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 Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 6:34 pm
Kibo: Clothes, I don't have. Gold, I do. And he's not crippled. Let him buy his own damn clothes.
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 6:41 pm
Storm sighed.
"It was a metephore...simile...thing. My point was...is that Bigfoot's just going to buy more rum, not clothes."
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 7:13 pm
KiboL How would a cripple use sunglasses to buy rum?
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 7:31 pm
"He wouldn't. Well he might if they were a really good pair....but that's besides the point."
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 11:34 pm
Natasha stood staring at her brother. They had been quite close when they were growing up, what had caused them to drift so far apart? She sat down thinking about what she should do.
"Harry," she said quietly, "I want you to drop all of your weapons and leave them at the end of the alley. Once you've done that you come to me. We have some things we need to discuss."
Harry was shocked. He would be vulnerable to attack without his weapons, he admitted to himself that he was scared of the people with his sister. Reluctantly, he dropped all of his weapons at the end of the alley as Natasha had instructed and walked cautiously towards her.
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 5:37 pm
Kibo: Harry, if you so much as scratch her arm, you'll see your own feet rushing up to your head, if you catch my drift.
He draws his finger across his throat, gripping his hilt with the other hand.
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 5:53 pm
Storm scowled.
"Killing him would be too much of a favor. Let me take him home to play with my little sister. She's taken quiet a likening to Surface males and the sound they make. Matron's so proud of her interrogation techniques. She always seems to get a confession out of the bloody fools."
She laughed humorlessly, never skipping a twirl with her dagger, nor taking her eyes off Harry.
"They think that by confessing, even if they didn't do anything, they'll earn the sweet release of the eternal kiss of death. All confessing earns them is an eternity of pain. Matron rewards K'hzarea for her troubles with yet another play thing. Namely, the wretch. Even the weakest of Surface dwellers will last a couple centuries of ‘fun’."
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 6:05 am
As Harry gets closer Natasha's hand grasps the hilt of her sword. Unsheathing it she points it at his thoat. "You should know by now, Harry. Never trust a pirate."
Harry stares at his sister. The colour slowly draining from his face.
"I...I... just... wanted to protect you." He said quietly, only heard by Natasha.
Natasha smiles, "I can protect myself," she whispers "You'll always be my brother, you'll always have a special place in my heart. But you belong in Port Royal and it is no longer my home, I would never be able to adapt to living there again..." she looks away from him, "...I've been free for too long." A tear forms in the corner of her eye and slowly runs down her face, she drops the sword and hugs her brother. "I've missed you." She whispers into his ear.
Harry hugs his sister, happy that she's safe but saddened that she will never live in Port Royal again.
((EDIT))
Natasha smiles weakly. "But Harry, I'm not your sister any more. I am that which you hate and hunt. You are unsafe here...even from me." She quickly grabs her sword from the ground pointing it back at his throat.
"You'd better grab your things and leave. Next time I may not spare your life." She sheathes her sword and walks back to Kibo, Storm and Bigfoot.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 6:26 pm
Kibo resheathes his sword, and walks up to Harry.
Kibo: As a pirate, I should hate you for trying to kill a member of my crew. However, as a gentleman, I think your quest to regain your sister is quite honorable. Worthy of a handshake, I believe.
Kibo extends his hand.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 11:24 pm
Harry shakes Kibo's hand then walked back to the alley where he returned his weapons to their places.
He then walked back to his ship. Ready to return to Port Royal.
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 4:35 pm
"See ya." Bigfoot says, waving. "I dont need gold, Kibo. I think the old clothes make me look more scarie when Im in my undead form."
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 5:08 pm
Kibo pulls out a pistol, and fires it towards Harry. It streaks past his head, and buries itself in a barrel in front of him.
Kibo: But don't forget. I'm first and foremost a pirate. An admiral, nonetheless. And I will not easily give up any of my crew. Remember that if you think about coming back.
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Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 12:09 am
Natasha smiles. She sits down on the ground and grasps her locket.
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Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 5:07 pm
"Darn, I wanted to see what he would do if he saw me in my undead form..." Bigfoot says, drinking more rum.
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