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 Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 4:06 pm
Kibo: All the while, while you were breaking my wrist back on Tortuga's coast, through all the screaming and cursing, your aura was a sorrowful one. It was a great solution of grief, regret, anger, and depression. And it was because of me. Because of my rash actions, we are all where we are today. Me, apologizing wholeheartedly, and you spitting at my feet.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 4:16 pm
Storm's face softened at that.
"And for that, I am sorry. I should not have reacted so."
She gave a fake little bark of laughter.
"After all, what's a little unending pleasure to friendship?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 4:22 pm
Kibo: There's a difference between the two?
He smirks, holding out his hand for a shake.
Kibo: You're not going to stab me in the back of the ear, are you?
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 8:06 pm
Storm raised a brow to Kibo.
"Of course there is, Botch. That sort of pleasure leaves and takes your happiness along with it."
She look unaccountably sad for a moment before snapping to again. Storm looked at Kibo's hand for a long minuet, then his face.
"When you wrist is so much closer?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 7:06 pm
Kibo: It's easy to quickly wrap a bandage around your wrist. Behind your ear is a bit harder to apply constant pressure to.
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 7:13 pm
Storm stepped forward quickly, raising her dirk to rest against the hollow behind Kibo's ears. She was smiling pleasently.
"By golly, you are right, Botch. How could I have made such a simple mistake?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 7:29 pm
As soon as she moved, Kibo's arm was at the base of her neck, a syringe in hand.
Kibo: You try to stab me, and I inject you with something Anita calls Hydrochloric Acid. I don't know what's in it, but it'll liquefy almost anything it touches; flesh, bone, muscle, metal, you know.
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 7:42 pm
[Extre, uber brownie points if you can name the play and/or play write whom said this.]
Storm trembled then, part with excitement, part with longing.
"You offer so freely, all I needs do it plunge a dagger into you. Yet, by that very act, I damn myself, damn myself forever more."
She looked down then, and stepped back, ashamed of her moment of weakness or madness. When Storm met Kibo's eyes again, they were different. In place of the simering cruelty that had become the norm to fester there, it was replaced by...something. Something else entierly different. Not kindness, no never that, but...neutrailty. Or at least, that is what most people would mark it as, for it was not true neutrailty; a muted sort of chaos and disorder teemed behind the false sense of peace.
"I would not spend my life and body to cause naught more then a flesh wound. 'Tis a waste."
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 7:54 pm
((Not a clue. Even google couldn't help.))
Kibo smirks, spinning the needle in his fingers.
Kibo: Not really, for this is naught more than an empty needle. If you caught a glance, you'd have noticed the plunger was down.
He smiles, tossing it away.
Kibo: If you hadn't looked down, you'd have noticed the shimmer I let cross my eye, telling you I was lying. Too bad, huh?
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 7:59 pm
[Shakespere, you idiot. rolleyes Timons of Athens, to be exact.]
Storm grimenced.
"You blufifng b*****d."
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 8:01 pm
((Who is this Shakespeare? xd I personally loathe most of his plays, save Julius Caesar.))
Kibo: I gave you plenty of chances to call my bluff. How would I be able to reach into my pack, know exactly where the HCl was, and hold it to the back of your neck in a single instant?
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 8:07 pm
[Really? What about sonets?]
Storm folded her arms under her breasts.
"You ser, are a necromancer who has extended his reach over much and has a medle some b***h living in his arm. Now tell me, you could do that?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 7:32 pm
((I've only heard one. It was sonnet 76, I think. The one that began "Why is my verse so barren of new pride..." I didn't like it that much.))
Kibo: If I tried, I'd end up with a hand full of some of the various other toxins in my pack.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 7:37 pm
"Of which your b***h would heal you of immediatly. Your point is moot, mister Kibo."
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 9:36 pm
Kibo: Several of which would cause my arm to shrivel up and possibly fall off before I realized what I had done. Rune markings are only viable when they're mostly intact. And the word you're looking for it "moot." My point is moot.
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