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 Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 8:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 10:02 pm
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Haze was not sure why Tybalt wanted to fight with him, or why he was excited about it. But hey--he was up for a spar if he wanted one. He had yet to fight with anyone or anything--except for this one time, back in his swamp where--but now wasn't the time to go over all that. Tybalt had given him a specific time and date to show, so he had to be sure to arrive on time.
To kill some time, Haze did a few laps in the swamp out back--then he visited the cafeteria for food. After that, he went to the library and snoozed, only to be woken later by a very annoyed Avery smacking him over the head with a book. Not wanting to be abused by the librarian again, Haze decided that he best head over to the meeting spot. He didn't want to be late for his spar, after all.
He showed up for the fight--but hours after he was supposed to be there. When he got there--Tybalt was asleep. Fast asleep. Grinning, the boil headed over to where Tybalt lay sprawled on the ground, lightly nudging him with his boot. "Oi pooch. I thought you wanted to spar? Why are you sleeping on the ground?" Pausing a moment, he shrugged and turned to walk away again.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 12:25 am
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Tybalt had waited and waited... and waited and still there had been no sign of the swamp dragon.
Did he forget? Or did he just blow him off..? He couldn't tell, but knowing Haze, it was more likely that it was the earlier. Then again, he might have just lost interest and just didn't bother to come at all...
So what should he do now? Wait for him or go back to his room..?
He sighed, pushing a hand through his hair and sat on the ground. He would wait, just on the off chance that the idiot dragon really was late. Unfortunately, this wait turned out to be far longer than he figured it to be and eventually, he fell asleep; sprawled out on the ground. It wasn't until the swamp dragon nudged him with his boot that the black dog started to wake up and rubbed at his eyes.
"Huh.. wha..?" He blinked trying to focus on the other boil. "Haze...? What, now you arrive?" The black dog resisted the urge to smack the other and instead started to get to his feet, just in time to see the boil start to walk away again.
"Ah wait wait WAIT!" He growled, grabbing hold of those long stringy feelers he had coming off of his back and giving them a good yank. "You promised!" He hissed out.
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LividPeas rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 4:09 am
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What was the point of Tybalt calling him over here, if he was just going to sleep the whole time? Well--he had plenty of things he could do himself as well! Like--eat more fish, swim around the swamp more and---"YEOW!" JACKDAMMIT! WHAT THE HELL!? Turning wide eyed to see just what had snagged one of his feelers; his gaze landed on the culprit. Looks like sleeping beauty woke up, and made the first attack. "Hey! Sneak attacks don't count!"
Practically hissing as the boil had yet to let go; Haze quickly brought his hand over and gripped Tybalt's hand hard enough, that his hand would probably bruise--if it could bruise. Rubbing at his feeler tentatively, he gave a sideways look at the black dog. "If we're going to fight, then we fight fair--no touching my feelers though! They are off limits! they're sensitive y'know!" He practically whined at the boil, hoping that he would agree to these terms. If not, he might have to walk away from this spar, here and now.
"Okay--so your awake now. Lets get on with this. I don't have all day y'know." Not like he had the right to say that, after having make Tybalt wait for hours on end for him to show his face.
HP: 30/30
TARGET: Tybalt's hand
DAMAGE: 2
FEAR: ---
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OnionGrump rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 4
Total: 12 (2-16)
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LividPeas rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 5:48 am
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He was at least pleased to hear that he would no longer go after his feelers. Hopefully--he would keep that promise. Haze being as trusting as he was, believed he would. If he didn't, however, he may have to kill the boil. A little bit of rough housing did not need to include abuse to the more sensitive parts of his body--and his feelers were possibly the most sensitive--like cats whiskers or something.
"Ow! Aw you little s**t!" Teetering over slightly when Tybalt kicked out at his shin, Haze did let go--but only to grab the boil's ears and hoist him off the ground by them. "Heh heyyy! Look! Your my height now!" He grinned at the black dog, keeping him suspended for the moment, and at eye level. After a moment, he dropped him all together and moved back away from him. He may be stupid, but he knew to be careful around angry pooches.
"Okay--what now? Is the fight still going?" Haze called to Tybalt, curious as to what was about to happen next. Obviously, the fight had hardly begun..but then again, this was his first spar with anyone. How was he supposed to know how long it would go on for?
HP: 24/30
TARGET: Tybalt
DAMAGE: 4
FEAR: ---
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OnionGrump rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 1
Total: 9 (2-16)
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LividPeas rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 3:35 pm
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LividPeas rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 5
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 3:36 pm
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This was pretty fun, he had to admit. He would have to do this again sometime, and possibly with others as well. Scratching at his arm, he could feel his skin being to dry after having been out of water too long. It was irritating.
Before he noticed, the black dog was already on him again, pouncing him to the ground. "Ouf!" Falling back, he smacked his head off the ground, and kicked his foot up into Tybalt's stomach, sending him flying. "Ow, man..I think you shook something loose.." He groaned, rubbing at his head.
Standing to his full height again, Haze stared down the boil from where he stood, watching and waiting for him to make a move again. "Well..come on then."
HP: 21/30
TARGET: Tybalt
DAMAGE: 4
FEAR: ---
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OnionGrump rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-16)
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LividPeas rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 5
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 9:34 pm
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Rubbing the tip of his nose with his index finger, he raised a brow when watching and listening to the boil. Just to double check, he twisted a finger around in each ear, examined his finger, then shrugged. "Nope. Nothing." When the black dog made a comment that he could have lost his brain, here merely waved it off. "No way. It would hurt more if that happened."
Snarling when the boil kicked at his legs, he felt himself teeter forward again. Before the mutt could retreat, he brought his elbow up quickly, and rammed it right into the side of Tybalt's head. "Might want to check if your brain fell out though.." Grinning to himself, he stood upright again, and dusted himself off.
HP: 19/30
TARGET: Tybalt
DAMAGE: 4
FEAR: ---
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OnionGrump rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-16)
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LividPeas rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-12)
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OnionGrump rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 4
Total: 12 (2-16)
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LividPeas rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-12)
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