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 Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 3:23 pm
OOC gaia_crown [ MY CHARACTER'S REAL NAME ] Otto Graves gaia_crown [ MY CHARACTER'S HP ] 50/50 gaia_crown [ LINK TO MY ACTUAL CHARACTER's JOURNAL ] Otto's Apartment gaia_crown [ MY CHARACTER'S CLOTHING EQUIPPED NOPE gaia_crown MY CHARCATER'S BONUS ITEMS: NOPE
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Bittiface rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 3:28 pm
HP: 44 / 50
DMG: 5
BOSS: 35 / 40
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Bittiface rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 1
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 3:29 pm
HP: 38 / 50
DMG: 2
BOSS: 33 / 40
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Bittiface rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 3
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 3:32 pm
HP: 32 / 50
DMG: 4
BOSS: 29 / 40
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Bittiface rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 7
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 3:33 pm
HP: 26 / 50
DMG: 6
BOSS: 23 / 40
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Bittiface rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 7
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 3:36 pm
HP: 20 / 50
DMG: 5
BOSS: 18 / 40
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Bittiface rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 4
Total: 5 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 3:37 pm
HP: 14 / 50
DMG: 0 otto u done goofed wat happen
BOSS: 18 / 40
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Bittiface rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 1
Total: 3 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 3:38 pm
HP: 8 / 50
DMG: 0
BOSS: 18 / 40
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Bittiface rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 3:39 pm
HP: 2 / 50
DMG: 1
BOSS: 17 / 40
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 3:52 pm
Otto awoke, and he only felt fear soon after.
He was somewhere unfamiliar. He was not in his bed, and not in Deus. His heart thundered in his chest while Tenya bubbled on about it being just another weird dream, surely just another dream. Otto had had quite enough of dreams to be honest. They only ever gave him frights that caused him to doubt all his core instincts and beliefs and then fight to regain them again.
Hearing a noise, he turned, Tenya summoned in full length. Walking cooly toward him wielding twin blades was his mirror image. A dark clothed blonde, pale as death with a face that looked as if even his soul had surrendered to darkness. Icy blue eyes glared from under wispy blond bangs that held no gold sheen from time spent in the sunlight.
"A fake.." The darker version of himself murmured, as if he'd been expecting this.
Lightning fast, his other self lunged forward as if he'd trained ten times better than Otto could ever do in a lifetime. Otto tried desperately to match his strikes, swinging his massive boomerang in defence. But his weapon and attack style left him wide open too often. Quicker with smaller range and smaller blades, the darker Otto stabbed and sliced into exposed flesh. Otto yelped in pain, managing only equal injury to his counterpart for the first few counters.
The Horsemen had the upper hand soon after. Fast on his feet, he got behind Otto, slashing at his spine and making one final stab with one of the blades that went straight through.
Otto barely managed a scream, dropping Tenya in shock, his whole body frozen in fear of doing worse damage by moving.
He could die. He could very well die right now, at the mercy of a version of himself he never knew existed.
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kuropeco rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 8
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 4:14 pm
Despite the rather morbid nature to both of their relatively ironic last names, if there was anything that Otto Graves was not going to do today, it was die.
At least not if Chance could help it.
He had skidded around the corner a few seconds before the scream, and he hadn't needed much to know just who it was coming from. He'd been with Otto long enough to recognize every tone of his voice, and the bow was already raised as he darted around the corner, an arrow notched and yanked back within a second.
"Oh, no you don't," he murmured.
HP: 48 / 60 (used x1 potent arcana card to restore 10 hp)
DMG: 10 - 6 = 4 + 3 = 7
BOSS HP: 10
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kuropeco rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 5
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 4:24 pm
His first shot had managed to make the other stagger back, but it wasn't quite enough to stop him. Chance strung another arrow as the horseman lunged towards Otto, hearing Asher whispering inside of his head, Chance's lips pressed together in concentration.
This arrow struck true. Chance saw the figure sway and then he'd dropped to the ground, all motion stilling, and it was over. He slowly lowered the bow, then gave in and darted across the floor towards where Otto was, Chance skidding to a stop in front of him.
"Hey, hey, there you are," he said, a smile of relief in his voice as Chance's fingers ghosted over Otto's cheek, then his shoulder. "You're okay. Hey."
HP: 42 / 60
DMG: 14 - 6 = 8 + 3 = 11
BOSS HP: dead
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 4:52 pm
By some miracle, he wasn't alone. He didn't die by his own shadow's hands, and he didn't have to fade away from existence without saying goodbye. There would be no goodbyes, because a knight with a bow saved his life.
Otto fell to his knees as the blade was retracted, his world spinning in colours and darkness. He vaguely heard the near silent travels of two arrows, but didn't make heads or tails of any of it until Chance was right there in front of him. His eyes worked to focus on Chance's concerned face, allowing the facts to put themselves together through context all while gritting back the pain that was slowly making itself known from ever gash and tear in his body.
"M'okay." Otto rasped back. He was far from okay, honestly. But he wasn't going to argue. His handsome boyfriend had come to his rescue from out of nowhere. His head leaned down suddenly and heavily against Chance's chest, a breath of relief parting his lips.
"I-I.. I honestly thought.. I was gunna die." He struggled to make words, to form thoughts. His mind was blank as adrenaline took over for him, making only the necessary functions within reach. His body shook with tension and shock, Tenya's fear only barely strong enough to keep him from bleeding out while simultaneously trying to keep his wounds vaguely superficial.
But Chance was here. He wouldn't die, let alone die alone. He was there and everything really was okay. Better than okay.
Otto wrapped his arms cautiously around Chance, taking in how familiar he felt and trying to be mindful of his own situation. His injuries didn't matter as much as he needed to hold him close and breathe him in. Only this feeling of belonging and home would tame the shock his body was feeling.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 5:13 pm
There was a small clatter as Chance's bow fell to the ground beside him, both hands immediately rising to grip Otto's shoulders as Chance dropped with him to his knees, careful to keep him from toppling over entirely. He wasn't sure how badly he was hurt, but clearly he was shaken - and there was blood on his clothes.
He tried not to think too hard about the blood. Chance felt Otto's weight give suddenly, and he wrapped an arm around his back, leaning to give him more support.
"Woah there, okay, you're okay - you're good."
Otto's voice was like gravel. Chance pressed his face into his hair and inhaled, eyes closing momentarily, his hand smoothing up and down his boyfriend's back, feeling the shudders and trying to soothe them. Quiet, nonsensical sounds of reassurance were breathed out against Otto's temple and he was alive.
"You're not going to die," said Chance, and his tone was as mild as ever, but there was a slight edge to it now. "Not on my watch, handsome."
He felt Otto's own arms go around him, and Chance let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, leaning back just enough to brush a kiss to Otto's cheek before drawing him closer again.
"You're gonna be fine. We killed that ******** dead."
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 5:19 pm
Calm reassurances soothed his mind, while gentle caresses down his back eased some tension in the rest of him. He didn't know where he was or why he was there. By all accounts he had every right to feel scared and upset, let alone the gashes that glared red under his tattered clothes.
"He had my face." He said with a tremble he wasn't able to hide. "What was he?" Where were they?
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