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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 6:47 pm
Bigfoot pulls out a fresh bottle of rum and hands it to her.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 8:44 pm
Kibo glances around for the unsubtle hiding attempts of Harry. Finding nothing, he turns back to his rum.
Kibo: Thanks, Storm. This ink will be quite helpful.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 11:54 pm
"Thank you" she says taking the bottle from Bigfoot. She turns to Storm. "My brother is the one hunting me...he'll probably be limping a bit from our last encounter. He hates me what I've become and thinks that I should either die, return to Port Royal as a pirate for a fair trial and a hanging or return to Port Royal as a lady and live." She uncorks the bottle with her teeth and has a swig of the rum. "I'm a better fighter than him though, I always have been."
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 8:37 pm
Kibo: And he's none too good at hiding, either.
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 11:35 pm
"He's better at it than you think."
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 10:58 am
Kibo: Well if he is, he's none too good at showing it.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 11:20 am
"Or maybe he wants us to hear him..." Bigfoot says, in between drinks of rum.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 12:04 pm
"We are only aware that he is here due to my scar. If it didn't glow and cause me pain whenever I'm in some sort of danger we'd still be oblivious to him being here." She has a swig of her rum while looking around to see if she can see where her brother is.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 12:23 pm
Kibo: That's because your scar starts glowing before he's close enough to be a true threat to you.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 12:30 pm
"Which is why I love my scar." She grins.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 12:39 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 12:42 pm
Natasha hears a faint shuffling coming from a nearby alley. She smiles, maybe her brother wasn't good at hiding after all.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 1:45 pm
Storm ignored the shuffleing in the shadows. She conjured a glass filled with some silver liquid and sipped at it.
"So, how did you get the scar in the first place?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 2:59 pm
Kibo snaps his fingers. Far above their heads, a spirit bird appears. It flies around the corner, and checks to see what's going on. It looks for a while, then flies onto Kibo's shoulder, chirping quickly.
Kibo: Heh heh. Fool.
Kibo spins, and tosses a card towards the corner. A small yelp can be heard as the card finds its mark.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 3:57 pm
Storm winced in sympathy and leaned back against slimly wall, crossing her ankles.
"That sounded like it hurt. I hope he's ok."
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