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 Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 3:49 pm
(Who were you quoting? And yes sometimes i have to back away from all the people who are upset because i "Killed their Best Friend's RP character" )
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 3:52 pm
[No one. I made that up.
I get alot of hatemail over my Vergil roleplays over MSN. xD
hatemail on Hotmail. Lawl.]
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 6:20 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 6:59 pm
((Hotemail?))
Charon's Lunge, still connected by the blood-red string, which he had decided to call the squilocella, returned to his hand, reverting to the shape of a ring. Kibo turns towards Natasha, smirking weakly, before turning towards the limp form of Storm. He sighs, silently beginning to build a small wooden barge.
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 9:03 am
[Hotmail. Its the terrible e-mail system Microsoft Service Network uses.]
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 2:44 pm
[Thinking of sending my poor Storm down the river? Well, Izzy's here to burst your bubble and say that Storm owns the river. So there.]
Storm gave a shuddering breath and rolled over onto her back with a groan. She sat up with a howl of dispare.
"No, no, no, no, no!"
Her fingers scambled at the bloody wholes in her shirt and chainmail. Not feeling anything, Storm yank off the shirt and armour. She sat numbly, staring at her perfect, untouched chest. Clotted blood formed five circles where the wounds should have been.
Storm let her head fall forward in dismay into her hands. She kept whispering the word no, as if it could make things better.
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 5:11 pm
((I know what hotmail was. I was combining "hot" and "hate" and came up with "hote" mail. Myabe I should have explained it...))
Kibo had finished the barge, and was dragging the limp form one of Ranu's crewmen towards it.
Kibo: What was that now? Oh, Storm, welcome back.
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 6:55 pm
Storm looked up at the sound of his voice. Her eyes promised a most painful death and her normally controled, cheerful voice litterall shook with rage.
"You insolent, selfish, b*****d born whelp of a boy!"
She staggered up, as if she wasn't used to the body, and lunged for Kibo, taking him down with her once more. She held his wrists above his head, twisting them in an oh so subtle way, sending shoots of agony up Kibo's shoulders. Storm had one knee on his left hip, while the right was one his solar plexes. She was leaning on that knee, pushing the breath out of him with her weight.
"Why? Why, why, why, why?"
With every why, Storm twisted his wrists just a little more painfully.
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 7:12 pm
Kibo blinks, remaining calm and apathetic, despite the fact he wanted to scream in pain.
Kibo: Well, what's got your goat?
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 7:19 pm
"You ******** interfered!"
Storm was mad enough that she did not notice that she was cursing in human. But at the moment, she couldn't recall any of her other languages easily to mind, though "********" didn't even begin to cover it.
Her blood and silver eyes glimmered with tears, although her voice still held enough venom in it to kill.
"You ******** interefered, you shizno. You 'necromacer.' You are full of nothing but medling tricks and even worse spirits."
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 7:24 pm
Kibo: I hate to say it, Storm, but it wasn't me. Actually, since you "rebelled" against me, I'd been feverishly studying a way to raise the dead without using Necromancy. I didn't want to, nor would, insult you by using what you consider a "lesser art." But alas, I found nothing. So I had to resign myself to simply not killing you. Think about it. If I wad wanted to raise you, you wouldn't have gotten the chance to hit the ground. I'd have raised you as soon as the bullets entered your chest. That's why I was planning on giving you a good Anglo-Saxon funeral. Set out to sea with all your weapons and belongings. Like the infamous Scyld Scēfing.
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 7:33 pm
It took Storm a moment to relize that Kibo had no idea what she was talking about.
"Yes, I realized that when I didn't have scars. Your spirit, that b***h, Anita tainted me. She tried to save me. I can't go back to Him unless I die a pure death, for the love of another. Not that you would understand love. Those were His conditions when I was put back on this accurséd Plane.
"And now, I. Can't. Leave. Yet."
She turned the last four words into individual sentences, punctating them by sharply twisting Kibo's wrists. She heard one crack satisfilyingly.
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 7:42 pm
Kibo: You didn't do it for the love of another. If you did, you wouldn't have broken my wrist right now. You'd be overjoyed in being able to see me again. Love is a complex emotion, Linda. One that I'm fairly confident you don't fully understand.
He had already had Anita, hidden beneath the ground, inject him with a painkiller, so he could once again resume his conversation without crying out in pain. He figured/hoped calling Storm by a name he had never called her before would throw her off, and allow him to slip from her crushing grasp.
((I forget where I read it, but you wrote somewhere that Storm went by the alias Linda, so I figured I'd put it to use.))
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 7:47 pm
Storm didn't seem to acknowledge the fact that Kibo had used one of her other throw away names. She scoffed.
"You think I love you? You are a demented soul, truly."
Storm bent over Kibo, so that her face was inches from his.
"Shall I set the record stright, once and for all, now? I dispise you worthless piece of rothé bait."
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 7:49 pm
Kibo: Then why did you take 5 bullets for me, if you despise me so much?
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