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 Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 6:40 pm
She turned more green, which just seemed... very interesting to Merrick. He had seen men turn green on the ship, not used to the swaying and motion of the sea. But this was a girl... and they weren't on a ship, even!
"Well," Merrick looked in the direction the man went and then back to the green girl, "that much is apparent. Did something happen that made such emotion so intense in your person?" His voice had a lofty tone, very unlike the child that he so obviously was.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2007 4:47 am
Unaware that she looked distinctly kiwi-ish now, Ana scuffed at the ground again.
"Adrian," she said, dislike heavy in her voice. "That...that no good, whiny bug-smusher. HE was a bully. I think."
Or just too emo for his own good. Either way, he'd tried to kill her millipede and dammit such things were just not done. SOME people were trying to live in a civilization.
"I just don't like seeing things get picked on. It gets me all mad."
She scrunched her nose and balled her fists to accentuate the point, aiming a couple jabs at the air for good measure.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 1:54 pm
Merrick listened intently and looked around with a slightly worried glance. "We should move," he grabbed the stuff she had by the tree and her hand -ducking to avoid her jabs-, and quick like an imp moved off the path and to the empty table nearby.
"There, no more bullies!" he smiled toothily and scrambled up to sit on the table with his feet on the bench.
"Well, I don't know an 'Adrian', but if he was not just pestering your bug-friends but killing them... I can understand why you have such distate towards him." He nodded thoughtfully.
The boy broke out of the mood. Jumping from the table, he twisted in the air and landed lightly on his feet. "But if it's moves you want to learn.....?" Merrick grinned, his eyes sparkling. "Come, come, Ana.... hit me!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 8:06 am
Ana, who had been nodding and clucking in agreement with every single one of Merrick's words, suddenly choked.
"H-hit you?" she parroted shakily, astonished. "B-but...but I d-don't...you're my f-friend! I...I couldn't!"
It went against every bit of Ana's peaceable nature to simply strike someone without extreme, unrelenting provocation. Merrick might as well ask a stone to speak or a pig to fly. Ana tried to oblige, raising a fist weakly, but she just couldn't do it.
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2007 2:08 pm
"No, no," Merrick smiled encouragably (or so he thought, it was rather crazy looking on his face). "It's called sparring. You fight, but not with malicious intent. Instead, it is very much a learning experience, and exhilerating." He wasn't going to mention the bruises he himself got when he 'sparred' with the sailors.
To show there was no harm, he very gently took her limp fist and pressed it into his exposed palm.
Much like it would have been hard for Ana to comprehend violence, it was difficult for Merrick to think that there might be another way to contend with adversity other than fists and words.
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