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 Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2007 7:54 pm
Storm cocked her head, confused. Hanotre patted his meaty hand against Allen's shoulder, crooked yellow and while teeth practically glowing through the black hair of his beard.
"I t'ink me and 'his lad will get along mighty fine! Har!"
Storm eyes moved from Allen to Hantore and back again.
"Don't touch my daughters again or I shall give you to my friend, Misaki. Is that clear?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2007 8:05 pm
Allen: Kibo gave me permission to do as I wished once I delivered my message. My loyalties lie with him, not you.
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2007 8:13 pm
Storm frowned.
"Doesn't matter to whom you tie yourself to. Do not touch them again."
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 7:36 pm
Allen: Pardon me for not taking your threats seriously. Maybe it has something to do with my being able to get you away from me with a snap of my fingers.
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 7:40 pm
Hantore chuckled.
"Laddie, if'n the lass 'ere wants ye dead, ye better 'ope ye find another t'kill ye."
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 7:44 pm
Allen crouches down dramatically, making it quite clear he was subtly mocking Hantore's size.
Allen: Thanks for that informative insert into the conversation. But the big people are talking, so you'll just have to wait your turn.
He pats Hantore on the head like an adult would do to a child, even faking a warm smile, before standing to full height again.
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 7:47 pm
[Only 'cause I hate that thrice-damned organ. stare ]
Hantore scowled, balled up his mail-clad fist and landed a solid blow to Allen's spleen.
"Don' ye ever go talkin' ta me t'at way."
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 7:51 pm
((Hey, Allen thoroughly enjoys his spleen!!))
Just before Hantore's fist connected, a shadow launches from Allen's shirt, wrapping around the fist, and twisting his arm around behind his back, lifting him into the air by it. He smiles as he mocks the drawf's accent.
Allen: Don' ye ever go hittin' me like t'at.
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 7:55 pm
[Hate ta break it t'him, but spleens are o' t'e devil.]
Hantore growled away his pain. Storm merely pinched the bridge of her nose. She sounded tired.
"Allen put him down. Hantore, go tend to the slave; they're slacking off."
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 4:04 pm
Allen: With pleasure, ma'am.
The shadow throws Hantore through the air, and out the door, before shutting it behind him. Allen clicks his tongue, and the shadow goes back to it's place on his shirt.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 7:53 pm
"Useful boy, aren't you?"
Storm smiled teasingly.
"Anyway I can tempt you away from the Death Lord's services for my own? I promise you this, you shan't be disappointed if you do."
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 8:09 pm
((There's really gonna be no use for him. He dies in the battle of Tortuga, remember?))
Allen: If you can double Kibo's offerings to me.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 8:12 pm
[Yes, but Storm doesn't know that, now does she? ninja ]
Storm shrugged.
"I am not a poor women, Allen. You can have whatever it is you wish...save my daughters."
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 8:18 pm
Allen: Well, you can't raise me from the dead upon my death, so I'm afraid I'm... oh hell, how did he say it? Umm... Oh! I'm "disinclined to acquiesce to your request."
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 8:31 pm
Storm rested her hands on her hips.
"Now really, do you belive that living as long as I have, I have not found a way to cheat death? I am not a poor women, Allen...in any aspect."
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