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Baneful rolled 1 20-sided dice:
19
Total: 19 (1-20)
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 Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2017 4:19 am
Fred wasn't gone long, seeming to take to the absurd with the ease of a duck to water and when he came back up it was with the easy and confident saunter of a man who'd got his knife back more or less.
Seeing that Tom hadn't bailed he smirked broadly.
Honestly he was still pretty mad about the implication that everything in Roswell's life including him had been horrible and was determined to make that the case if he was going to b***h about it.
"So is there somewhere you need to go?" he asked. "Or can I just ******** punch you right in the mouth right here?"
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Toshihiko Two rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2017 4:34 am
Roswell gave Fred a long look, then folded his umbrella shut and carefully rolled up his sleeves.
"There is a field," he began, "with wards," and this word, too, he hated saying, "that prevent us from really hurting each other. It's meant for practice. The organisation has consequences instilled for anyone who fights outside that field. But it's not rigorously enforced for non-weapon scuffles. You only get in trouble if you break property, injure the other party beyond a few cuts and bruises, or someone tells."
They both knew he was laying ground rules.
"The bond you now share with some manner of creature gives you a shield that surrounds you and mitigates damage. To a point. After sustaining a certain amount of damage, the shield disappears, and you become basically human. The field provides a secondary shield that prevents injury past this point. Because your shield is limited, it's naturally energy-saving. That is, it won't protect you from a paper cut, or a piercing, or a tattoo, but intervenes in life-threatening situations. So although you can take some liberties, try to avoid killing me. "
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 1
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2017 4:51 am
The field thing sounded like a soft play area for kiddies. If people didn't know how to ******** stop when you needed to actually stop then that was their problem. He didn't need some magic bullshit telling him when to cut it out. He'd only gone really overboard once and that was because his veins had been full of addling s**t at the time. Right now he was pure, clean as a ******** whistle without anything other than adrenaline in him.
He didn't have his hat, something he'd need to go looking for as soon as he got back to people who weren't Tom, but right now that was probably a good thing.
"Do I look like a ******** snitch?" he said with a smirk, though they both knew that Fred had never been above throwing someone into the fire who deserved it. Familial loyalty ran deeper than anything else in him though and he had never turned on Tom, even in the most dire circumstances. "I can fight without some ******** nanny telling me what to do, so I think we'll both be ******** fine."
He did however pay close attention to the nature of the shield, concious there would be a point where it failed and that that point was the most significant one.
"My weapon's call Myx." he said. "It's a rabbit."
And holding out his hand he summoned the very long Odachi blade to him. He didn't know how to weild it, used to short quick blades and the occaisional gun, but the voice in his head told him to trust in it and he was willing to.
As always he struck without fear or hesitation.
"Say HI MYX."
HP:40/40
DMG: 3
Charge: 1/3
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Toshihiko Two rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 1
Total: 3 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2017 5:15 am
"What happened to I wouldn't cut you, Tom?" Roswell asked, but the irritation had faded, and the question was almost playful. He didn't block the blow, but moved to returned it, Gil steady in his hands.
"This is Gil, of course."
Roswell hadn't sparred with anyone except Lysander so far, and the similarities between Herald and Myx were both immediately apparent and unnerving. He could feel it as their weapons struck. An exchange of energy, stronger than the buzz from kissing at the Dare or Dare game. He was overwhelmed by it. Too overwhelmed to get in a hit himself. It was a corruptive power that ran through both of them, although where with Herald and Gil the Fear had a kind of genteel regality, a refined oil, a castle's orchard in autumn, Myx's energy was that of a different kind of royalty. Where generations of incest and bloodlust had boiled over into a combination of absolute power and complete madness.
It wasn't a pleasant energy, but there was a dark and bitter satisfaction to it, like a black chocolate or a too-strong coffee, the way hatred could thrill, and while Gil was much lighter, their energies felt like two sides of the same coin.
Like it had always been.
Like no matter where he went or what he did, it would always be.
In this first strike, the coin had landed firmly in Fred's favor.
HP: 37
ATK: 0
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Baneful rolled 8 8-sided dice:
3, 4, 4, 3, 6, 6, 5, 6
Total: 37 (8-64)
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2017 5:31 am
"Oh I'd cut you I just don't want to maim or kill you." he said. "And according to your little speech there, it'd be ******** hard to do it."
The clash of his weapon against Tom's shield was like an electric shock, startling him with the intense jolt of mingled power. It was like nothing he'd ever felt, sending tendrils of foreign power through his veins. It reminded him of drugs, reminded him of the way a hit took your breath away and swept you off like a river to somewhere where nothing else mattered. The only difference here was that there was no high, just the hit, just the taste of something clean and potent.
There was a buzzing twist of hunger and intent focus from the personality in his head at the taste and a definite fixation on more.
He caught his breath. "What was that?" he said. "Was that Gil?"
But it didn't stop him from bringing the blade around again, this time aiming carefully for Tom's side.
HP: 40/40
DMG: 1 (I'm just using the first two from my ******** up lol)
Charge: 2/3
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Toshihiko Two rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 4
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2017 5:38 am
"Three hits," Roswell said, staggering, but steeling himself for a return hit. He was already flushed with exertion from the first two.
"There's a sort of meter, and a release of power. You're familiar with the Rule Of Three? You steal energy, and then return it back all at once. It has different manifestations."
Oh, if some creature came along, they were going to be in such trouble. But it was worth it.
HP: 36
DMG: 2
CHG: 1/3
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2017 6:05 am
"Three." he said. "That all? It's like a hunger, like needing another... like." he trailed off uncomfortably, not liking to talk about his prior addictions. "This s**t is ******** weird." he said, even for him. Even the hits that did land just felt oddly good through the numbing effect of the shield.
"Maybe it'll make me taller." because that had always been a dream.
The balance involved in using such a long blade was difficult, and he was already finding it hard to truly land an effective strike with it, the frustration mingling in with Myx' need for more fear. It just made him more determined,
As he brought the blade in to land between Ros's neck and shoulder the faint grey runes along the sword all lit up brightly in response to the charge.
HP: 38/40
DMG: 6
Charge: 3/3
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Toshihiko Two rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2017 6:16 am
Gil's staff glowed brighter from the last hit, a playful and bloody fuschia that existed in sharp contrast to Myx's white.
He could feel the strikes, the shield didn't take that from him, and even if Fred wasn't used to the longer weapon he was nothing if enthusiastic. Roswell's hit missed entirely. They were both fighting with mid-range weapons, and Fred had the longer reach.
With a sharp shoulder (the same one that should have been cut in half) Roswell pushed Fred to the ground.
HP: 30
CHG: 1/3
ATK: 0
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Baneful rolled 8 12-sided dice:
4, 6, 6, 1, 2, 1, 8, 3
Total: 31 (8-96)
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2017 6:32 am
Fred went down, taken off balance by the shove, but didn't stay that way for long. The power had reached an almost intolerable pitch and Fred wasn't about to fight it. He swung because Myx told him to do it but this time rather than striking Ros with the blade, something different happened.
There was a sensation of loss, of the energy going out of him and in a moment the runes along the blade went dark. What followed was a wave of buzzing darkness which was propelled through the air by his swing. It made his knees weak and left him feeling sapped and cold. It was terrifying, the sudden sensation that something was wrong and he wasn't at all sure he liked any of it.
The result of all of this was that the darkness didn't linger but instead faded into nothing before it could even reach Roswell.
Fred was left looking pale and shaky on his feet, completely thrown off. "What the ******** was that?" he said. "That ******** me up!"
HP: 28/40
DMG: 0 and 10 dmg to self
Charge: 0/3 - GC used
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Toshihiko Two rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 7
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2017 6:39 am
"Hmm," Roswell considered, adjusting his collar and getting rid of some sand, which now felt like it was everywhere. The rain made everything cling: his hair, his clothes.
"Different manifestations. I'm not an expert on it. See if Myx knows."
He adjusted his grip on the staff, and while Fred was still off-balance, got in a hard swing at his shins.
HP: 30
DMG: 5
CHG: 2/3
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 8
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2017 6:50 am
Fred was about to say something else when Tom smacked him in the shins with his stupid pole, throwing him completely off his train of thought and right back onto the intent focus of the fight at hand. Even feeling rattled he had enough juice to keep going.
"Myx says it just went wrong and that it won't always go wrong." he snarled. "And maybe that's good for you you sneaky ******** s**t."
"Because next time I ******** do it I won't ******** it up."
And he aimed his return attack right back at Ros's own legs, just out of a fit of indignation.
HP: 23/40
DMG: 6
Charge: 1/3 - GC used
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2017 6:56 am
It was unnerving to have a sword swung so intently at him, but nothing got lost. Still, he was aware with every hit just how careless he was being.
But we can afford it, can't we? Gil reminded him. Oh, I'd like a go. Just get me one more strike in, Roz.
Roswell complied, pressing the butt of the staff right into Fred's stomach, like he was using it as a pool cue.
HP: 24
DMG: 8
CHG: 3/3
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Toshihiko Two rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 8
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2017 6:56 am
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2017 7:03 am
Ros's hit nailed him right in the stomach and even with the shield it hurt like hell, making him grunt with ********!" he snapped. "That's a stupid ******** weapon." And it was only stupid because it hurt, of course.
Still, with every hit he made, there was the constant logical thought that slicing someone with a huge katana should leave them cut wide open, and yet with Tom he wasn't leaving so much as a scrape in his wake.
"How long can you even HANDLE this?"
And this time he tried stealing the same tactic, using the long blade like a jousting lance.
HP: 15/40
DMG: 3
Charge: 2/3 - GC used
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Toshihiko Two rolled 7 4-sided dice:
3, 2, 1, 1, 3, 3, 4
Total: 17 (7-28)
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2017 7:07 am
Being stabbed held its own thrill, and Roswell grasped the blade for a wondering moment, before wrenching free and spinning Gil's now-lit shaft like a roulette wheel.
"Longer than you, I think," Roswell said, his eyes lit as much as the staff.
Energy whipped up into an autumn wind, cutting straight and true through Fred in a way that went right to his bones. The release was good, euphoric, and Gil was there with him, as if all that pacing in his stall in that one moment, someone had opened the door, and they were both rushing, riding-
But it all came down afterwards. The runes were back to their usual light. It was warm, and still raining, and dim from the constant onslaught of clouds and rush of ocean water.
Roswell stood, panting, gripping Gil in a way that left imprints in his palm.
"Well?" he asked, wiping the water from his face.
HP: 21
DMG: 14
CHG: Using
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