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 Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 6:19 pm
((Pssh, that's not Storm. If it was, there wouldn't be time to take a picture with the dagger in her hand. It would already be embedded in the victim.))
Kibo: Did I ever say I didn't believe you? Of course, the aura of sadness spinning around you helps too.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2007 5:47 pm
[She's moving very, very, very slowly. Storm always was one for show boating.]
Storm frowned, not likeing it one little bit that Kibo could "read" her so easily.
"Sadness? Mayhaps that is in the mix. I have never noticed it before."
When in doubt, you lie your tiny, perfect socks off.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2007 6:14 pm
Kibo: Nope, I'd say your sadness increased quite a bit right before you paused a few moments ago.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2007 6:19 pm
Storm gave a low laugh, trying to pass it off on bravo.
"And you would be the one to fix that, yes?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2007 6:30 pm
Kibo: Of course not, silly! I'm the one who'd delight in nothing more than making that aura bigger.
He spits, seemingly getting rid of the sarcasm that drenched his last statement.
Kibo: Is there anything you wanna talk about? Maybe just beat the crap out of me until you feel better?
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2007 2:09 pm
Storm pretended to consider the idea.
"Hm. A tempting offer. Why make it, however?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2007 6:57 pm
Kibo: Because I felt like it, is why. So are you gonna take it up, or am I gonna change my mind?
He smirks playfully, holding her wrist, and guides it in a light punch across his cheek.
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 3:34 am
Storm's trapped wrist was suddenly free and holding a razo sharp dagger to Kibo's throat. The other had pulled her new long sword, using that as a parry for his fist.
Side of the blade, of course. Storm couldn't take the chance of cutting his limber hands off. There was always a chance...She shook her head, pushing such thoughts far away.
"Don't try me, lovie. Storm may be gone, but I didn't live as long as I did before being a helpless babe in a basket."
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 6:19 pm
Shadows shot from the deck, pulling both blades from Storm's hands.
Kibo: I said beat the crap out of me. No weapons.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 3:27 pm
Storm frowned.
"You always ruin my fun, Kibo. Do you really think the over-weight Storm that I am good really hurt big muscular Kibo with the flat of her blades?"
She couldn't have weighed more then 90 pounds. That was pushing it.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 7:23 pm
Kibo: That's because you weigh yourself with the weapons on. With all that steel, you weigh what, 200 pounds?
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 2:27 pm
Storm grinned.
"Glamours are wonderous things. My daggers only give me an extra, three, four pounds, I think."
SHe shrugged.
"How could I possibly fight with an extra hundred and some change pounds on me otherwise?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 5:32 pm
Kibo: It was an exaggeration, Storm.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 8:06 pm
Storm shrugged her wonderful Gallic shrug, meaning nothing and everything at all.
"Your point being? You called me fat, I called your bluff."
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 11:08 am
Kibo: When did I call you fat?
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