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Post by dakota on Feb 25, 2009 21:52:50 GMT -5
Janie dropped Tom off in front of his place , and after he had to argue with her that he was fine, she drove off. As he was about to let himself in, something didn't seem quite right
(perc check)
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Post by doc on Feb 26, 2009 9:15:10 GMT -5
Tom glances about, and feels for any unusual amounts of iron
(16+1 = 17 on Perception)
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Post by dakota on Feb 26, 2009 21:44:52 GMT -5
Tom noticed that the door had some new scratches on it around the lock. as he reached out, he could feel that things felt like they weren't in the same place as when he left.
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Post by doc on Feb 27, 2009 9:35:37 GMT -5
Tom sighs. Not knowing what to expect, he is simply on guard, he pushes the door open, wheeling back slightly from the entrance.
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Post by dakota on Feb 27, 2009 10:23:47 GMT -5
Inside, Tom's apartment has been tossed. Someone had ransacked the place from the looks of things from the doorway.
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Post by doc on Feb 27, 2009 11:04:31 GMT -5
"Jeez." Tom wheels in, beginning to check and see what's been stolen or destroyed.
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Post by dakota on Feb 28, 2009 1:07:34 GMT -5
As Tom was checking his things, the shadows near the window moved and loomed closer. " Good of you to come home early, Mr. Turco ." A familiar accented voice said as Tom felt something metal move quickly on his person. Suddenly, the shadow grew so it barely fit in the room and Ragnarok stepped close enough to kick Tom's chair over. (strike= 18) " Where are those pictures, boy?"
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Post by doc on Feb 28, 2009 1:12:47 GMT -5
Tom hits the ground, grunting. "OK. That's quite enough of that. You made a mistake here. A big one even." Transforming to metal, he leaps to toss the giant out the window (17+3 on the leap, 13+3 on the toss)
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Post by dakota on Feb 28, 2009 1:23:26 GMT -5
Ragnarok chuckled as Tom sprung to his feet. ( dodge= 17) Somehow the bigger man managed to hook his foot around Tom's and prevent toss. " the mistake is foolishly thinking you can fight back." He countered by using his being so close by rolling himself forward with a straight armed clothesline. (strike= 13)
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Post by doc on Feb 28, 2009 9:49:29 GMT -5
Tom grunts as he's impacted (6+3=9 to parry) but will grab the arm and throw again (19+3 to strike)
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Post by dakota on Feb 28, 2009 10:19:31 GMT -5
( 81 dmg from the blow)
Rags laughed as his blow struck and Tom held on. " Pitiful. Begging for mercy so soon. You will be better off if I put you out of your misery." He stood up to his full height with Tom still holding on and tried to pull Tom free ( 1+.. nevermind)
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Post by doc on Feb 28, 2009 10:27:08 GMT -5
With a mighty heave, Tom hurls the giant out his window. "Boom, pal." Once his opponent hits the street, Tom will try to levitate Ragnarok off the ground with his magnetic powers. "Can't hurt what you can't touch, can you? Guess that's a difference between me and you."
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Post by dakota on Feb 28, 2009 10:34:33 GMT -5
Ragnarok landed with a mighty crash, only to lift a few inches from the ground. He scowled, " Yes, but you can't hold me forever, child." He bent down to pick up a hunk of asphalt that had broken free, and hurled it into the apartment. It was nowheres near Tom as it passed through his gyproc wall into the next apartment. A scream came from his neighbor as Rags was already going for another piece. " Come out and play, boy. Before I run out of stones."
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Post by doc on Feb 28, 2009 10:40:03 GMT -5
"Suit yourself. I did try the easy way." Tom leaps on top of ragnarok, trying to plant both feet into his face (16+3 to strike)
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Post by dakota on Mar 1, 2009 0:43:56 GMT -5
Rag tried to roll out to the side, but took a glancing blow (dmg?). He chuckled as he got to his feet, " I used to take harder shots from my mother." The russian taunted before throwing a haymaker at Tom ( str 18)
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