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 Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 5:46 am
"Once I've finished with him then I might give him to Khazar."
Natasha smiled.
"Name please, dear?"
The man closed his eyes.
"James Dust."
Natasha's eyes widened.
"Jamie?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 11:36 am
Khazar glanced between James and Natasha.
"The two slaves know each other?"
Storm shrugged.
"Evidently."
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 6:19 pm
"If you keep flattering me the way that you do I'm likely to get a complex..." she joked, blushing. "That or melt..." she finished with a laugh.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 6:32 pm
Kibo: Love, if finding out you were an angel didn't give you a complex, I don't think a few compliments will.
He smirks playfully, running a lone finger from her waist to just below her breasts, before pulling his finger back quickly, before she could slap it away.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 6:36 pm
Her retaliation was to toss a crumpet at his head and laugh loudly when it bounced off his nose. "You earned that!" she accused with a wide grin.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 6:45 pm
Kibo bent down, picked up the crumpet, and took a bite.
Kibo: Mmm, Kibo nose. Delicious.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 6:54 pm
She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms before handing him some of the honey butter. "Thank goodness you don't have a cold" she said with a grimace.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 7:00 pm
Kibo pointed to his right arm.
Kibo: Hello, Biomancy? I don't get sick.
He grins broadly, poking her playfully on the nose.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 7:11 pm
"Right... I forgot about that..." she said, making a mental note that she'd never have to make him soup when he was ill. "Well, that's handy, I suppose".
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 7:16 pm
Kibo: It is. It's also quite handy when I get shot, stabbed, disemboweled, or the like.
He tilts his head, grinning cutely.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 7:20 pm
"Lovely...." she replied, looking slightly unsettled. "Really, you get mauled often then?" she asked, curious.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 7:28 pm
Kibo: I'm a pirate, love. It's what I do.
He leans forward, pecking her on the nose.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 7:41 pm
"Right... A very polite indestructable pirate.... At least you haven't taken to showing off your scars. My father has a story for each one... And some of those stories I wish I never knew..." she sighed, thinking of her family.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 7:52 pm
Kibo: That's the thing.
He tilts his head to either side, pulled up his sleeve, then pulled down the collar of his shirt slightly.
Kibo: Because I use Biomancy, I don't have scars to tell stories about. They fade within seconds, if they appear at all.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 8:06 pm
"How on Earth do you make small talk then?" she joked.
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