4, 6
Total: 12 (3-18)
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 7:30 pm
Feeling the others weight shift, Moira let him strengthen his hold of her right leg, using the freedom of movement of her left leg to slide from what was not a stance into a low horse stance. "Not used to lifting this much?" she asked, teasing him slightly as she did her best to keep herself balanced. Though, it seemed as though he was indeed used to lifting that much. Feeling herself being lifted up, her eyes widened a bit, but she wasn't angry about it over being a little shocked and amused. It had been far too long, even counting her sparring with Vic who would always hold back, since she had a good fight. This was going to be fun.
[7d6 Cooldown: 4][Natural Defense Total: 12.]
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Karitzu rolled 3 6-sided dice:
1, 6, 6
Total: 13 (3-18)
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 8:15 pm
Arno grunted as her weight came off the ground and he pulled her over his head. "I'd tuck my head if I were you." And over she went, his full intent on slamming her over and backwards. After that, he'd flip his body around to meet her, not wanting to give her the berth for any of her geokenesis attacks.
[Total Roll: 18]
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 8:29 pm
Doing as he had suggested, Moira tucked her head in a bit, though she still landed fairly hard on a section of her back that had a nice cluster of gems on it. With a more than sickening crack, a couple of the purple gems breaking, she had to shake her head a bit to adjust to the sudden shift in her vision from being suplexed. Though, as she was grappled yet again, she looked up at the shark-faced Arno and took a split second before deciding to go with it. Reaching up, she gently put a hand to the side of his face and leaned up to give a quick little smooch to the tip of his snout.
[7d6 cooldown: 3]
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