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 Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 3:05 pm
Kibo: Aww, so you can't do the fancy water/fire ball? That's a pretty fun thing to do.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 5:25 pm
Storm snorted in her glass before taking a swig of it.
"Like a necromaner would know."
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 7:45 pm
Kibo: Oh, that's right, you weren't here for that. Remember when we were destroying that Spanish ship, and I channeled a spirit to use Pyromancy?
He lifts up his right sleeve, once again revealing the line of 7 rune markings down them. he once again goes down the runes, pointing to each as he states what type of Mancer resided in each.
Kibo: Pyromancer, Aeromancer, Aquamancer, Lumemancer, Atermancer, Terramancer, and Trabamancer.
((Pardon the mistakes in my other posts about what rune marking had what spirit in it. I don't have the order memorized. I have more pressing things to think about.))
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 12:17 am
Storm grinned.
"Ah so the undead, flea-ridden dog learned some new tricks, tried some new treats. My condolences, friend, truly."
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 9:45 am
"I said I think they're caused by moods. When my other side get's stronger I'm sure that they will become easier to control....if not I'll have to learn to control my moods."
Natasha smiles, although the realisation that she may never have full control over har abilities makes her deeply saddened.
She raises her hand and the candle goes out.
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 11:58 am
Storm sighed soundly.
"And there goes my recrd for the longest time that candle's burned. Relight it, if you will."
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 3:08 pm
Kibo touches the first marking, and makes a gun with his hand. He "fires" it, and a small flame shoots from his index finger, relighting the candle.
Kibo: Alrighty. Wanna see if it'll go any farther? Maybe Terramancy?
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 3:22 pm
Storm shook her head.
"My purse has the strangest feeling that it will be empited soon enough if you try that indoors. Out. And try not to scratch the paint on the front, please."
The paint outside that is chipped, peeling and would most assuredly look a deal better if some one threw a chunk of stone at it.
"It cost alot of gold, then."
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 5:24 pm
*Don Miguel entered the tavern and walked up to the bar. He was hardly paying attention to the others inside and took a seat at the bar keeping to himself, waiting for one of the employees to walk by.*
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 5:57 pm
"Hey a customer that's not either of you sad lot. Which, by the way, owes me lots and lots of gold."
Storm turned to the newcomer.
"Welcome to the Split Skull, ser. What's your pleasure?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 7:16 pm
*Michael stands to greet the employee.*
Michael: "Hello, My name is Don Miguel, Captain of the Santo Columbia. Is the owner of this tavern around?
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 7:22 pm
Storm tsked.
"Such formality for a mere tavern. Storm Silverwind at your service, mistress of the Skull, captain of the Dagger and pervayor of names and information."
She sipped her drink.
"Now, good captain, what'll it be? Information? A drink? Warm bed for the night with pleasent company?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 7:26 pm
Michael: "No I am just fine, you see I am new to this Island and short on a crew. Your tavern seems to be quite a popular place. I was hoping you would allow me to set up a table in the back for recrueting, i find myself short of a crew."
*Michael reaches into his jacket and pulls out a raggedy cloth sack. he sets it on the table and opens in revealing a large amount of Spanish gold.*
Michael: "Of course I will happily pay you in return."
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 7:26 pm
Kibo: Kibo's hand started shaking as Michael walked in. However, he resisted the urge to kill him right now. If he killed him here, Storm would probably be furious with him for getting blood on her floor. Plus, he doubted the Devil would let his slave out of his service so easily. And there was the chance of collateral damage. He didn't want Natasha hurt. He knew she could handle herself in a normal battle, but this was different. He wasn't even sure he could handle it. But he had to try, for the sake of the souls he had enslaved. He pulls out two large bags of gold, and tosses them on the counter.
Kibo: That should cover both our debts.
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 7:31 pm
Storm eyed the pair of bags on her table with a gleam of greed that was quickly hidden.
"Fair enough, Ship Master. Set up your recrueting station anywhere you feel like."
She pulled his bag off the table and tucked it into a pocket that shouldn't even exist in a seam on her shirt. She glanced at Kibo, bemused but still amied her words at Michael.
"I suggest, though, that you stay far away from that one. He seems to have...issues with you."
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