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 Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 2:21 pm
Storm shrugged.
"It happens to the worst of us."
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 3:19 pm
Allen: Yep. So, what're we going to do with them?
He points to Wicked and Truth.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 6:58 pm
Storm stood and knelt before Wicked and Truth. She drew her dagger and cut through the pythvine in one smooth mostion. She took Wicked's bleeding hand (ignoring his whimpering) and kissed it softly. All the flesh that had been peeled off regrew raipadly. He flexed it, not really beliving that she had done such a kind thing.
Storm moved over to Truth next, and kissed his hand as well. She lifted her now blood stainded lips to his forehead and kissed that as well. Storm smiled and stood back, moving back to the mast.
"You owe me, deeply, Truth."
"Why?"
To this, she merely shrugged.
"I was bored."
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 8:06 pm
Allen: Whatever. They've gotten boring anyway.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 8:08 pm
"You just miss something to play with. Would you like another toy?"
Storm acted as if this request was an everyday thing, such as offering salt.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 8:41 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 9:30 am
Storm shrugged.
"Anyone you could possibly want. I am a girl of many means."
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 5:02 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 7:36 pm
Storm gave a sharp whistle and a slave rushed over to them. She was so covered in dirt and grime that it took her a moment to realize that the girl was not infact black.
"Fetch mister Copley. Edward, I think his name is."
The women nodded and rushed off. A good five minuets passed before the man was pulled up from below and dragged over to Storm and Allen. He was arguing most fiercly with the slave, but shut his mouth so abruptly, seeing Storm standing there that Edward bit his tounge.
"I do belive I like you, Allen. Thus, Prince Edward Copley, heir to the Taisalain empire in the east is yours."
Edward had dark, dark hair and eyes so brown they looked black. His skin was deep mahogony and might had shined, if it had been cleaned in the last five or so monthes. His obviously fine clothes were soiled and torn and stunk of s**t.
"Call if you need any healing potions."
Storm left them then and walked into her cabin, shutting the door behind.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 8:05 pm
Allen laughs as Storm leaves, sitting comfortably in a chair. A bottle of wine rises from the shadows, and Allen offers it to Edward, smiling warmly.
Allen: You look thirsty mate. Care for a drink? I didn't go through all this sadistic b.s. crap for my own pleasure. I did it to save a few of her slaves.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 8:12 pm
Prince Edward didn't move, except his eyes, flickereing back and forth between Allen's face and the wine. The aristocrat was hunched, as if to avoid a painful blow. When he spoke, his accent was so thick that it was hard to understand him.
"You lie. You only try to make me hurt more."
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 4:32 pm
Allen: Suit yourself.
He takes the bottle, opens it, and pours some of the sweetly dry content into his mouth.
Allen: Are you sure you don't want some?
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 5:53 pm
Edward's tounge flickered across his chapped and peeling lips.
"You can see the answer before you, yet you ask? Why?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 7:50 pm
Allen: Because I am a kind man, and wanted to respect your wishes if you truly didn't want any.
A shadow shoots from the ground, slicing Edward's bindings, and allowing him free range of movement. He then pours a glass, sliding it across the floor to the disheveled man.
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 1:21 pm
The aristocrat, staring at Allen all the while, crouched and quaffed the drink in one long gulp. His imeidate need somewhat quenched, Edward had the nerve to laugh.
"Kind man? Kind men do not reave with the likes of her."
He would not speak her name; he knew well the stories.
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