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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2007 12:56 am
A fair bit of time had past since they showed Kayna their back, slowly Gulping in disappointment their left hand pulled the two sides of the shirt together and with a simple click it started to re-thread itself. Standing up with this was taken place the sullen voice of Chey spoke out slowly.
"I thank you for taking time to look at this, But I can se that this maybe something out of your power. Both things. If we may, I suppose I should start searching for the white haired Ninja that forced my brother and I to reside in the same body."
With saying this they bowed with both tails curled up along an arm before turning and leaving.
The petit bandaged feet of Cheys padded softly on the carpeted rug along the hall as they walked towards the exit. She didn't know where to begin her search Even her brother as he prodded at her mind to try and get her to smile seemed worthless and the same trail of thought snaked through her mind.
If nothing is done both will die.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 3:55 pm
Maki figured Zetsuei was concentrating and sat back in her chair and waited.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 5:48 pm
After what seemed like hours Maki felt as if she was imposing on his concentration and got up.
"I'll be in my room if you need me," she said and wandered down the hall. She could still hear Zetsuei working on the control panel as she walked up to the elevator and pressed the button. Once downstairs she made her way towards her room when she saw the damaged she had caused to the hull of the airship. She remembered losing control of her own body and smashing the wood as if it were nothing. This memory made her frown as she slowly walked up to it and traced the patched up hole with her fingers.
"Ouch!" she yelped as a splinter pierced her finger. Drawing her hand close to her body she walked away from the hole towards her bedroom. Once inside she carefully pulled the long thin sliver of wood with her fingernails. Which she used to hold the splinter before her and stared at it for a second and then tossed it into a small garbage pail at the foot of the bed.
She looked around, although it was her room. It felt ... empty and sad.
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