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 Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 4:25 pm
Bareq sighed and watched the small light shows on the bar.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 4:27 pm
Ripps turned around as she felt a gaze on her group. "Can I help you with something?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 4:29 pm
Vincent laughed.
"Hey Campbridge. Dont worry they havent hurt me yet. Ripps actually been quite nice, for a bounty hunter."
Vincent removed his mask and set it on the bar. He drank down his shot of tequilla and turned to Campbridge.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 4:30 pm
Bareq stood. "I think, Ripps, we should step away."
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 4:31 pm
"Yes.. BY GETTING AWAY FROM HIM!!!" he screamed at her. At the same time he yelled this, he quickly moved his cane in her direction. It let out a fireball that flew towards the girl, but he made sure that it would miss on purpose.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 4:31 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 4:32 pm
Ripps barely moved her scythe and dispersed the flame. "Temper temper."
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 4:33 pm
Bareq staff slid from his sleeve and he swung it around, nailling cadwallander in the head. "Don't."
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 4:37 pm
"Sorry, Vince. I was kinda sleeping when that happend. I'm really useless, aren't I?" he told Vincent, but his eyes were still on the girl and his voice still showed the same anger. "Now, now, Miss. I suppose you already got your money for him and I don't see any reason to cling to him, so will you PLEASE move AWAY!" he said, more as an order then a request.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 4:38 pm
Vincent sighed, and kept his mask off.. He ordered another drink, and watched what was going on. He had no weapon so he wasnt in a position to stand up and fight. Besides Ripps had been nice to him, she was just doing her job.
"Theyre just doing their job Campbridge. Its not their fualt my head has a 22 million dollar price on it. Youre not useless Campbridge youve been nice to me thats all i ever wanted."
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 4:39 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 4:40 pm
Ripps rolled her eyes and just turned around back to the bar, ordering another shot. "How rude."
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 4:44 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 4:46 pm
"I don't care if she's doing her job or not," he said between his teeth. "And you're coming back with me," he told Vincent, his cane turning redder as another fireball formed on the tip. He didn't stop walking, getting closer to the two.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 4:49 pm
Ripps turned back around with a shot in her hand and she dully watched Campbridge. "Well, it was nice talking to ya, Mr. Vincent, but it seems your boyfriend is calling...." she said with a smirk.
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