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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 10:47 pm
-=Neko had managed to make it all the way to the forestline near the porch of the dojo in an improvised Ghille suit, sniper-crawling the entire way, meking sure to keep every bit of his chakra, and the sword's suppressed, along with most of his vital-signs. He came to rest against a tree, and stopped a ruckus in the main room. He bit his bottom lip and looked through the window, his narrowed eyes peering through his blackened skin, and hidden form=-
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 10:51 pm
"You're talking about killing Neko. Have you lost your mind?" She stayed firm where she was standing. The fanatic grin on Reeve's face frightened her. " Give me the sword and we can talk okay?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 10:53 pm
"Don't you see?" He asks, maniacal grin still shining, "I'm protecting your child. Youkai are evil."
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 10:55 pm
~It isn't nice to spy, Neko.~
Nyl didn't give any indication of where she was speaking from, either.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 10:57 pm
-=Neko narrowed his eyes even more, not daring to send the slightest hint of a reply. Nyl could talk to trees, but Reeve couldn't, and that was what was keeping him peaceful for now=-
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 11:02 pm
"No you aren't! Neko would never hurt the baby." She dropped her tone to a more soothing one. She swallowed thickly, before continuing. " Reeve...look at me, please?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 11:05 pm
"Neko will hurt anyone in exchange for power. Now, be quiet, Sarya, he'll be back soon....power...." (( THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE!))
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 11:11 pm
((...I'll spare us all the sarcasm, actually...))
~Of course, if you're spying, it must be for good reason. And it's Reeve and Nami inside, so...well, spying on Nami wouldn't get you much of anywhere. So it's Reeve then.~ Nyl mentally crossed her arms. ~What is this going to get you, exactly?~
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 11:14 pm
-=Neko didn't so much as let a muscle twitch as he watched, waiting for his window. He was sure that Nyl could see him, and hoped that he could see his mud-covered lips as he mouthed a sentence=-
He's trying to kill me, I'm trying to avoid defending myself...
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 11:14 pm
((**listens to Highlander Theme Music**)) "I'm not Sarya." Nami stated with quiet authority. She felt sick, eyes boring into Reeve's. " And Neko isn't going to hurt us. Stop it Reeve."
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 11:17 pm
~You two have been fighting over something, I'm sure. The trees know what it is. I've asked them to take it from you and hold it for me. I trust they left you a suitable replacement.~
Nyl came into the main room then, stopping in the doorway and looking at the scene, hands in her pockets.
Interesting. She remained silent.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 11:20 pm
"Of course you're not Sarya. Sarya's dead, heeheehee. Dead, dead, like Neko. Like everything, dead. I'll killeet!" He giggles happily, stretching and straining to look over/around Nami.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 11:24 pm
-=Neko furrowed his brow, moving slightly to feel the sword move across his back as he thought to himself=-
That's impossible...And I doubt the trees would even get near this. What's she playing at?
-=He slowly moved, pulling into his Ghille suit to hide in plain sight, in case Reeve caught a glimpse of the window=-
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 11:26 pm
"You didn't kill Neko, or anyone else here." Nami stated, moving with him, blocking his vision. It was making her dizzy. She grasped the sides of his head, finally holding him in place.
" Stop." She stated firmly, staring into his eyes.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 11:27 pm
"Good evening Reeve, Nami." Nyl leaned against the doorframe, hands still in her pockets. "Is something wrong?"
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