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MoonKitsune rolled 2 12-sided dice:
7, 5
Total: 12 (2-24)
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 Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2017 7:30 am
It wad raining but was at least not a downpour. Bearable at the very least even if he knew he would need to undress and shower after. It would be nice if he could keep his shoes dry for more than a few hours in a day.
Turning a red pen in his fingers, he walked the line of wooden dummies before picking a spot and summoning Saliva into his arms. The drips of rain were working to start darkening his usually light hair to a darker yellowish pink.
He gamed at a dummy and fired, the doll shaking from the impact.
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Toshihiko Two rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2017 7:11 pm
Roswell mopped the hair out of his face, hating to do it, because it exposed his bitten ear and scarred, milky eye. There was a difference, however, to soft and well-kept bangs falling over an eye that couldn't see in the first place, and wet hair getting in his mouth.
One of these days, he was just going to get a very fancy eyepatch.
He shouldn't kid himself. If he was going to get eyepatches, he was going to have ones that fit in with his wardrobe. It would be like owning one pair of shoes.
Being on something like a battlefield always lifted his spirits, however.
"Hello, Mr Wood," he said, cordially enough. His own weapon was in his hand in a flash, and he leaned against the staff casually, crossing one foot over the o†her.
"I'm surprised you have such a steady grip on your gun, while also carrying such a massive chip on your shoulder."
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MoonKitsune rolled 1 20-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2017 7:29 pm
Purple hair wasn't common on Deus, and it was easy to spot. When Roswell came over, leaning on his weapon like some oversized cane, he wanted to just shoot it and see him fall over. While Lysander was a whiner, he hadn't shared many words with Roswell aside from dare night. That was enough.
"Hello Mr. Roswell." He mimiced in return. "Surprised you managed to pull that big of a stick out of your a**." He said, glancing at his weapon.
Whatever chip Roswell thought he had, he wasn't about to let him talk about it. Roswell was just the knight to his very limp noodle of a princess.
"Is there something you need."
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Toshihiko Two rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 3
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2017 7:41 pm
"Taken an interest, have you? I hope you're not sore about me turning down your dare. You're very well-kept yourself, but I'm particular about how my clothing is handled."
He realized with a sudden and wild rush of adrenaline that he didn't need too many pleasantries to initiate. (Here, anyway).
"I was hoping you would humor me," Roswell said, "in a little experimentation involving said stick," and here he swung very hard at Melvin's kneecaps.
"His name is Gil, by the way."
HP: 40
ATK: 3
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 12-sided dice:
9, 8
Total: 17 (2-24)
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2017 7:48 pm
The hit was more surprising than damanging, and he stumbled back and nearly fell as the sudden smack to his knees. It was quick, without any sort of warning, and it was lucky Melvin did have a firm grip on Saliva else he might have dropped her.
"Sneaky b*****d." He snapped, before pointing Saliva at him.
"Didn't know you wanted rough." That still left his heart shooting up into his throat, and he tried to take a breath to steady his aim. "Here I thought you only wanted to experiment with your boyfriend."
He aimed at the Roswell's chest and fired. "And Saliva says Hi."
HP: 57/60
Dmg: 11
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Toshihiko Two rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 2
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2017 7:53 pm
Guns, as Roswell well knew, had a strong advantage in most fights, and having one (even one writhing with teeth) flushed his heart with animal instinct. There was a loud stinging sound, and the shot itself knocked him back with the sheer force of it.
He knew in one instant that Melvin's weapon was capable of damage he and Gil, at their very best, weren't capable of.
Instead of being angry, he touched his chest and throat, the area still humming with sizzling power.
"Oh," he said, surprised. "So that's what they're capable of," and he laughed, on his feet again with a too-wide smile. He swung, once, but only hit air. Tension was in his shoulders, ready to swing again. "How interesting. Saliva, you said? And he's my boss. We're not dating. Weren't you there for the Truth or Truth session, too?"
HP: 29
ATK: -
CHG: 1/3
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 12-sided dice:
8, 3
Total: 11 (2-24)
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2017 8:09 pm
"Yes, I was. I was also there for Dare night, remember. Seen plenty there too." He pointed out, moving back as he aimed Saliva once more.
"Trying to figure out how weapons and hunter shields work?" He asked, taking a pop shot at Roswell's shoulder. Despite the little jabs in his conversation, the man actually seemed to be investigating instead of just lashing out at him. That was at least a bit more tolerable than Lysander.
HP: 57/60
Dmg: 5
Chrg: 2/3
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Toshihiko Two rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2017 8:50 am
"Oh, no," Roswell said, bringing the staff across horizontally this time. "I just like a proper fight. Dares aren't personal, Mr. Wood, and those were very tame. Nothing illegal, or bloody, for example. Toilets were considered extreme. This is more interesting than that got, don't you agree? I admit it feels strange, not regulating the force of impact."
HP: 24
DMG: 5
CHG: 2/3
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 12-sided dice:
10, 11
Total: 21 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2017 9:44 am
"Downside of mixed company. Can't let things go to where you want without considering how damaging to your image it could be from outside witnesses." He agreed, moving back from the attack.
"Not as satisfying, is it? To feel a shield resist your weapon and feel it scrape against it. Not until it breaks."
"No. This is tame too. We have wards. The result will be the same. Nothing illegal. Nothing bloody."
He aimed and fired again.
HP: 52
Dmg: 15
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Toshihiko Two rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 5
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2017 10:12 am
"I wouldn't say that. Just like driving a car that requires a lighter touch versus one you need a heavy hand to turn."
The blow put him back in the sand again, and he rose again, panting and still smiling.
"I know I don't look like I've fought my fair share of battles, but I know when I'm outgunned. You're a prickly sort of customer, aren't you? Very guarded."
Lights arced up and down Gil. If he could get in one hit. Just one more....
HP: 9
DMG: 7
CHG: 3/3
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 12-sided dice:
10, 5
Total: 15 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2017 2:58 pm
"And would you say it would be wise to be guarded around certain people who dislike me and wish me harm?" He added, moving in now as he aimed once more.
"If it works, why fix it." He said and fired once more at Roswell's shoulder to weaken his grip.
HP: 45
Dmg: 9 on the dot!
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2017 4:19 pm
Roswell's shield came apart, and the dangerous, glowing line of lights died, and the weapon tucked himself back into Roswell's pocket. He felt that hit worse than the others, but there was a humming kick, like something else kicking on instead. The field wasn't Gil's.
Gil gave a groan of disappointment. "Oh, so close. Come on, Roz. One more turn. I'm good for it." He felt a little drunk.
Roswell gave his breast pocket a consoling pat, rolling his shoulder.
"Of course. Your list of certain people just seems to include, well, everyone. No friends at all? And with your friendly and approachable demeanour? Thank you for the spar, in any case. I'm still getting the hang of all this. But I like to think I'm a fast learner."
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2017 4:43 pm
"What can I say, I'm just a bundle of warmth. But I do have friends. You're still new and haven't met them yet. If you ever want to spar again, I won't be opposed to a rematch. Maybe next time I'll get to see you use a charge." He dismissed his weapon, not caring that he lost a little health, and adjusted his jacket.
"You can make it back on your own? I'm responsible for new hunters with no shields being left without any protection in case a golem shows up." He informed him.
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