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Smerdle rolled 1 20-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-20)
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Seiana_ZI rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2015 1:19 pm
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If he had been aware that he was being sized up as a test subject for a reaper of all terribly insulting things, Cearney would have given Brenley the what-for and other agitated ranting.
Instead, he walked in and just grumbled to himself.
That fight against that sorceress had been embarrassing at best, considering not only could he not land a single damn hit, he also succeeded in entirely backfiring his FEAR attack. Never had he seen anyone blast themselves for so much damage without doing an ounce of it to the other party. And the other party was a reaper! Weren't reapers squishy, anyway? (Never mind inferior.)
He refused to have his a** handed to him again. Cearney liked his a** where it was, anyway. Not in his face or on the ground or anything like that and especially from a non-demon.
Unfortunately for Cearney, the first soul his eyes laid themselves upon was a nerdy alumni he didn't realize was, in fact, an alumni.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Smerdle rolled 11 4-sided dice:
3, 4, 2, 3, 2, 4, 4, 2, 4, 2, 2
Total: 32 (11-44)
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2015 1:27 pm
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Seiana_ZI rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2015 7:46 am
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When the reaper approached, Cearney became quite aware of how tall the other boil was.
Sure, to most people, six feet wasn't all that tall. It was tall, but there was certainly taller. However, to Cearney, a lot of people seemed tall, considering how short he was. This terrible reaper seemed absurdly so, and Cearney's ever-present frown just deepened.
He hated tall creatures.
It wasn't anything personal -- okay, he was lying, it was about their height compared to his own it was totally personal and he'd knock this tall cool down by his knees so he could quit with the smiles and the good afternoons it certainly was not good not when he had to spar and look up and tall squishy-
Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow
His thoughts came to a smashing half when there was a barrage of rocks and stones dropped onto his head. He could hear the clanging in his ears and it immediately made his head throb. Instinctively, he ducked, but considering it was a rain of stones from above, ducking wasn't exactly effective. All that did was make the rocks pelt other parts of his body.
The nerve-- !
Cearney would not take that kind of flippant, ignorant behaviour from anyone, especially not a reaper! (Any irony was entirely lost on him.)
Indignant, Cearney stomped his foot down before charging Brenley and attempting to knock him over by ducking down and grabbing onto his knees. In the meantime, he unleashed the power in his FEAR bracelet, determined to do as much damage as possible.
All things considered, it probably felt like a rock.
If that rock was a pebble.
And hollow.
HP: 7/30...... Damage: 1 + 2 from FEAR bracelet gj Cearney
xSmerdle Cearney does not appreciate the trolling okay He will destroy Brenley!!! (Not really.)
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Smerdle rolled 7 4-sided dice:
3, 1, 1, 3, 4, 2, 4
Total: 18 (7-28)
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2015 7:34 am
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If only it was that easy to knock out a hunter.
Brenley paused, looking up at the sky from his position on the ground. In hindsight, he probably shouldn't have retaliated with such fervor, but it was all good practice for them both, he supposed. It was likely he had also made another enemy, but at the very least he could do something that might begin to repair that.
The reaper sat up, wincing at little when he saw the crumpled form of the exploded leprechaun. He took his time getting up fully, halfway expecting the boil to regain consciousness and continue the attack, but when he did not, Brenley picked him up and carried him back to the demon dorms. It had been a close call between terming him a demon or a reaper, but considering he had never seen the boil around his own dorm, Bren made a choice and hoped he was right.
As he set him down on the steps and backed away, Brenley noticed the boil's bracelet. He had thought he'd felt something strange during their brief altercation, but he'd chalked it up to some new attack he hadn't bothered to familiarize himself with. But what if it was... that? He leaned closer for just a moment, prodding the thing lightly before stepping back. Okay, maybe not. It felt like a bracelet.
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2015 8:18 am
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Everything was black.
There were a few moments where Cearney was convinced he had properly dissipated. Considering he hadn't before, he didn't exactly know what it felt like...
The first thing he noticed as he stirred was the fact that it felt like he was floating, after all. He didn't really notice the reaper carrying him around like a doll considering everything was blurring and spinning at best, and he quickly closed his cracked eyelid in an attempt to fight the nausea off.
The cold was the next thing to catch his attention, and Cearney shivered just a bit when he was set on the stairs of the Demon Dorms. The feeling was familiar enough, but he usually didn't feel it on his back. Under his feet, maybe. That sounded about right.
He was fairly sure he had been in the gym when he was so viciously attacked, but this was definitely not the gym. He was on stairs, that much he was starting to understand. How exactly did he end up--
The sudden sensation of something pressing against his bracelet made Cearney recoil on instinct, and his eyes popped open just in time to see who was doing it.
Jackdamned reaper.
He was still too out of it to aim properly, but he did smack at Brenley's hand to make sure it stayed away. Not only was that not the reaper's to have, not that he could really remove it anyways, he also couldn't have anyone touching it. That invited questions. Questions he honestly didn't want to answer, or for that matter, wasn't sure he could. He still wasn't entirely sure how it worked, but he supposed that was why only The Black Sands seemed to have them...
Shaking his head out of the mud, Cearney came to a sitting position and made sure to give the reaper the hardest glare he possibly could. Considering he was fairly sure this reaper a*****e was the one who had carted him here now, it probably was not as threatening as he would have liked it to be. All bark, not a whole lot of bite.
So he'd bark a bit louder.
"Really?" It wasn't really a question. "Don't touch me you jackdamned enchanter." Grumbling only partially to himself, he made sure to add, "Can't even summon your own magicks..."
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2015 4:28 pm
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Heh?
Heh?
Cearney's eye twitched, but he mostly kept his face in a thin glare, attempting to not let this a*****e reaper's behaviour get to him. (Really it was too late, it had clearly already gotten to him.)
There was a considerable amount of victorious viciousness added to his expression, though, when the reaper remarked on his useless magic. Clearly what he said had gotten to the other at least a tiny bit. "You should be," he remarked, not offering a word of forgiveness.
Carefully gathering his bracelet-adorned arm under his other arm when he crossed them, he snapped a, "Good. Goodbye."
Hrmph.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2015 9:43 am
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