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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 8:13 pm
Kibo: Then they are. Chances are many lions and/or cougars have bred with other large cats, and created some sort of radical hybrid.
Anita: Kibo, any more, and I'll tranq you again!
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 3:28 pm
Zia and Maida frowned, becoming angry for the first time in the converstation.
"No," "Being a candrid," "Doesn't have a specific limit to it," "Other then being in the cat's family," "Unless you specify what type of candrid," "You are." "Which, Sweet Joe," "Is of the two pure lines," "Of Cyote," "And Fredrick," "The two sires of their lines." "Do not ever insult Crazy Dog," "Infront of us, again," "Mister Kibo."
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 5:54 pm
Kibo: Fine, I won't insult the mutt.
Anita jabs a needle into his arm, and Kibo immediately staggers around, falling limp on the ground. Anita puts a boot on his chest, bending down to look down on him.
Anita: You brought this on yourself. Say you're sorry.
Kibo garbles something incoherently, and Anita nods.
Anita: Good enough.
She pulls out another needle jabbing it into his arm. Kibo sits up, wiping the saliva from his bottom lip.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 3:45 pm
...Only to be promtley knocked flat again by Zia and Maida. Maida held a switch blade to Kibo's throat. When they spoke, their voice's were rough, like a crow's call.
"Never!" "Again!"
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 6:19 pm
Kibo: Well, someone's touchy. Who's the un-fun one now, Little Miss Switchblade?
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 9:23 pm
Zia sneered, her pretty youthful face turned ugly.
"Who is the cruel one now," "Mocking another for his mixed blood," "And not being a pure one himself?" "You don't taste nice," "And you never did." "You taste of death, and pain," "Not of niceness, like mother."
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 2:51 pm
Kibo grabs childish wrist, holding the switchblade from his throat as he stood up.
Kibo: The only reason I taste of death and pain is because my body is basically an inn for any spirits who I permit to enter. As long as they can help me, I don't care what their background is. The spirits of rapists, murderers, traitors, and other miscreants are housed in my body. They're the ones you taste, not me.
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2007 3:49 pm
They shook their heads.
"No," "It's you." "We can taste them as well," "But you taste sad and tired as well," "Unlike them."
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2007 7:01 pm
Kibo sighs, slumping his shoulders, and turning away from the girls.
Kibo: I've done many many things I regret, and I occasionally recall the repressed memories, and it pains me deeply.
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2007 8:34 pm
[Complete sentances....scary stuff... eek ]
Zia and Maida exchanged looks behind Kibo's back. They whispered loudly to each other, pretending that he wasn't there.
"I told you not to give him the sad memories!" "No you didn't! You said to." "That's a lie! Besides, I am not the one that tripped with a knife." "What does that have to do with anything?" "Everything!"
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 2:15 pm
Kibo: From fewer than twelve years ago, girls.
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2007 7:26 pm
Maida grinned triumphantly at Zia.
"And you said that I didn't do you good job." "Fine, fine, you did a good job."
Zia was sulking.
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2007 8:14 pm
Kibo decides to play along.
Kibo: You're not serious, are you?
He kneels in front of them, a look of childlike wonder on his face.
Kibo: Are you serious?
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2007 9:12 pm
Zia and Maida grinned.
"Don't you," "Just know it!"
Maida twirled her switchblade. She missed a rotation and the blade flew out of her hand and thunked an inch from Kibo's thigh.
"Opps." "Sorry, Kibo." "She has butter fingers." "I don't not!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2007 9:19 pm
Kibo: You don't not have butterfingers?
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