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quite uneventful rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 5
Total: 10 (2-12)
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 Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2015 11:43 am
When Cougar cracked his knuckles, the only thing the redblood could do was watch and gulp. Taking a hesitant glance at the crowd, the nervous redblood pulled at the collar of his outfit, directing his attention toward the announcer and breathing hard, feeling more than a little nervous. It was an actual battle. Zindel clenched his teeth and quickly calculated the time-- 5 minutes... 5 minutes he could do. Probably. He would probably be dead by the end of the night, considering the ravenous look in the others eyes. s**t!
Listening to the song spring to life, Zindel recognized it in an instant, and immediately started tapping his foot in tandem with the beat of the song. Though the dancer was a little shell-shocked by the others chain slamming to the ground in-front of him, the redblood managed to jump the hell out of the way and land in a great pose. He subtly searched his clothes for anything weapon-like, only to find he had a knife hanging in his arm, small, efficient-- Very much like him. With a quick, fluid jab at the other, the redblood managed to put on quite a show, giving a few twirls while aiming to attack, managing to cut one of the sleeves in the others costume. He gave the other a sheepish grin before bounding backwards, using the strategy of attack, avoid, repeat. He only wished the probability of not dying was more than it looked to be.
Micillia yeah!! that sounds good!!
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Micillia rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2015 12:16 am
The heavy metal themed troll did not even bat an eye as the blade sliced into his costume. His eyes were ablaze, Zindel the target of all the pent up rage he so obviously kept bottled up in his life. His manager was yelling to him, but the troll ignored everything but the music and Zindel as he pulled out pair of spiked knuckles. With the beat he jabbed at the redblood, Chiara growled deep in her throat. She had bribed this bimbo to take on Zindel, some rustblood off the streets, becaouse the heavy metal troll promised to do her dancer no bodily harm. Chiara was defiantly going to demand her bribe beetles back. quite uneventful STOP ROLLING WELL NPC, CHIARA WANTS THOSE PRIZE BEETLES
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quite uneventful rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2015 12:36 am
With a jump backwards and and quick twirl, Zindel managed to dodge the others hits fluidly, until at one point, he almost tripped on his outfit. Still trying to keep himself dignified, the redblood continued at it, doing a backflip to avoid and just barely messing up the ending. He lashed out once more, throwing a fluid kick at the other-- Only to realize the hilt of his boot had a sharp edge as well. He continued throwing his legs at the other, trying his best to wreck the other's costume enough to warrant a win.
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Micillia rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2015 2:01 pm
The Coy Cobra was doing fine, not really impressive, but he wasn't slouching. He was getting frustrated by Zindel's twirls and dodges. It was leading him to make more aggressive, but also sloppier moves. He left his back open to attacks a few times, but lucky for him Zindel was busy with his own dance moves. quite uneventful Maybe we should just say zin wins anyway, numbers r just for fun razz LAST ROUND
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quite uneventful rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2015 3:38 pm
Zindel could only dodge his movements for the second half, having exhibited beautiful foot work at first but was rendered to small, short movements with each aggressive movement. The redblood could practically feel the sweat drip off his body from exertion and nervousness, and with a nervous glance in the air, he could see the familiar form of Wrenmom, chatting up a few birds nearby. He gulped. Good to know he had her "help" in case of anything, huh.
final hp: sultry star(gag): 15(5+5+5) - 11(3+3+5) = 4 x 11 = 44 coy cobra: 14(6+4+4) - 8(2+1+5)= 6 x 10 = 60
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 4:26 pm
 Chiara had her eyes glued to Zindel. His dancing was much better here than it was in the streets, he really was growing up. But he was not good enough she could see... The judges murmured among themselves, the announcer trying to talk over the cheering crowd. "And now its time for the judges to announce the winner! The troll that will walk away with not just a little more fame, but a sack full of beetles to boot! Okay, looks like the judges are getting ready to...""WAIT! Chiara yelled as she stepped up onto the stage and marched over to Zindel. The crowd whispered, the announcer stuttered with the surprise development. "LOOK!" the blueblood yelled as she wiped a white handkerchief somewhere on Zindel. She held it up, showing a bright red mark. Blood. With triumph she smirked right at the judges. This was grounds to disqualify the Coy Cobra, making Zindel the winner.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 10:01 am
Zindel knew more than anyone how badly he'd done. But he couldn't help it, really. He wasn't used to the stage, the people... He knew he needed more time to even consider feeling comfortable in the spotlight. He tried to keep his smile on his face, but his face was mostly deflated. Now he could go back to his normal life, and Chiara would drop him, thank ********. It was still a hard hit to his pride, however...
Even Zindel didn't notice the blood that pooled on the side of his cheek, wincing when Chiara wiped it and held it up. "W-what?!" Even he himself was shocked, and he looked toward the blueblood nervously. Wouldn't have wrenmom seen him get hit? Wouldn't... Who was he kidding. She wouldn't be held down by her charge. Lowering his head to look at the floor, the redblood rubbed his shoulder, trying to shift his body to hide behind his sponsor. He didn't want to be there anymore. He didn't want to be known. "Can-- Can we wrap this up?" He murmured hurriedly, feeling not only physically but mentally tired. "Chiara, please..." He didn't even care that he had to beg. He just wanted to be alone.
Micillia zin wants to run away, stop him
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2015 4:59 pm
Chiara protectively wrapped an arm around Zindel. "Disgraceful," Chiara spat at the opposing dancer. "Ill be back to discuss matters with the judges. For now the Sultry Star needs medical attention." Chiara declared to the still shocked crowd. Her arm still around Zindel, Chiara steered him back behind the curtains, her grip around him strong, just in case he thought about fleeing. Once the two were finally in private Chiara turned to Zindel. "Calm down, its all a trick. Your not bleeding." Chiara held up her white handkerchief stained with red blood. Cleverly laid inside of it was a squirt bottle with what looked like Zindel's blood color in it. "Its from your lusus. I made sure you could not get hurt this battle. No way would i let my star dancer get injured." Chiara gave Zindel a grin. She still had a grip on him. The blueblood's face was inches from the Redblood's. "But... They are going to come over here and inspect you real soon... So, we need you actually cut..." Here Chiara's look took on pity. She didn't want to scare him away, but, business is business. Life is hard. The blueblood reached into her pocket and pulled out a small razor blade. She made eye contact with Zindel, this was a serious matter. "Do you want to do it? Or would you like me to? Ill be gentle..."
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2015 12:36 am
Zindel allowed the blueblood to wrap her arm around him, although he stayed stiff the entire time. Letting her guide him behind the curtains, his body was limp in hers, slightly scared to death. How had he gotten so hurt?? He hadn't even felt it, they must've been some light rules...
...Or they weren't...? "Calm down, it's all a trick. You're not bleeding." Oh. Oh. Then where-- Oh, his lusus. Oh, <********> A silent rage slid into his body, coupled with a glint of fear in his eyes when she mentioned how she wouldn't let him get hurt. He stayed quiet, but the silent question of-- But you'd hurt their lusus? Lingered in his eyes. His mouth and face was very tight and his lips were pursed, staring at the young troll with an angry sort of defiance that he'd never act upon at this age. Listening to her words, something clicked in his mind-- She only did this so she could hurt him and he'd know it. So she could make him more scared of her, to obey. He didn't want to, he didn't want to do any of this in the first place, but the second that razor blade came out... The slight fear in him grew stronger, more prominent. He clenched his teeth, cutting his eyes from her steady gaze as his arms crossed.
"You do it."
He needed more reasons to despise her.
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2015 10:33 am
Chiara's smile curled up agressivly as she noticed Zindel's defensive stance. Of course. To him, she was the bad guy, just another highblood playing a game. Another predator hunting down game. The villin in this story. Well fine, if thats how he saw her, she might as well enjoy the role forced upon her. This little lowblood didn't care that she had risked her reputation for something as small as him, and he didn't care that she had worried about him. Its just the way life went. So Chiara twirled the knife between her fingers, enjoying the tool's power. "Ill be gentle..." The blueblood said again as she stepped closer to the redblood. She reminded herself that there was no relationship here. Only two trolls, using eachother. She reached up and caressed the redblood's face with her other hand, to unerve him, to steady him while she drew blood. Her hand laced into his hair, and she gripped hard, making sure he could not struggle away. Chiara put the knife up to Zindel's cheek, and leaned in. "I guess ill just leave this little mark..." She wispered as the knife cut into the lowblood's skin. "Right here for you to remember me by..." and the knife was drawn down. The small cut was made, a drop of the red blood formed and ran nown his cheek. Chiara let go of his hair, dragged her finger across the running droplet of blood before dropping Zindel's face, and stepped back. The Inspectors would be here soon.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2015 4:11 am
Zindel tried not to watch the other playing around with the knife, pursing his lips tightly together with each step closer she took toward him. The hand on his face startled him, just a little, and with grit teeth he allowed her to slide a hand into his curls. Swallowing hard, the male watched the knife get nearer, struggling not to whine or move for fear of more damage to his face. A sharp inhale and a snarl burst from his mouth at the light slit the other made, causing him to recoil the minute she let go of his hair. "What are you--" He started, seeing her take some of his blood with her finger... before abruptly, the inspectors entered, leaving the young redblood slightly creeped out. While they fussed over his cut and checked him for anymore, Zindel couldn't help but wonder-- Why didn't she just let it run down his cheek...? It would look more convincing. What was she doing...?
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2015 9:27 am
The inspectors came. They agreed that Zindel had been injured and that the Coy Cobra was now disqualified. So there it was. Chiara and Zindel had won their first Dance Battle. Chiara went to go collect the prize winnings and divided it into two, putting Zindel's into a bag. She dropped it at his feet, making him bend down to get it. "How about you practice huh? Unless you want to have another moment like that in the back room." Chiara forced a grin at the redblood, then turned around and walked away. She herself needed time to recover after that moment in the back room. quite uneventful Short >.< But, w/e, END!!
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