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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 3
Total: 11 (2-20)
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 Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 7:34 pm
Rep staggered under the startlingly heavy blow, and felt his shield falter. Tracey didn't say anything, he couldn't track the shield as well as he used to. All he could think about was how hungry he was, how he kept losing more and more of his fear and how it felt like dying - or what he thought dying would feel like.
Rep refused to give up. His skin shiny with sweat, he swung persistently at ********. OFF."
HP: 3
DMG: 5
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Saliru rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 7:37 pm
"No." Rin swung Byr at him again. She could swear she felt some give. But he still stood. She readied herself again.
HP - 23/50
DMG - 2
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 3
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 7:42 pm
The lower he got, the nearer to his own mortality, the harder he fought, convinced and desperate he only had to push a little further, just a little more and he could chase her off and not have to deal with any of this any longer.
Gathering every bit of strength he had left, he swung for her again.
HP: 2
DMG: 7
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Saliru rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 6
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 7:44 pm
She took the full brunt of his hit, then lashed out just as determined. She needed him to listen. She needed him to... s**t. Was that his fear shield?
HP - 16/50
DMG - 8
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 7:54 pm
Rep felt the blow connect, and felt Tracey falter, left with nothing between him and cold steel other than his flesh, it cut deep and it cut hard. There was a blinding explosion of pain he fought, he fell to his knees and tried to stay up.
And then he fell forward onto the floor, his dazed thoughts before he slid out of conciousness being simply that he hoped blood didn't stain it.
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 8:04 pm
s**t s**t s**t, too much.
Rin removed her coat. She loved that coat so much. ... oh well. She carefully desummoned Byr and immediately wrapped her coat tightly around the gash that trailed down Rep's shoulder. This felt familiar somehow. She tightened it as much as possible before sliding her phone out to fire off a text to Melvin.
Text to Melvin hurry! i need your expertise... bring cleaning supplies to rep's room.
It didn't occur to her how terrible that might have come off.
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 8:35 pm
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 8:42 pm
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 8:59 pm
Harrison was just looking forward to an end to the mandatory shifts. He was counting down the ******** days.
And once he was off, he could leave with Rep when he went off-base. Start putting money back into the accounts. It was a lot of work all-in-all. He wished they'd just given him hours instead of dates. He could have used the binoculars and worked it off by now.
He was coming up the stairs off the lunch shift, to get changed for infirmary work, when he heard shouting. Real loud, from further on up. Their floor. It sounded panicked.
Chills went up and down the back of his neck.
Rep's voice.
Harrison took the stairs four at a ******** time, looking like Miss Clavel in a track suit. The hallway was empty. His phone wasn't going off, but he just got bad vibes all over. Something wasn't right.
Their door was open. The shouting had stopped.
He stood, stock-still and shaking, not even sure what he was seeing, except for red. Blood. And Rep. In their room. In their room, and a shock of black hair, crouched over him-
"Sasha," he snarled, yanking her immediately backwards by the collar, B0nez's flashdrive in his fist. He wasn't going to leave her alive. Not this time. "you stupid b***h, you-"
One arm. Green. A big rack.
The anger muddied.
"...Rin?" he asked. Rep's friend. Sort of. He let her go, and croaked, wandering over to Rep's side to check his pulse, "did you...did you find him like...?"
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 9:07 pm
Rin was attempting to haul Rep up from the bloodied mess he left behind when she was grabbed and hauled back. She turned, about to lash out against Harrison like a cornered animal. But stopped the second realization set in, "No! s**t. s**t. Harrison! Help me get him to the infirmary!" She would explain there.
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 9:12 pm
Melvin had been eventually returned to his room considering that Rin basically escaped her own room, and sat there with Rin's bag in his arms. After he finished looking at what she packed, he just sat there, looking at the door, his phone, and holding the bag in his arms as he cycled through his own thoughts, previous actions, and worries as a wonderful distraction. When his phone did ping with the alert of a text, his heart jumped right into his throat.
Scrambling to open the text, he read it with a sort of confused dread. First off, he was glad Rin was even conscious and well enough (he hoped) to send a text, but he did not want to go to Rep's room. The cleaning supplies was rather out of the blue, but he wasn't about to stand there debating what to bring when he was given a order to haul a**.
Setting Rin's bag on his bed, he went to pick up the bucket he usually used to clean, tossed a few cleaners in it, a few washcloths, and then headed out without much thought on what else to bring.
Knowing Rep well enough (or so he thought), he went to Jordan's room as Rep only used his room to store carcases. The door was open and he heard shouting which made him rush faster. He came in to see Rin holding Rep in her arm and Harrison over her. From the amount of blood, he wasn't sure who was hurt worse.
"Are you okay? He asked, dropping the bucket and moving over to Rin's side and looking at the unconscious Rep.
She really doesn't need me to protect her. He kept that twisted feeling down as best he could.
She was conscious but Rep wasn't. Did she - kill him? Melvin looked to Harrison.
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 9:23 pm
"Have to make sure nothing's broke," Harrison said with trained patience.
"He's breathing," he reported, examining where the jacket. "Rep?" he asked, "Come on, Rep. You with me? Check the bathroom, make sure nobody's-"
He stiffened at the appearance of a new shadow in the doorway.
Melvin.
Carrying a bucket...? Or some s**t. He rushed over. He knew Melvin and Rep hadn't been friendly recently, but... nothing added up. Nothing was broke, not on Rep, and not in the room. It wasn't Sasha's handiwork. If it was her, the gashes would be in claw-like sets. Personal, on his neck. Below the belt. And Rep would have been drenched in blood. Not lying in a pool from one stroke.
"Did you see anything?Somebody must have...left him here." Harrison's tone was emotionally strained. "I need...s**t, my med kit's under the sink, could you...?"
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 9:30 pm
"Harrison, it was me. Please. He needs to go to the infirmary now." At the request for a Med kit, she stared at Melvin expectantly. Her own kit was left in the bag in Melvin's room.
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 9:44 pm
Harrison had no idea what was going on, and Melvin wasn't sure if it should be mentioned right away. The main concern was to make sure everyone was alive and could make it to the Infirmary. Rin seemed fine as she had wrapped her own jacket around Rep, but he wanted to be sure.
At Harrison's broken request to get his med kit, Melvin wasted no time in standing and going to the bathroom. Taking one second to notice how immaculate it was (He hated Jordan as a person but you had to respect his attention to detail), Melvin found the med kit and returned, opening it already for the Moon and kneeling down beside them.
"Tell me what I can do?" He asked just as Rin admitted it was her. Tense, he glanced at her and then back at Rep.
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 9:49 pm
"You?" he asked, not understanding. "Why'd you take him here first? Why wouldn't you..."
She wasn't attacking him now. That was the question that mattered. That and triage. Melvin brought the bag over. He unzipped the kit and found what he needed, working quickly and prioritizing securing that arm. He became brusquer.
"He wounded anywhere else, or just this gash? Text Jordan. Tell him we're headed to the infirmary with Rep."
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