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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 5:49 pm
"Oh no not at all, just met a few of his friends. So you aren't? A friend I mean."
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 3:32 pm
Kibo: Well, I always thought so. He did give me his pride and joy, after all. And I make sure she's taken care of properly. The Dagger is one of the best-kept ship in the seas, and I keep it that way.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 8:30 pm
"Now your not making any sense friend." He took a last sip of his wine and set it down, "you say your his friend and he gave you the ship, which is what I heard happend, but a second ago you said you got him stinkin' drunk and practically took it from him. So what happened really?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 10:41 am
Kibo scratches his chin for a moment.
Kibo: I never said I told you the whole story. I played a joke on him, and got him drunk, then took his ship for a day. I returned it, because we were friends, and he told me while I was gone, he bought a new ship, and had no use for that one anymore.
Kibo knew the whole story was bull, but it sounded pretty believable. He knew Bigs knew the truth, but in order to keep his identity safe from everyone else in the bar, he judged he should continue playing along with the tale. Chances were, any interdependencies in the story would be overlooked, seeing as how almost everyone in there was either passed out, or on the verge.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 10:48 am
Natasha watched as a flame-shaped black marking appeared on the back of her hand.
"I wonder..." she muttered to herself as she turned her hand over.
After a few seconds of concentrating on the palm of her hand, a small orange flame danced on the surface of the skin in the centre of her hand.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 10:57 am
Kibo turns to Natasha, and throws his hands up in frustration.
Kibo: Aww, c'mon! It took me forever to learn how to do that, and mine's only yellow! That's just not fair!
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 11:11 am
Natasha closed her hand, extinguishing the flame. The black marking fades.
"I'm not entirely sure if these markings are good or bad yet. But they make me able to do some very interesting things."
She grins.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 11:14 am
Kibo: Show off.
He crosses his arms, faking a pout.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 11:17 am
"Child" Natasha says sticking out her tongue.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 11:46 am
Kibo: Hey, maturity is for stupidheads.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 11:49 am
Natasha rolls her eyes.
"Little children shouldn't play with fire."
She grins.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 11:51 am
Kibo: They also shouldn't drink.
He pulls out a rum bottle, and takes a long swig.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 11:52 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 12:16 pm
Kibo: Or play with swords.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 12:21 pm
"But I am no child."
Natasha says smiling.
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