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 Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 3:52 pm
Kibo wipes the ink from his eyes, running at Michael again, and slashing him in the back with Renji.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 4:50 pm
Michael: "Can't you see I am trying to ahve a conversation?"
*Compared to all that had already happened to him, a slash on the back was nothing.*
Michael: "How very very rude..."
*Michael turned sharply hitting Kibo in the face. Michael jumped after him and stabbed his sword into Kibo's right ribs. Ink mixed with the blood that flowed from the wound.*
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 4:57 pm
Kibo smiles, sliding up the blade, until his ribs were pressed against the hilt. He glances over at Storm, a slight tinge of anger in his eyes.
Kibo: Does this make you happy, Storm? To see me skewered in front of your very eyes?
He tilts his head towards his right arm, showing that he was holding it with his left. His image flickered, and faded like a shadow. Kibo appears right next to Michael, slashing into his arm. Simultaneously, three more slashes come from three other directions, cutting into Michael's throat, left kidney, and stomach.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 8:21 pm
*The three extra hits heal, but the primary hit does not.*
I don't have enough energy to sapre on non-vital hits.
Michael: "Let us find out, if seeing you killed is what Storm truly wants..."
*Michael slashes his blade across Kibos's chest, once again blood and ink spill from the wound. Michael brings the blade down into Kibo's left leg. Michael then removes the black book and flips it open, Kibo's chest, leg, and arm are drawn in blood.*
Michael: "Incredible likness, no?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 8:44 pm
Storm started to say severale things then settled on just one, slightly whimsical and completly useless answer.
"It gave me a splinter."
She glanced at Kibo, not showing anything in her eyes or body language.
"Happy? No, not happy. But what you truly wanted to hear is if it pains me, yes? As I'm sure it will upset you, no, it doesn't pain me. If you are not quick enough to get out of the way, you deserve you're pain."
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 9:20 pm
Kibo looks over at Storm, not hiding any of his emotions. But there was only one to show; anger. He turns back to Michael, wordlessly running forward again, his blades held at the ready.
In Storm's ear, unheard by anyone else, the sound of Kibo whispering something is heard.
Kibo: Well then, it's good thing I'm quick enough to get out of the way.
A pressure, barely noticeable, presses against Storm's cheek. Although he couldn't be seen, it was unmistakable what Kibo had just done. He knew Storm would recognize the feel of his lips again.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 9:28 pm
Storm stiffened ever so very, very slightly, but that one tiny movment spoke a world of words. She resisted the urge to look at Kibo, not giving him the pleasure, but kept her eyes firmly on Micahel, silently rooting for him to rip Kibo's insides out and use them as a flag where as before she was merely bored and awaiting whatever punishment he though fit for her.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 9:32 pm
Kibo spirit stands silently, invisibly, next to her, watching his own "death." He was wondering how long it would take Storm to wonder who had taken his place in the dying body.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 8:51 am
Michael: "It is just about time for me to finish your portrait!"
*Michael brought his sword up into Kibo's face, as he charged blindly. The Body had slown to a stop. Ad ink poured out from around the blade, blood ran over the page, but the face was taking a long time to appear. By time the face had begun to appear on the paper, Michael realized, it was not Kibo's...*
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 1:29 pm
An unfamiliar face smiles from the paper, as Kibo's "body" disappears into a blood-red mist. The mist re-forms around Kibo's spirit, all his wounds gone. He unsheathes his blades, holding them calmly at his sides.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 5:49 pm
*Michael stares into the page and then crumples it into a ball.*
Michael: "A very interesting trick, Mr. Botch."
*Michael stands and closes the book.*
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 6:30 pm
Kibo: You know, I do what I can. Oh, thank you for tearing that out of your book.
The spirit is freed from imprisonment in the page, and fades away, back into the flow of spirit energy.
He playfully circles Michael, two swords in hand.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 7:27 pm
*Michael walks in motion with Kibo, the two circling around one another, each waiting for the faithful moment.*
(Any one know where sir tiny is?)
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 7:35 pm
((Oh, I completely forgot to tell ya'll. Sit Tiny sent me a PM saying he's quitting Gaia altogether. It was the usual "Kill Tiny, leave all my ships to you" thing. He said his brother-in-law or his cousin or someone was taking over his account, but they don't like PotC. So his ships and all are mine. Feel free to kill everyone and burn the ships. I don't have enough people to captain them all.))
Kibo swings his arm forward, a hidden dagger flying from his sleeve.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 8:07 pm
[That seems convient... stare ]
Storm watchs Kibo, closely. She could value trechery, even if it was from someone she disliked.
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