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The Game.
Jul 24, 2015 1:50:16 GMT
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Post by Fletcher on Jul 24, 2015 1:50:16 GMT
"Nope! You've done nothing against me!" Theros still maintains a fighting stance, an amiable grin glowing on his face. "I just want to see if you'll be a good friend!" (Would Theros have noticed said cudgel, or did it remain in the cloak?) (It would have been plainly visible.) Fletcher cocks his head quizzically for a moment before his slight frown cracks into a helpless grin and he busts out laughing, keeling over with mirth before settling down a bit. "Well, nice to meet you too, Theros!" He drops the cudgel and walks up with fists in a clumsy, childish fighting stance, still grinning. |
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Post by The GM on Jul 24, 2015 2:18:51 GMT
A kid with long dirty brown hair kept in braids perched on the edge of the dock comes over to watch
Two more kids dressed in heavy cloaks cheer.
"Don't fight!" protests a pretty girl with golden hair, dressed in fine traveling clothes
A young Imperial girl hiding behind the nearest barrel dares to peek out.
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The Game.
Jul 24, 2015 2:19:00 GMT
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Post by theros on Jul 24, 2015 2:19:00 GMT
Theros throws another punch.
Power: 2
Agility: 1
Speed: 2
Martial arts: 1
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The Game.
Jul 24, 2015 2:22:09 GMT
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Post by Fletcher on Jul 24, 2015 2:22:09 GMT
Fletcher attempts to dodge and throws a haymaker with no real finesse to it.
Reflexes: 2
Power: 4 (holy shit)
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Post by The GM on Jul 24, 2015 2:34:47 GMT
The two hit at nearly the same time. Fletcher his hit lightly in the side of the head, but Theros gets slugged in the face taking him off his feet. A trickle of blood runs down his nose.
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The Game.
Jul 24, 2015 2:38:56 GMT
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Post by theros on Jul 24, 2015 2:38:56 GMT
Theros gets up groggily, extending his hand for a handshake.
"I was right. You'll be a great friend!"
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Post by Fletcher on Jul 24, 2015 4:21:45 GMT
Fletcher heartily shakes back. "I'm from Talisport, you?"
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The Game.
Jul 24, 2015 4:41:30 GMT
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Post by theros on Jul 24, 2015 4:41:30 GMT
"Heisis." Theros wipes off blood. "You've got a good arm." He looks around at the crowd. "Who's next?"
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Post by Aryteneus on Jul 24, 2015 4:43:20 GMT
Aryteneus raises a brow, but most definitely does not volunteer. Crazy foreigners.
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The Game.
Jul 24, 2015 4:59:47 GMT
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Post by theros on Jul 24, 2015 4:59:47 GMT
"You with the red hair! What's your name?" Theros points at Aryteneus
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Post by Aryteneus on Jul 24, 2015 5:04:40 GMT
"Aryteneus Orsalis Vlasis Spiro Gallus Regulus Erastos Timaeus Sophus Linos Stamatis Silan Irenaeus Horatio Cosmas Gaius Chrysanthos Cassender Phyrrus Glaukus Orestes Methodius Aristeaus Eythymius Drakus."
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The Game.
Jul 24, 2015 5:15:23 GMT
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Post by theros on Jul 24, 2015 5:15:23 GMT
Theros pauses, impressed that the kid said all that in one breath. "Wow! Care to live up to such a name?" He resumes his fighing stance.
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Post by Aryteneus on Jul 24, 2015 5:16:28 GMT
His eyes narrow slightly.
"By fighting?"
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The Game.
Jul 24, 2015 5:28:46 GMT
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Post by theros on Jul 24, 2015 5:28:46 GMT
"of course! Be a man!" Theros takes a short hop closer to Aryteneus, making an inviting gesture with my one hand.
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Post by Aryteneus on Jul 24, 2015 5:32:55 GMT
"I fail to see how punching one another makes one a man." He crosses his arms, but takes a step back to distance them slightly as a breeze picks up.
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