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 Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2004 7:03 pm
Focht closed his eyes, wishing 9 didn't have to leave but he couldn't tell her to stay if it meant she was coming back. He responded to her telepathicly, hoping she got it before she was completely gone.
Stay safe 9.....
He tossed the Grand Klaive down the stairs off to the side, just needing to let go of it before it hurt him too much. His blood still dripped to the floor but there was little he could do about it. Clenching his hand, he started to form an ice gauntlet around his right hand, using Than's gift to help him out.
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2004 7:11 pm
Salvias eyes flickered open from their half open point, narrowing slightly as Irvine stumbled into the tavern.
"...There ya are."
She hissed, the corners of her lips curling into a wicked sneer as she looked up from her lap to the man. She shifted, her thin fingers curling around the edges of her hood as she dropped it to her shoulders. The smell, it was all over him. That's who had killed them. She walked over to Irvine and looked down at him, crossing her arms loosely as she smirked.
"Oh dear... poor Irvine, too drunk to stand. And master made you seem so much more respectable."
She laughed, picking up her right leg and pressing her boot against his throat. "Why did you do it Irvine? Tell me. Just for a laugh. Why? No reason I assume..."
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2004 7:14 pm
*she saw the other girl walk up to Irvine and place her boot to his throat. she sighed, seeing enough violence for tonight. she walke dup to her and calmly spoke*
please.. i dont know why you wish to harm him.. but i will ask you to leave him be...
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2004 7:17 pm
Focht walked down the stairs to Irvine, Sai, and Silvia.
"Remove your boot from his throat..... now.... "
He didn't seem to be in a good mood, getting tired of it all. The ice gauntlet allowed him to use his power to keep from bleeding acid all over the Dojo.
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2004 7:18 pm
"Excuse me, but I don't really care to stop. I'm sure I'm doing some one a favor. He did destroy a lot more than I have in the past year." She hissed, her fangs sliding over the corners of her bottom lip as she spoke. "Plus, the better the sinner the better the taste. Isnt that right Irvine?" She cooed, pressing down even harder with her boot. she knew she wasnt doing much to harm him.
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2004 7:22 pm
*she glanced at Focht walked over to them, she sighed and glanced at silvia. she stepped back knowing she wans a match any of them. she sat on a couch, not saying anything till she was addressed.*
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2004 7:23 pm
Focht reached over with his ice covered hand, attempting to grab Silvia by the front of her jacket, intending to get some of the shirt too. His movement was just a blur to those who watched. If he got ahold of her jacket he would force her to move away from Irvine with a hard pull on her jacket to send her to the side.
"I don't care if you want to stop....."
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2004 7:26 pm
Irvine didn't mind the boot on his throat. Whatever this woman had planned for him was probably better then the headache he was feeling right now. He tried hard to keep concious. He heard her speak of the Master which made him open his eyes more. He coughed slightly as she applied pressure to his throat. Irvine continued to look up while trying to think of who she was. This was sure a great time to be drunk.
"Who are you?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2004 7:31 pm
Irvine need a little help ? *Ceres smirks as she walks out of the shadows, she sets her hands on her hips and licks lips*
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2004 7:32 pm
Her eyes flickered as he seemed to jet his arm out towards her, leaning back as much as possible out of his reach as the ground bubbled in front of focht. It turned into a black pool that resembled hot tar, boiling before two arms, made of the same substance, whipped out and wrapped around his arm; pulling down harshly in an attempt to pull him under.-
"Why are you trying to stop me? I have no fight with you or that girl..."
She hissed, looking up at Focht as she snapped.
"Stay out of it Hero."
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2004 7:36 pm
She looked at Ceres, paying no mind to Irvine as she shifted her weight once more, hoping to hear his voice sputter to silence as he spoke. " So amused? A friend maybe... or do you see the same amusement in this as I?" She smirked, her fangs glinting brightly as she looked back to Focht. "Pleas understand... I do his for a reason."
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2004 7:41 pm
*she sat on the couch watching the rest. she rolled her eyes.. i do this for a reason.. she mocked her. she stood up, rolling her eyes. she walked towards the kitchen*
only reason you do it, for for no self respect....
*she didnt care if she was heard or not, at this moment she was a no body to say anything, a playtoy to those with power, as she was mortal*
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2004 7:42 pm
Irvine paid no heed to Ceres. All he wanted was this boot to be off his throat, a couple answers, then to slide into unconcious bliss. Only in the morning would he have to trouble himself with a monster hangover. Ofcourse just thinking about a hangover hurt his head even more. Irvine put a hand around the girls ankle and began to grip it with incredible strength. He hoped to crush her ankle then her face for disturbing him.
"Get...your...boot...off..."
He said each with choking breaths. It was getting harder for him to breath. But he knew when push came to shove he wouldn't allow her to have her boot on his throat. He was giving her one chance to move before things got ugly. Before Irvine got ugly.
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2004 7:45 pm
Focht tilted his head to the side, wondering what she planned to do with this stuff. A cylinder of air formed around his arm, keeping the tentacles from grabbing him and from pulling him down.
"Hero? I am no hero..... You really want to play with the black goo?"
Focht smirked showing her his k-9's as blight begain seeping out from the cuts on his hand then out around the ice gauntlet.
"I see no reason to let you kill him when I want to talk to him."
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2004 7:46 pm
ya see here witch you should get off of him.. I don't like saying nice things about people.. but this man can and will, rip you to shreds if you continue on like this and I would be very happy to help.. since you are so weak that you have to wait until he is drunk to attack him *she laughs as she walks over*
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