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Maevemora
willheart
POSTS :: 20
Played By :: Fira
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BORN :: 12/06/2016
CLASS :: scuffler
GENDER :: doe
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: -1
STR :: 2
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PER :: 0
DEX :: 0
CON :: 1
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Post by Maevemora on Oct 10, 2017 14:35:54 GMT -5
Maeve jumped in surprise and stumbled backwards a bit at the sudden punch to the top of her head. She had not expected that, and was reeling from the blow. Her head was already starting to hurt, and she groaned a bit. Wow! That was the last time she ever underestimated Pumpkin — that was for sure! Still feeling a little dizzy and light-headed, she took a swipe at the orange mouse, though still not intending to hurt him. She just wanted to show that she was still cognizant and all after that wallop he’d delivered. She hoped she didn’t hurt him at all if her swing landed… This was still only a friendly spar, after all.
ATTACK ROLL (to see if it lands)
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STRENGTH ROLL (I did 1d4 for Fisticuffs and +2 modifier because she's a scuffler and has +2 to STR) Please ignore this, apparently modifiers are not for attack rolls
1d4+2 Please ignore the +2 part!!
((OOC: Hopefully I don't mess the stupid roll code up again...))1d20·1d4+2
Last Edit: Oct 10, 2017 15:05:04 GMT -5 by Maevemora
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Buckwheat
woodtail
POSTS :: 27
Played By :: Briar
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BORN :: June 24, 2017
CLASS :: forager
GENDER :: buck
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 0
STR :: 0
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PER :: 2
DEX :: 1
CON :: -1
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Post by Buckwheat on Oct 10, 2017 22:39:21 GMT -5
Ah, a mouse he could enjoy the company of! He always found it much more fun when his companions were just as adventurous as he and ready to go out despite the dangers! Ah, but he was ahead of himself. They were simply bantering here and for all he knew this one could shy away from a challenge rather than go straight towards it. Though he didn't think so, something about that grin and the presence he held. No, this was a fellow in the same vein as he... Or perhaps it was the liquor doing the thinking for him.
Speaking of...
His own cup had run empty and he looked down at it ruefully. Though no sooner had he done so did the devil show themself, offering up an apology that he found himself smiling at and nodding in assent with his darker coated companion. "Mmmhmm! Brightening up the room and offering me one of my favorite things. You're a knight in shining armor... or would it be fox in red coat?" He let out a good-natured laugh before graciously taking the drink and wasting no time in taking a sip, after placing his empty ale cup on the ground.
It was on to the introductions which he made sure to note the names down for later. "Meow. Don't get too complacent." His lips lifted into a roguish grin that was coupled along with his hardly-convincing cat meow. "But please, Diewell is just my stage name. When I'm on the drink and not terrorizing the locals I prefer Buckwheat." As if to give credence to his statement he took a hearty drink of the honey mead. His head, he was happy to say, was starting to feel graciously light. Just how he liked it.
Fenroc Hush Hush
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Pumpkin
outsider
POSTS :: 15
Played By :: 00
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BORN :: 10.13.16
CLASS :: alchemist
GENDER :: buck
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 2
STR :: 0
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PER :: 1
DEX :: -1
CON :: 0
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Post by Pumpkin on Oct 12, 2017 11:43:26 GMT -5
"Yeah!" the mouse called when his punch managed to land with a resounding kerthunk!
He fell back onto his paws, grinning, not minding the slight pain in his knuckles (boy, what a hard heard that tall mouse had).
--Bonk!
The mouse reeled, his head receiving its own knock.
He reeled so much, in fact, that he rolled backwards (and continued to roll, so that he might be able to pick himself up once his palms hit solid ground), his tail flicking upwards in an attempt to lash back out at Maeve.
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Hush Hush
winterwhisker
POSTS :: 20
Played By :: Rum
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BORN :: 9/9/2017
CLASS :: scout
GENDER :: agender
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 1
STR :: -1
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PER :: 1
DEX :: 2
CON :: 0
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Post by Hush Hush on Oct 12, 2017 19:10:25 GMT -5
Hush preened with the praise, a smile equal parts pleased and amused twisting their features into an impish, devious, and delighted expression. Beneath the gossamer of feathers and feigned aloofness they instantly found the pair of bucks to be of the most agreeable sort. Those that could appreciate beauty - especially Hush's own - were the sort that the Winterwhisker could not help but adore. “I won’t be much of a fox ‘til I surmise what other things tickle your fancy,” they said with a little laugh of their own, the teasing nature of the comment as playful as the duo seemed to be. While Hush Hush did not make a habit of drinking (assuming they even had a lifespan that was long enough to develop a habit just yet) that did not mean they were against enabling the habit in others. In fact, tonight informed Hush of one thing at the very least: they liked how the honey mead had changed even the most austere of mice towards hedonism. "I should unmask myself too, I suppose.” They said as the round of introductions began. While very much enjoying the anonymity of the celebration – such was the meaning of a Mousquerade, the pup had learned – one good turn always deserved another. To be the only unknown among two friends was tasteless and boorish at best. “I am Hush Hush, and you, sirs, are my date tonight." The confidence of the blue mouse turned fox was nearly unflappable. The smirk they wore and sly expression they donned seemed undeniable. Tossing a cursory look towards the gleeful shouts caused by a match gone well, and grinning to see the small mouse hold their own against the Goliath, Hush Hush turned back towards their appointed ‘dates’ cheekily. “If a wee mouse can fight a battle they shouldn’t be able to win, gentlemen, then a crow, a cat, and a fox will be the best of dance partners.” The idea that ‘dance partners’ were inherently couplets? Perish the thought! A Winterwhisker was a creature of the commune; love was like a flower, there to be enjoyed and cherished while in bloom by whomever liked its petals. Fenroc Buckwheat
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Carrot
winterwhisker
POSTS :: 11
Played By :: Ko
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BORN :: aug. 26
CLASS :: forager
GENDER :: buck
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 0
STR :: 0
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PER :: 3
DEX :: 1
CON :: -1
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Post by Carrot on Oct 13, 2017 12:25:37 GMT -5
ARRIVING JUST A FEW MINUTES LATER than he had preferred, Carrot stalked toward the already bustling square, dressed rather unfestively with his sack over his shoulder, his camouflage cloak at his back, and his fur absolutely soaked down to his bones. His gangly figure, effectively slimmed by the rain outside, shuffled onward, tail dragging in the dirt as he adjusted the length of twine biting at his shoulder to hoist his sack up higher on his back. Fatigue wore at his muscles, shoulders slumped, body stooped forward, steps heavy and slow. Beads of water dripped from his slick, matted fur, a trail of rainwater following along after him as he easily slipped his way into the square, free paw lifting itself over his head to carefully ease back his hood. The exhausted frown weighing at his lips was a dark contrast to the cheerful hustle and bustle that seemed to be dancing all around him, cheery costumed mice twirling gracefully out of his path as he bee-lined sluggishly for the golden nectar magnetically pulling him toward the west end. Raising his empty, mud-slathered paw, his digits dragged themselves through the wet flap of fur disguising his right eye in an effort to smooth it back. Of course, after only a mere instant of clarity, it flopped itself stubbornly back into place. The corners of his lips twisted further downward, lumbering steps dragging him slowly but surely in the right direction, further lengthening the slipping hazard that was his trail of dirty water. tags// --
Last Edit: Oct 14, 2017 14:29:44 GMT -5 by Carrot
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Maevemora
willheart
POSTS :: 20
Played By :: Fira
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BORN :: 12/06/2016
CLASS :: scuffler
GENDER :: doe
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: -1
STR :: 2
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PER :: 0
DEX :: 0
CON :: 1
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Post by Maevemora on Oct 13, 2017 15:57:58 GMT -5
Pumpkin went rolling backwards when Maeve’s own hit landed, and she cringed internally at actually hurting him. Maybe she should just stand there and let the punches rain down on her… As he rolled away, his fail fwapped her in the face, though this was not nearly as painful or discombobulating to her. She was no longer reeling from that punch to the head, but she knew it was gonna be sore for a few days. Pumpkin’s tail left a stinging in her face, and she wanted to give a light and not-dangerous retaliation, but he was farther away from her now. She’d have to close to close the distance.
4Xywo7AZ1-20 = Close the distance between Pumpkin and Maeve
((Since there's no damage being done, I don't think I need to roll for anything else?))1-20
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Fenroc
whitefoot
POSTS :: 8
Played By :: BREEN!
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BORN :: 5.22.2017
CLASS :: scout
GENDER :: buck
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 0
STR :: -1
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PER :: 1
DEX :: 2
CON :: 0
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Post by Fenroc on Oct 16, 2017 2:04:51 GMT -5
Fenroc was delighted with his company. The drinks certainly helped to loosen him up, and he was sure the effect was the same on the handsome buck he stood beside. It was always a pleasure to find mice who he clicked with. While their words were teasing and light, he knew the other was certainly someone he could stand to meet after the party was finished. His grin was thrilled, especially when their new fox partner slipped right in to their playful bantering. My, my, he certainly had lucked out tonight. He made sure to make a note of their names, Buckwheat and Hush Hush. Tucking that information away, he swapped his now empty cup for the drink Hush had brought him, sipping at it with a smile. While he was a fan of drinking, he took it a bit slower than Buckwheat, preferring not to muddle his mind to quickly. After all, when your quick thoughts and reflexes were the base of your business, it was hard to let that control go. His grin widened at his sudden acquisition of a date; or should he say two dates, as it seemed Buckwheat was just as included in this as he was. A trio to bring mischief to the dance-floor...while unconventional, Fenroc was enticed by both the uniqueness of the situation as well as the assuredness that the little Hush Hush had declared it so. A mixture of youth and confidence that made Fen more than eager to continue his evening with the pair. He spared a glance towards the fight, where another unconventional turnout was occurring with the surprising tenacity of the outsider, before turning to Buckwheat with a playful nudge. "Come then, my feline friend. We certainly don't want to disappoint. Besides, I don't think it wise to refuse a fox's request." His eyes twinkled with mischief as he gave Hush Hush a wink before downing the rest of his drink and pushing away from the wall. He turned to bow to the pair of larger mice, holding out a paw to each as he raised his head with a cheeky grin. "The crowd we need to impress grows ever larger, so shall we begin?" He was excited to both dazzle the growing crowd (he did not miss the late entrance of the soaked Carrot) with their contrasting costumes as well as continue to get to know his new companions. This night was certainly getting better and better. Hush Hush , Buckwheat |  i'd rather watch my kingdom fall i want it
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MADE BY VEL OF GS AND ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
Last Edit: Oct 16, 2017 2:05:19 GMT -5 by Fenroc
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Buckwheat
woodtail
POSTS :: 27
Played By :: Briar
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BORN :: June 24, 2017
CLASS :: forager
GENDER :: buck
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 0
STR :: 0
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PER :: 2
DEX :: 1
CON :: -1
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Post by Buckwheat on Oct 16, 2017 23:15:27 GMT -5
Oh yes, it was definitely hitting him now. He felt practically giddy! He smiled widely at his two lovely companions as they joked and bantered back and forth with each other as if they'd known each other for years! It was invigorating! This night was wonderful and he felt sorry for anyone who had to miss it! Look at those mice on the wall! They weren't truly enjoying the event until they came out and danced! Speaking of dancing... it appeared as if his companions wanted to do so. Hush Hush and Fenroc. Fenroc and Hush Hush. What two great names for two great mice! "A date and a dance of a crow, fox, and cat. It seems like something right out of a fairy tale, I love it!" He let out a laugh as he raised the mead up to his mouth and finished it off. Wouldn't do to have a bottle in his paw while trying to cut a rug with his companions. With that downed he placed it next to his other empty bottle and looked to his two fellow "predators" before glancing over to the ring. Something interesting was happening there for sure but would it compare to what they were about to do?
"Quite right, Sir Crow." He gave a knowing smile back, he felt practically infallible right now and as the paw was offered to him he took it. He glanced at Hush with those bright blue eyes of his, a wink was given as he tossed out a quick, "We can't disappoint. We'll turn this party upside-down, no one will be able to keep their eyes from us." Perhaps they could even entice the wallflowers to come out and take a turn on the floor. What a day it would be!
Then, he was ready to be lead to the floor. Buzzed --or perhaps drunk-- he may be but he never forgot how to twirl and dance along to one of those lovely songs. Play a tune and he could dance along with the best of them.
Hush Hush Fenroc
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