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 Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 7:53 pm
Storm shrugged.
"Who needs a finger when you have feathers and fur?"
A pair of crows hands on either one of Kibo's shoulders, cawing happily.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 7:56 pm
Kibo grabs the birds' legs before they could land, and tosses them away.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 7:58 pm
The crows circled Kibo's head, yelling at him in their language. One landed on Storm's outstreatched hand. She ran a finger along the creast of her head.
"And here I thought that you were taught better manners."
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 8:00 pm
Kibo: And here I thought you'd believe me when I told you that you or any of your minions and miscreants wouldn't touch me...
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 8:05 pm
Storm appared hurt by Kibo's simple words.
"'Minions and miscreants'? Why, Botch, you wound me so. Must you say such hurtful things?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 8:08 pm
Kibo: Because I don't care about making you feel special anymore, that's why. But I'll be glad to take back my words if you can prove to me that the men and women who serve under your service are more than just minions and miscreants.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 8:18 pm
"'Course I can, what do you take me for, a fool? I am not always able to make appointments persoanlly, thus I need another to act the part of a Lord. Or Lady, depending."
Storm ordered something in her native toungue to the shabbily dressed slave standing slack-jawed at Kibo. She had to repeat it twice before the man ran off and returned with two people.
"Botch, I do belive you have met Hantore Thurman before, to both of your displeasures,"
The dwarf eyed Kibo darkly. Storm actually hopped off her seat on the rail and moved to the other, a woman, slipping her arm around the woman's waist.
"And the finely dressed woman there goes by the name of Misaki Fain."
"A pleasure, mister...?"
Misaki was wearing a man's white dress shirt, only half buttoned up and tucked haphazardly into a pair of patched pants. Her feet were bare and looked worn. Misaki's hair was pulled back and up into a tight black bun and a small dagger graced the leather that passed for a belt.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 8:21 pm
Kibo: I meant prove that they were neither minions and miscreats, not both.
He stares at Hantore as he spoke.
Kibo: And the names Botch, Misaki. Admiral Kibo Botch.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 8:31 pm
Storm frowned.
"Now that's not even close to being true. Tell me this, do I look like the type to die for a minion and miscreat? If that were true, then would't I have died for you?"
Hantore's thick brows came together and even Misaki looked worried.
"So them rumors were true then, lassie? Ye really died?"
"Why didn't you tell us this?"
Storm played with one of her many earrings.
"You didn't need to know; it wasn't relevent."
Misaki slipped out of Storm's grasp easily and frowned at her, hands on hips.
"Not relevent? You died, woman! I'd say that is."
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 9:05 pm
Kibo: Oh, you've actually found someone in that slimy black hole you call a heart who you'd be willing to die for? I can't say I'm not surprised.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 9:08 pm
This gave all three a pause and they turned to look at Kibo.
"And, pray tell, why is that?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 10:02 pm
Kibo: Because all the campfire stories I've heard about Drow always tell about blood-thirtsy killers who put their own needs before so much as holding a door for another. When I first met you, I began to think they were all b.s. But luckily, you've taught me my lesson quite clearly.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 10:40 pm
Misaki gave a throaty laugh and even Hantore chuckled.
"My my, whatever did you do to the good Admiral Botch that caused him to think that, lovie?"
"She 'issed 'im."
"His morals clung to the belife that I am a good little surface elf, pron to dancing under the stars and loving all things that have colour to them. I had the most awfully time trying to coninvce him otherwise."
Storm turned to Kibo, eyeing him closely.
"Are you completly positive that the lessons stuck? That you aren't bound to fly off into another bout of fancy and steal my thing again?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 6:39 pm
Kibo: Bouts of fancy are the human way. And I fashion myself as a human, Drow. Regardless of what part of me you've cut out, it will regrow, better than ever. And to think I would've helped you drag a blade across my own throat not even a week ago. Well, my naivety has been retributed, and I've learned to trust what the storytellers of old have to say about you Drow.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 6:46 pm
Storm flashed him a brilliant grin.
"Human, did you say? A pray tell, exactly who were took the first breathes of life first? Humans or elves?"
"'Est not trust 'he storytellers, either boyo."
"Lie something firce, those folk do."
"But, you could always ask me to help kill you. It would be an amusing break from the monontous day."
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