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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2012 7:17 am
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2012 2:35 pm
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Ice Queen rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Sexy Cocaine rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Ice Queen rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 5
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2012 8:41 pm
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"Not bad, actually," Roch said. "I mean other than dealin' with a few loose ends, at the moment. But, y'see, I got a traumatized ghoulfriend t'deal with cuz of you, and she's had enough t'deal with as it is--so y'gotta dissipate a time or two. Nothin' personal," he added.
To be honest--if it was just guys, he probably wouldn't hate the guy, he thought as he swung his guitar lightly, hitting the vampire in the gut. And also, most of what'd happened was Amphi's fault. She should know better than to do what she did--but of course she didn't. She was a ditz, Roch was the first to acknowledge it.
But even so, he was positive Lou needed his a** kicked for some reason or other. He was just that type of guy.
HP: 50/50 DMG: 4 FEAR: /3
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Sexy Cocaine rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Ice Queen rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 6
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Sexy Cocaine rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Ice Queen rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 9:25 am
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Roch actually laughed. "Oh man, you haven't been in this school NEARLY long enough," he told him. "Y'give up on the balls of steel s**t when y'face off against a room full of hunters and a floor that keeps explodin'."
One more hit, he figured. Then he'd stop. The guy wasn't in too bad of shape, really. In fact, rather than hit him, he walked over, dropping a heavy hand on Lou's shoulder.
"Here's the thing, vamp," he said in an almost friendly manner. "I ain't really gonna kill you--mostly cuz the problem is more her fault than yours. But if I hear about y'messin' with my ghoul again, I'm gonna haveta just keep draggin' your sorry a** back here, kickin' it, and that would only be fun for one of us. Remember, I got three tricks under my sleeve, when you got... one. And it probably don't even work right most of the time, I bet."
HP: 50 DMG: 1 FEAR: /3
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 9:54 am
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Yeah, right. Lou didn't know who these hunters were, but he was sure as s**t tired of hearing about them with little other explanation. "Oh yeah, I'll bet." The boil said sarcastically, folding his arms when Roch's hand came down on his shoulder.
Oh, look at that. Hedgehog was playing the benevolent 'I'll let it slip this time, BUT-' card. There was a small impulse to try and hit the boil, but it went ignored. No, Lou wouldn't try to hit him now. That would make him look more like a fool than anything. Instead, he listened to the boil's words, nodding wisely and making a note to do the exact opposite of what the boil asked him. "Well maybe you should tell me who your ghoulfriend is so I don't make the same mistake twice." The mistake being he let her slip away with livable mental trauma. Oh no. Not next time. Not after this.
HP: 13
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 10:13 am
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He looked at the vampire, a strange expression on his face as he dropped the hand. "Actually, no, I don't think I will," he decided. This close it was pretty obvious that he hadn't even broken into a sweat. "I suggest y'just watch your a**, especially toyin' with the ghouls in the school. But you probably won't listen t'me, will you? Then you'll hit on Freya and haveta' deal with that big black motherjacker she's datin'--"
He burst out laughing. But when he stopped, there was a cold expression in his silver eyes. "Y'think I'm bein' soft right now, I'm sure. I'll admit I am. But next time--well, I suggest y'think of goin' t'classes, boil. Right now I could easily dissipate y'twice over without gettin' a scratch." It didn't sound like bragging. In fact there was a bit of disappointment in his voice.
He let his guitar dissipate, and headed for the door.
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