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 Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 6:07 pm
Zia and Maida frowned.
"Why did he have to leave?" "Apperently he can't handle relentless cheer." "Poor man."
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 8:26 pm
Kibo floats in the shadows, savoring the deathly silence. It had been years since he's been able to enjoy true silence.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 8:34 pm
"I wonder where he went off too." "Maybe the loo."
Miada giggled.
"That ryhmed."
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 2:53 pm
After a few seconds, Kibo rose back out of the shadows. He was surprised to find Zia and Maida still sitting there, but he soon remembers that time passes much quicker in the shadows. To him, it felt like he was in that peaceful silence for an hour and a half.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 1:27 pm
(I seem to have missed alot.)
Bigfoot stands around on the deck of the ship watching a game of cards that some of the crew had started up.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 9:20 am
"Oh!" "Hullo again!" "We were just talking about you." "We think you should marry." "You would do oh so well with some," "Freshly made cornbread!"
Zia and Maida held up a huge tray with cornbread on it. The gods only knew where it came from and how in the world it was still hot and steaming.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 5:26 pm
Kibo's eye twitched slightly at the mention of the word "marry."
Kibo: I was. It was the best three years of my life. But alas, true love stories never have happy endings.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 7:14 pm
"Really?" "Only three years?" "That's so sad!" "Was she nice?" "Of course she was nice. He wouldn't have married her if she wasn't!" "Fine. Was she pretty?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 8:29 pm
Kibo: She was the most beautiful person I've ever lain eyes upon.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 8:45 pm
"Why only three years?" "Why did it not last longer?" "Did she die?" "Or divorce you?" "Run away?" "Hit on the head by a brick?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 7:22 pm
Kibo: I'm not telling you any more.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 8:48 pm
Zia and Miada pouted. They really did not know when one said enough, that meant enough.
"Just one more thing," "Pretty pretty please?" "What was her name?" "Was it something pretty," "Like Delilah?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 10:08 am
Kibo unsheathes his third blade, stabbing it into the deck in front of him.
Kibo: Her name was Mary Catherine... Katie... Gagnon. Now that's enough questions.
He hoped they didn't notice the slight change in tone as he told them her name. Like someone talking about a loved one who had passed away many years ago.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 2:55 pm
Zia and Miada pulled a face.
"What an odd name." "Yesyes, how very odd." "I have never understood why humans do that." "Do what?" "Give each other rediclously long names, like they can't decide on just one." "Yes, it just gets confusing after three."
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 4:31 pm
Kibo: It makes it easier for us to seek each other out.
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