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Ice Queen rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 6
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 4:17 pm
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Trira rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 5:54 pm
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Ice Queen rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 5
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 6:00 pm
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Trira rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 8
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 7:05 pm
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Ice Queen rolled 5 4-sided dice:
2, 2, 4, 4, 3
Total: 15 (5-20)
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 7:13 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 10:02 pm
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"You've learned how to heal?" Moure asked curiously, tipping his head to catch the attempted playing of the guitar. While it wasn't really effective, it was still a nice-sounding note. He gave a little wave of his hand, "It's fine. At least you can get it sometimes though, right? That's something." To the mention of Cricket's office, Moure shook his head. "It's cool. I try to only go there when I'm dissapated or seriously in pieces. For something like this though, I'll just need a bit of time and I'll be fine."
And with that thought, Moure glanced around for a stool or something to that extent, but spotted nothing. Instead, he just leaned on the closest wall, tugging at one of his arm seams to make sure it was tight after all that motion. Still looking at his arm's stitching, Moure quietly brought back up the reason he'd come in the first place. "So...you were weaponized too, right?" Roch wouldn't have seen Moure's demise at the hand of the blonde woman, seen the clawshot limp on the ground, but Moure had gone second to last. Maybe Roch would notice the fact that Moure subconsciously added in that 'too', as well.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 7:25 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 10:02 am
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Moure gave a nod, his expression more somber than it had been before. "Yeah." That was at least three out of their team of five who had been weaponized. Bitterly, it occured to Moure that his team had been worth quite a lot to the Hunters. Go figure. Moure shook his head, "How would a Hunter even fight with a double-headed guitar? What, were they just going to flail you around?" That brought the barest hint of a chuckle from the patchwork. Then Moure thought back to his own weaponized form, trying to place a name on the shape he'd become. The irony of his weapon-form didn't escape him. Moure suspected that those Hunters made their weapon form the most ridiculous thing they could think of. He spoke again, pushing some of his hair from his face. "Man, I don't even know what you'd call it. I guess...it'd be a claw-shot? Something like that. It was like a long arm-gauntlet-thing, but the hand part was like a claw-machine end. And that part could be shot off and pulled back, since it was attached by a long cable." He shook his head with a slight shudder. Subconsciously, he glanced over to his left arm, checking it's stitches. It hadn't given him much trouble since he'd become a Year Two.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 10:32 am
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"Huh," he said quietly. "I mean... y'know... I sort of understand why they'd want us as weapons, but at the same time--" He shook his head. "Why do they hate us so much?" he asked. "Especially us--hell, we've only been in the human world what, two or three times? And the closest I've been to humans--other than them, was in that class with the freaky white talking animal, and I didn't even really see them," he said.
He looked like a little boil. There was a vulnerability to his expression that was a bit surprising. "I don't get it, man. I'm not even meant to scare people, did you know that? I'm meant to go when they die and take the fear away before they... y'know, go wherever it is they go after dying. And I ain't even done that."
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