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 Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 4:13 pm
Storm's eyes flickered between the two men. She shifted her weight almost imperceptibly to her back foot.
"Of a sorts."
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 4:15 pm
"Fine by me. You guys want some rum?" Bigfoot asks Storms friends.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 4:37 pm
The man never looked away from Kibo.
"If I wanted that pigs swill, I'd go visit a slaughter house."
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 5:08 pm
"Suit yourself..." Bigfoot says, shurgging as he finishs his bottle and moves onto the other.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 8:59 am
Natasha's right hand moves quickly towards the hilt of her sword. Her eyes fixed on the man threatening Kibo.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 6:01 pm
Bigfoot sees Natasha head for her sword so Bigfoot puts down his bottle of rum and readies his warhammer as well.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 8:02 pm
Kibo chuckles.
Kibo: You'll have to try better than that.
Kibo's skin begins to crack, and fall to the ground. His voice seems to be coming from all around.
Kibo: Spirits don't always have to look like the people they belong to.
A barrel falls from the roof, landing square on top of the man, shattering. Kibo jumps down, and lands on top of the barrel fragments, holding his blade up to the man's throat.
Kibo: And I wasn't threatening her. Now leave.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 9:46 am
Natasha smiles, relaxing slightly. Her hand remains on the hilt of her sword as she remains alert and ready for whatever may occur.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 2:14 pm
The man seemed miffed by the man standing on top of him and eyed the blade at his throat.
"Ai, as you will. But not before my message is delivered."
He brushed Kibo off with ridiculous ease and stood, brushing him self off. The b*****d sword disappeared into the sheath on his back. He produced a small bag and tossed it to Storm.
"Khal Drogo sends his greetings and regrets that he couldn't be here himself."
Storm dumped the contents out into her hand. A shriveled woman’s finger rolled out into it. She glanced at it and rolled it back in, tossing the bag back. The man let it fall into the dirt at his feet.
"Tell Drogo that as much as I enjoyed his c**t's finger, I've already eaten."
She laughed at the man's angered face. He turned without a word and walked away.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 3:56 pm
Bigfoot relaxes and puts away his warhammer. After looking around for his bottle, Bigfoot contines drinking his rum.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 3:18 am
Natasha relaxes, her hand moving away from her sword.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 8:18 pm
Kibo resheathes his swords, but hides his knife in his sleeve, in case anybody else tried to attack them.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 9:37 am
Natasha feels a warm tingling in her scar, she smiles, happy that no-one's stalking her anymore.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 1:02 pm
"That'll probley come back to bite me in the arse, but still. It was just worth it to see his face."
Storm shrugged and sipped a silvery liquid from the cup that materialized in her hand.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 7:52 pm
Kibo shrugs, wanting to ask what it was all about, but knowing he probably didn't want to learn about it.
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