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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 6:17 pm
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It was the day after the morning they'd all awoken from the Trial of Death.
Moure needed to check on his team-mates. Out of the boils, Roch was the one Moure knew the best. And Roch would probably know how the others were doing, so he figured the reaper would be a good choice. Plus, he'd seen Roch go, seen the other boil escape and then get caught again, and finally weaponized. There was no way Roch would know he wasn't the only one weaponized then, though. For some reason, it just seemed...well, just, to tell the reaper that he himself had suffered the same fate.
As such, Moure found himself making his way through the reaper dorms, finding Roch's door with some ease. It wasn't the first time he'd shown up here, after all. After a moment, he gave a quick knock on the door.
Maybe the reaper was out doing the same thing as Moure, actually. As such, If Roch was out, Moure would just have to catch him some other time.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 6:27 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 7:14 pm
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Moure waited at the door, and then the knob started to turn. Curiously, Moure glanced down to the equally interested minipet. He'd forgotten that it usually got the door for Roch. When the door swung open, Moure cautiously looked around for the reaper, taking a few steps inside so he could search for Roch. Strangely enough though, there was a peculiar, pretty(?) smell coming from somewhere inside the room. He had to be in here if the little fae had let Moure in.
After a few moments, he heard some faint...snoring? He glanced in the direction of Roch's bed, finding the reaper there. Moure's brief moments of sleep had been torn up between nightmares and replays of his weaponization, and as such the patchwork had just decided not to deal with sleeping right now and just crash in a hopefully dreamless sleep later. The non-undead students probably couldn't do that, though, and thus actually had to sleep normally. And it didn't look like the other boil had slept much anyway.
Quietly, Moure turned around, heading back for the door. Unfortunately, his food bumped something, making a faint sound. Hopefully it wouldn't interrupt the reaper's sleep, since the other boil probably needed it (and Moure was vaguely worried that the reaper might think him some kind of room invader and attack in his sleep-cloyed mind. But, you know, that was just a little side thought. Really.).
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 7:18 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 7:34 pm
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Alas, his escape was too slow. Moure turned, ready to duck in case the guitat came swinging toward his head. Fortunately, Roch did so such thing, although the weapon was summoned and ready to use. Moure's hands came up as a way of gesturing, "Don't shoot!" to deter any potential attacks, and then gave a nod when the other relaxed. "Hey. Sorry to wake you up. Your little one let me in..." Moure stood by the door, speaking up again when the reaper addressed some questions to him. "After noon, I think. Why? Were you just taking a nap?" Or had the boil slept all the way through the night and then some? To the other question, Moure nodded. "Better than yesterday, I guess." Which brought him around to his reason for coming, actually.
Moure tipped his chin toward the reaper, speaking again. "What about you? Are you okay? I, well, I saw what happened..." Moure shook his head, trying to supress his own shudder. He didn't fully manage to do so. He'd felt that same pain, that razing, killing pain. He'd felt his fear compressed, felt them destroy him to turn him into something he wasn't.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 7:59 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 9:37 pm
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"What?" Moure asked, catching the sight of whatever Roch was pulling out of his desk. It seemed Roch was trying to push the memories of the events out of his mind, and had to take on an idea they'd always talked about before, but never gotten around to planning. They'd been planning on a teaching spar since the Haunted House, but Moure was still a little surprised by the reaper's sudden realization. "You think so?" Everyone knew Moure was pathetic at hand-to-hand combat.
Maybe he didn't have hand-to-hand combat in mind, though. Judging by the objects Roch had pulled out, they were going to try something else.
Moure nodded, trying to keep up with Roch's sudden train of thought. "Learn to fight? Or do you mean to...what, utilize our talents to survive?" That seemed like the best option, actually. Moure caught the bag, feeling the weight drag down his arm unexpectedly. The black balls were heavier than Moure'd previously thought. Moure paused, processing all this, and then nodded. "Alright, let's go."
It was time to go train then, apparently.
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Ice Queen rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 6:14 am
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Trira rolled 1 20-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 5:44 pm
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Ice Queen rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 3
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 5:49 pm
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Trira rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 1
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 6:15 pm
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Ice Queen rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 6:19 pm
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Trira rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 6:31 pm
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Moure gave a slight frown, looking down to the bag of ball bearings. How did one go about putting FEAR in that? "I know!" That didn't change the fact that Moure really wasn't a hard hitter. That was probably his problem, really.
And then came the guitar again. "I noticed." He said with a slight grunt as the guitar smacked into him. Quickly, he took a few more steps back, and then spun on his heel and ran a bit further. "Better?" Hopefully this would be a better range.
Moure pulled out another ball bearing, weighing it in his hand again. Maybe he was using the wrong hand...? Couldn't hurt to try, right? (Which was a lie, since that mean Roch would probably be able to smack him again, but still.) Moure switched hands, lifting it in his other. Better? Worse? He'd find out after he threw it, probably. Quickly, he took aim at the reaper again, and threw the ball bearing toward him. Okay, it had a better heft this time. At least it was more effective than the other one at a greater distance. This hand it was, then.
HP: 34/40 Damage: 3
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Ice Queen rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 8
Total: 16 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 6:35 pm
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Trira rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 5
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 4:10 pm
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"Type?" Moure asked, thinking as he took a set back. "Well, my one from last year is swift strike and--" Oh hey that guitar really looked like it was coming toward him a lot faster and stronger than usual.
And when it hit, it felt like it too.
Whatever else Moure was going to say, it was lost when his air was knocked out of him. He stumbled slightly from the momentum of the blow, then felt his side. "Man" he hufted out, "Do you always hit like that during spars?" He waved his hand for Roch to continued while he recovered. "Thinking what?"
While waiting for Roch to continue, Moure took a few steps back again. Maybe he just wasn't good at throwing this type of thing? Usually he was chucking a rock or, well, an umbrella at enemies, to be honest. He pulled another one out and looked at it. Maybe if he thought of it like it was maceball and he was pitching? That could work...
Moure's mouth set, and he drew back his arm like he was pitching for a sports game. When he flung the ball forward, it rocketed toward Roch a lot more effectively than any of the other's had. Yup, Moure had a pitcher's arm. That much was clear now.
HP: 24/40 Damage: 6
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