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 Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 7:03 pm
Storm's eyebrow's rose.
"Flaunting? Whomever said I was flaunting it?"
She was being a good little girl and not even mentioning that Sunny had dared to utter that she knew Storm so well.
"And what do you mean that you know me well enough to know that I know what I am doing? Haven't you heard yet, whore? I'm crazy as they come."
Damnit.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 7:06 pm
Sunny just smiled a knowing smile, for once thankful for several of the images that ran through her head so painfully. "My apologies for being too bold" she said politely.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 7:11 pm
Storm only shook her head.
"Always apolgicing for something, aren't you? Afraid of poisoning the wound, are you?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 7:15 pm
"I avoid ill will and bad blood as much as I can. Bitterness and hate have never set well with me" Sunny said softly.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 7:24 pm
[*One day I will learn how to spell that right! One day...]
Storm leaned forward unconoussly*, smiling pleasently.
"Has it? Do the more interesting emtotions not interest Kibo's newest c**t then, yes?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 7:29 pm
(('Unconciously'.... And oh no you di'int))
Sunny's eyes glowed white and her face became entirely neutral. "You are digging hour own grave should you continue down your reckless path. Be warned" she echoed as an inexplicable wind whipped around inside of the room, ruffling her long dark hair around her and giving her the look of a diety on the verge of smiting.
((Oh it is on... j/k))
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 7:38 pm
[Holy crap, I butchered that word! eek ]
The smile widdened.
"Thing about that is, digging one doesn't always mean you have to lay down in it. And if you weren't always supressing yourself, you might have known that, b***h."
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 7:38 pm
Kibo: And guess who'll be the first to spit on your coffin, slut.
He pulls Claire out of her sheath in his boot.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 7:43 pm
Storm didn't so much as give Kibo a passing glance.
"Don't intend to be buried at all. Cremation, if some one actually decides to take the time to dress a body. Feel free to spit in the ashes though; I've heard tales about what a magic user's fluids do to the dead. Always wanted to know for sure if they were faux or not."
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 7:43 pm
The freak windstorm seemed to create bonds of air that wrapped themselves around both Kibo and Storm. What was even more odd were the white blurrs that travelled in the wind around them. Sunny's eyes went from the glowing white back to her normal lavender momentarily. "Please, don't fight!" Sunny's voice pleaded before her eerie calm took over again and the cyclones wrapped around her friends even tighter.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 7:49 pm
Storm grimmenced and made a cutting motion with a hand. Abrubtly, all force around her ceased.
"I would thank you to not be doing that, whore. It is never wise to try and restrain that which you cannot."
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 7:54 pm
Kibo looks around at the cyclones in confusion. He reaches out, touching one of the white blurs, before pulling his hand back instinctively. He looks at his fingertip, where a deep papercut-like wound was in his hand. Glancing from the wound to the blurs in front of him, he closes his eyes, listening to the flutters around him. Suddenly, his hand shoots forward, grabbing what could now be seen as the stem of a feather. He pulls it from the cyclone, looking at it intently. He quickly notices the feather's biggest feature. Right on the center, staring at him, was a baby-blue eyeball.
Kibo: Hn... interesting...
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 8:09 pm
Suddenly the wind died as Sunny's eyes blinked. Her feet seemed to glide more than step as she approached Kibo with an unyeilding stare that seemed to go right through him. "And so it has begun as the eye has glimpsed the lover soon to be" she said softly, the back of her hand gently caressing Kibo's cheek. "You will protect this being and love it so... But torn you will be as the truth unfolds. This being feels you are deserving of gifts and therefore bestows you with a sight-feather" she said as she put a hand over his hand that held the feather and squeezed his palm around it. "Soon all will be clear, but should you need to see beyond normal bounds this being's gift will aide you" she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead and suddenly stood behind Storm.
"Such a pity that you still allow your wounds to fester, your blood to boil, and your heart to blacken. Should you see fit to listen to those who see more than what you portray and forsee what you are unable to divine this being will warn you again: Abandon the downward path you travel or prepare for the devil's embrace" her words were like knives stabbed into Storm's thick skin. Though no blood was drawn damage had been inflicted.
And then Sunny had vanished entirely, though should Kibo listen to his ghostly servants he'd be informed she was sleeping peacefully in her bed.
((Bedtime for me! ttyl, loves!!! *huggles*))
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 11:39 am
Kibo opens his hand, wanting to examine the feather further, but it had disappeared, leaving behind a small pile of white dust, which scattered in the last few wisps of wind. He couldn't think of anything else to do. The only other angelic person he knew was PK, and he had been a seraphim for as long as Kibo could remember. He was once again thrown headfirst into the unknown, and he was yet again stopped in his tracks as he had to think about what to do now.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 11:59 am
Sunny woke up to a dull ache in her head and ringing in her ears. She almost felt drunk or drugged as she dizzily remembered what she thought had been a dream. She noticed she was in her dress from the day before and shuddered. She quickly rinsed her skin with a sponge and warm water from a basin and dressed in new robes of a sky blue color. She combed her hair slowly, feeling sluggish from the slightest activity, and once again decided to leave it down. She folded her arms on the vanity and rested her head on them, closing her eyes sleepily.
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