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 Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 2:15 pm
((sorry... was busy..))
Miguel butted in again. "look... if she were here... i would know." he shot a glance at Zane. "i know yer a hunter, and all... or whatever you call yourself... but im an assasin(sp?). i can track just as well, if not better."
((reason for Miguel knowing about zane: as a high ranking officer in the council, he needs to know things about their allies. thus, zane's name would probably come up.))
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 3:53 pm
"Sure as my name is Zane Tenku she is," Zane said. He turned to Miguel. "Trust me buddy, theres alot about trackin you dont know. I could kill you with anything in this room, even my cloak, so stay out of my way. And really? You would know? I know about how many rats are in Persia. I know shes here, And shes gonna pay. Big time."
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 3:55 pm
Echo quirked ehr head, "What's all that yelling?"
Margo was distraught, "Please stop fighting!"
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 3:58 pm
"Not fighting. ECHO I KNOW YOUR HERE! COME OUT AND FIGHT YOU COWARD!" Zane yelled
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 4:01 pm
Miguel glared, clenching his teeth. "well... zane... i know more about tracking then you could ever hope to... and... i dont even need to use anything in this room to kill your sorry a..." he remembered they were in noble company, "behind..." he held up his hands. "empty hand..."
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 4:05 pm
The lord of human's adviser came sckrering up, "What's all this yelling about?"
Echo flinched, "Miss can you help me to go see the cause of the noise." The maid nodded and helped Echo walk.
Margo looked embaressed.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 7:16 pm
"This is no time for games!" Zane ran across the wall, like a rat running on a wall
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 7:18 pm
The maid helped Echo walk over to Miguel and Margo.
"Wh-what's going on Margo?"
Margo looked distraught.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 7:22 pm
Zane tied a rope to the rafters, flipped upside down, held it with his feet, and slid diwn in front of Echo. "Why, hello, you murdering scumbag." He said, Fakeing a smile. "Remember me?" (im good with suspense O.o)
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 7:23 pm
Echo frowned, "W-What? Who are you?" she played the young lady.
The maid at ehr side sckowled at the strange man.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 7:26 pm
"Why, you dont remember me? YOU KILLED MY FAMILY!" Zane suddenly yelled.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 7:33 pm
Echo tried to take a step back, but couldn't. She was still hurt from her last fight. With the maid's help, she was able to stay standing.
Echo played terrified, "I don't know what you're talking about!"
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 7:36 pm
"You poisened them. I saw it. YOU POISEND ME!" Zane yelled, jerking up his sleeve to reveal tendrils of the same poisin used to kill his parents. "Grave toutch. Simpelest trick, et effective. To this day, it still burns me. To this VERY DAY I have sought my revemge."
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 7:39 pm
Echo looked at him with puzzlement.
The only killing she had ever done was with her teeth and claws. She never resorted to backhanded, 'human' ways to killsomething. She shook her head, "I don't know what you're talking about."
This time she actually ment it.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 7:45 pm
"Your friend did it. See this bow? I took it from my fathers corpse. We were in werewolf territory when it happened. We were about to leave when you and another one of your kind attacked us. One had a scythe. You ripped my fathers throat out. I WATCHED THEM DIE! Stay out of my way, and I might not kill you." Zane spat, and as quickly as he dropped, he was back up in the rafters, god knows where.
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