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 Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 7:10 pm
Kibo: By all means, go ahead and prove me wrong then.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 1:41 pm
"You haven't answered my question, you know..."
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 6:55 pm
Kibo: I haven't answered many of your questions. Which one do you want me to focus on?
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 2:40 pm
"After I disclose your point, what do I get?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 4:01 pm
Kibo: I'm not going to give you a prize for killing yourself, if that's what you're asking.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 7:31 pm
Storm smiled faintly.
"Damn."
She shoved Nivia through her chest then, and into her heart. The drow's schooled face showed just a twinge of pain as the tip of the well crafted steel pieced the very important organ. For effect, Storm gave the dirk a wicked twist, and started to pull it dagonally down, towards her hip.
Khazar's hand shot out, and stayed his twin's. He looked quite...blank. Not an inkling of an emotion leaked out of his pretty features, nor his pores. Khazar had always been one hide what he was about.
"Your point has been made, kadriah. Don't open yourself for this slave monger. If ever there was a scum to stick to the bottom of your boots, it would be he."
There was a flash of darkened steel, a wet sounding smack, and blood flying like warm rain from the quickly moving dirk. Khazar lifted a hand to his cheek, and touched the very edge of the deep cut Storm'd given him.
The drow female in question was looking at Khazar almost...confusedly, like she didn't quite know what had just happened. Among the darker and thicker heart blood, there was the lighter blood of Khazar's on the very edge of Nivia.
"Don't. Ever. Presume. To. Command. Me."
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 5:27 pm
Kibo: Are you done yet? I've killed you already. The only reason I haven't killed you three times is because I am the metaphorical representation of you right now. A bleeding heart. But once is enough to prove my point.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 5:35 pm
Storm gave a thoughtful look to her chest.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 5:36 pm
Kibo: Therefore, my point stands. There is truth in the past.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 5:41 pm
Storm point a blood flecked ebon finger to her opened torso.
"Bleeding heart. Get it?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 3:11 pm
Kibo: I already made the pun, Storm. It's not funny when you use the same joke twice within a minute.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 4:27 pm
Storm made a rude hand gesture at Kibo.
"Up yours, Bobo."
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 5:06 pm
Kibo: What you mean is, "Up yours, clown."
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 5:33 am
Storm looked blank.
"Pardon?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 3:32 pm
"You lost me, whats going on?" Bigfoot ask Strtrom and Kibo.
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