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 Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 9:42 am
As his best friend, Petro had been one of the first to enter Sheridan's thoughts, and thus it was not Petro the dragon was currently searching for. He had to find his friend, to assure himself that the horse was, at least physically, okay. All that had happened, all they had seen, had Petro felt the same fate as him? Did he even want to know? For a moment his eyes closed tightly, a shudder breaking his steps as he walked through the monster dorms in search of his friend's room. He tried not to think, to stop the flood of memories, to concentrate on his current task. He didn't want to think, didn't want to remember. He knew he couldn't run, that he couldn't suppress it forever, but for now, now he only wanted to find his friends. Couldn't they just be together in peace for a little while? Reaching the door, Sheridan raised one hand to knock on the door. The knock was perhaps a bit louder, a bit more forceful than he had intended, fueled by a sense of desperation and dread. Oh please be there, please be alive... "Petro! It's Sheridan, you there?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 11:10 pm
The tikbalang was out running. Traumatic experience or not, the horse boil continued his daily regimen of jogging. If he stayed in his room, or in one place too long without anything to occupy his thoughts, it was very likely Tro would simply give into the urge to go feral. To not think, to not feel, to simply react to his surroundings without worrying about the consequences.
It was best he didn't. His Clan would be forced to put him down otherwise.
He hadn't been thinking, he hadn't been feeling much of anything since the trials' end. But perhaps that wasn't the best way of dealing. He hadn't ever come to grips with his performance during the Island, and it was just making him feel worse.
"Sheridan?" the horse boil blinked in surprise to find his friend waiting for him. "What're y' doing here?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 8:28 am
The dragon's tail twitched, Petro hadn't answered, why hadn't he answered? A wave of sudden panic and horror hit him. Where was his friend? What had happened? What if...what if it hadn't been a dream after all? What if Petro hadn't made it back, was he about to wake up and suddenly find himself back there--nonononononono! Please answer the door, please be okay... He shook, trying to pull himself from those thoughts. Get a grip, Sheridan, he's probably just out somewhere. Maybe he was just-- Sheridan turned suddenly, the sound of the familiar voice catching his attention. "I..." Overwhelming relief, Sheridan stepped forward to seize his friend in a firm embrace. He was here, they were both here, both alive, and (at least physical) unharmed. Did he dare believe this was really real, that it wasn't the dream and the nitemare reality? "I wanted to see how you were doing." And by 'see how you were doing', he really meant 'assure himself you (and everyone else) were alive'.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 5:53 am
The tikbalang didn't attempt to move out of the embrace nor did he try to push Sheridan away. In fact, he returned the hug just as fiercely as the memories of the trials briefly flashed in his mind. "Out for a run. Been doing a whole lotta that," he murmured, "Y' doing okay." It was a statement, not a question. Petro needed it to be a statement. The guilt that he'd put his friends through something so awful because of his wrong choices was simply too heavy for him.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 7:32 am
Sheridan gave his friend a nod followed by a shrug. He understood, he himself was struggling to cope, hardly daring to sleep, uncomfortable indoors for more than short periods of time. He seemed he had taken to spending most nights on the roof again, staring up at the stars, afraid to let himself drift in to sleep, to fall back into the nitemare. "I'm okay..." Physically he was at least. He was alive, he was intact, he had no lasting visible scars. "Do you wanna...do something?" He supposed they could both use a distraction. Sheridan of course placed no blame on Petro, he was not to blame for anything that happened, in truth no such thought had ever occurred to Sheridan. To Sheridan all blame rested solely on the ones who had put them there in the first place, the horsemen. If Sheridan had realized that Petro blamed himself...well he'd have kicked his a**!
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Huni Pi rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 7:37 am
The horse boil nodded his sentiment, jack yes he wanted to do something. Running cleared his mind but only during the activity. The thoughts and memories and the guilt gnawing at him could only be held at bay when he wasn't still. "Wanna crush those Hunters. Rend. Stomp. Kill. They hurt Lattice bad. That wasn't no fake-future." Brown eyes flashed angrily and hands balled into tight fists.
"Saw one'v 'em Hunters. Fought him. Lost." he spat in disgust, "We need to be stronger."
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Amon Larethian rolled 1 20-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 7:44 am
On that point Sheridan certainly agreed, they needed to be stronger. They needed to be stronger to fight the hunters, and possibly the horsemen. He was not now (nor was he likely to be) convinced the horsemen were on their side. As far as he was concerned they were as bad as, or worse than the hunters. With hunters they at least knew where they stood, with horsemen they had no way of knowing.
"Alright, let's go to the gym then."
A spar sounded like a good idea, a release. The thought that one or both of them might be feeling more aggressive than normal had not occurred to him, but if it had did it matter? They would never grow stronger if they held back.
Watch out Petro, he had a few new tricks this time.
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Huni Pi rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 7
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 7:51 am
Even if Petro didn't have so much frustration and anger pent up in him, he wouldn't have said refused Sheridan's suggestion to spar. His muscles were properly warmed up but his fists itched to drive into something other than trees. His knuckles may be sporting some bruising and indicate skin slowly healing after being torn.
By the time they arrived at the gym, Petro had shifted to his natural form. "'M thinking y' oughta do the same," was the only warning the horse boil gave before he threw a left hook at the dragon boil.
HP: 40
Damage: 5
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Amon Larethian rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 7
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 8:08 am
!!!
He had been completely caught off guard, having not expected such a sudden start to the match. His head shook, ow that had been a hard hit. Alright then, let's do this.
His dropped his pin to the ground, immediately shifting into his natural form. It was clear he had changed since their last battle, he had grown. He was larger than he had been, his length from nose to tail now over 30 feet, perhaps approaching 40.
Oh, but that was not the only way he had grown. No, as Petro was about to find out, ice was no longer the dragon's only trick. His head reared back, jaws parted, unleashing a blast of super-heated plasma fire. Let's start things off with a bang!
(( HP: 35/40
Damage: 4 ))
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Huni Pi rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 8:13 am
The heat from Sheridan's blast singed the exposed skin on the tikbalang's arms as he brought them up to block. It hurt but it felt good. To know that his friend can dish it as good as he took it. His fists clenched and unclenched instinctively as he bore through the pain, his horse muzzle grinning wildly as he began to weave his body before throwing a light jab.
HP: 36
Damage: 2
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Amon Larethian rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 8:18 am
The dragon growled, snapping his jaws at Tro as he moved within range. Perhaps the snap had been meant primarily as intimidation, a warning that getting in too close was not advisable. Or maybe he had just missed, he needed to stay focused.
His wings spread, a heavy beat, and a leap skyward. But he wasn't staying in one place, his focus was not in staying out of range as it had been in the past. No, now he circled overhead, diving, and then climbing again, hoping to keep Petro guessing, to keep him on his guard, and to make himself more difficult to catch.
(( HP: 33/40
Damage: 0 ))
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Huni Pi rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 8:27 am
"Y've gotten faster!" Petro exclaimed, focused solely on dodging the attacks and distinguishing which were just feints. The dragon's flight pattern was unpredictable so far, and gave the tikbalang very few openings to counter or attempt to ground him. There was no mental gnashing of teeth over his disadvantage. In fact, Petro relished the challenge, even went so far as to stand in place after Sheridan's last climb and motioned for the larger boil to come at him.
HP: 36
Damage: 0
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Amon Larethian rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 8:41 am
Sheridan didn't respond, though if Petro could have seen high enough he might have noticed the edge of a smirk. For at least this moment, Sheridan was who he had been before the trials, his thoughts immersed in the battle rather than the nitemares that haunted him.
Alright then, if that's what you want! It was a sudden shift, this time he didn't climb or turn, the dive taking him straight at Petro, hands reaching out to catch the horse boil, the intention to lift him off his feet then slam him hard back into the ground.
Petro would find that Sheridan was also a bit...heavier.
(( HP: 33/40
Damage: 5 ))
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Huni Pi rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 8:53 am
Petro didn't even move to dodge. He was intending to take the brunt of the blow straight on and take it he did. If only to allow himself to grab hold of the arm Sheridan was using to slam him down. In a split-second, Tro had shifted to his human form, the difference in bulk was enough to give him the wiggle room he needed. His arms pushed up, lifting him towards Sheridan's face but his goal had been to attack the dragon's joints with his elbow.
HP: 31
Damage: 3
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Amon Larethian rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 4
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 9:44 am
Sheridan roared in frustration. He was rapidly discovering that it was much more difficult to maneuver in the confined space of the gym than it had been before! Come on Sheridan, you can do better than this!
Rolling he climbed again, climbed as high as he could without running into the ceiling (was it lower than before?). Next time they were fighting outside!
(( HP: 30/40
Damage: 0 ))
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