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 Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 11:55 am
"That sounds interesting...and very fun."
Natasha smiled, thinking about all the people who had wronged her in the past.
She shook her head, reminding herself that she had already taken the life of the person who truly deserved to die.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 11:58 am
Storm raised an eyebrow at her reaction.
"My underware offer still stands."
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 12:12 pm
Natasha smiled,
"No, the daggers will do..."
She swallowed back tears,
"I'll use my father's sword...the one I used to kill his murderer."
She took an elegant sword from her hatch, lines of gold encircled the handle and several small gems were set into the crosspiece.
Natasha smiled as she ran a finger tenderly across the inscription on the handle.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 12:26 pm
Storm sighed.
"And I go to all that trouble enchanting this one for you. Ah well, it'll get a decent price in the black market."
She tossed Charon's Claw carelessly back into the pocket.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 1:55 pm
Kibo: Wait!
He snaps his fingers, and a spirit appears, forming around his hand. He reaches into the pocket and draws his hand back out, with the sword neatly balanced, point first, on his finger. However, it was not touching the finger itself, merely floating a fraction of an inch above, held in place by the spirit.
Kibo: If Natasha doesn't want this, can I give it a try? This could surely come in handy. I mean, matching wills with spirits is my specialty. Please? At least let me give it a try.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 6:31 pm
"Boyo, 'tisn't my neck you're sticking out. Gut yourself on it if you feel the need. And Charon's Claw doesn't have a spirit in it. Think of him as...an AI, if that helps."
Storm snapped her extra dementional hole again and tucked it back into it's place on the ring, sliding that on her finger. The spirit protecting Kibo's hand starts to writhe in pain and smoke.
"But whatever you're going to do, do it now. You're protections about to give. And you need to be touching the carnelian in order for it to help you. Right now, all the stones in the sword are open and just waiting for your spirit to fill them. Mind you, it has to be your spirit, not one of the others. Once that's done, the stones won't answer very well, if at all, to anyone else."
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 6:47 pm
Kibo: Sounds like fun.
He pulls his hand out from under it, letting it fall to the ground point first.
Kibo: Alright, here we go...
He looks at the sword for a moment, then grabs the hilt, making sure his hand was in contact with the Carnelian. His eyes roll back in his head, and he falls to his knees, but does not let go of the blade. He speaks in a strange tone, as if he was speaking, but the sound was coming from deep within.
Kibo: Let's see what you've got.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 6:51 pm
"Hmm this just goes to show how far humans'll go for a little bit power. Especially since I'm holding the protective glove in my hand."
Storm skipped her worn and lucky golden crown across her knuckles.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 6:59 pm
((Can you give me an idea of shat I should be posting? I don't know anything about Charon's Claw, beside what you posted.))
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 7:05 pm
(( Click. I added the gem thing becuase, let's face it, stones kick butt.))
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2007 11:03 am
Natasha closed her eyes, deep in thought, trying to remember how to open the hatch so it revealed her various weapons rather than her random possessions.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2007 7:36 pm
((Okay. That wasn't much help. Time to improvise. There's a pretty big wall-o-text coming up.))
Kibo opens his eyes, and looks around. He was no longer in the alleyways of Calatoina. He was now alone, on a desolate, bleak gray landscape. The ground was coated in a fine gray dust, which stuck to Kibo's skin. He looks down, and notices the sword is no longer in has hand, and it had been replaced by Mary Catherine. He takes the blade from the ground, and holds it at the ready, looking around. He notices a dark, cloaked figure far off, and turns quickly, to make sure there is nothing else around. When he turns back to face the far-off figure, he notices that it had disappeared.
Voice: Hello there, Kibo.
He spins around, coming face-to-face with the cloaked figure. Even at this distance, he still could not see the creature's face. He could merely hear it's deep, snarling breaths.
Voice: So you're the newest owner of me. Interesting. You don't look like much...
Kibo: We'll see about that.
He runs his finger down his arm, and snaps his fingers. Nothing happens.
Charon: You're trying to summon spirits, aren't you? It won't work here. It's just you... and me.
Charon holds it's hand up, letting the cloak sleeve fall, and revealing long, slender, blood-red fingers. It clenches them into a fist, and a large, sharp blade erupts from the top of the wrist. It dashes at Kibo, thrusting it's wrist-blade with amazing speed. It takes all of Kibo's strength and speed just to divert it just to the side.
Kibo: It'll take more than that.
He swings his blade wide, pushing Charon's blade away, and opening his to an attack.
Kibo: Now!
He thrusts with Mary Catherine. However, a second blade erupts from the other wrist, and pushes it off to the side. Charon tilts its hand up, and pushes Kibo to the ground, effortlessly.
Charon: I knew you were nothing. Now, let's finish you.
Charon tilts it's head curiously, and drags the blade across Kibo's throat.
Charon: There. Quite a pity, really. You're the only visitor I had in possibly a thousand years...
Kibo: I'm over here, fool!
Charon spins around, and sees Kibo just as he thrusts Mary Catherine into, and through, Charon's shoulder. The Kibo behind Charon dissolves into fine gray dust.
Charon: *cough* But... how?
Kibo: Maybe it's because there's more than one Kibo. It's a long story. One that I won't have the time to tell you.
He pushes forward, pinning Charon to the ground with his blade.
Kibo: Bye.
He turns the blade in the wound, to cut across Charon's chest, when the creature's shoulder seems to dissolve. Charon stands up, it's shoulder free of Kibo's blade, and completely healed.
Charon: This is my world. I can do anything here. But, you're the first person to ever come that close to actually defeating me. For that, you're commended. However...
With a single, clean motion, Charon severs Kibo's left arm halfway down the bicep.
Charon: Close isn't good enough.
Kibo doubles over, fighting unconsciousness.
[back in the real world]
Kibo's left arm sags, turning dark gray and lifeless. Suddenly, the skin crumbles off, leaving only bone.
[in Charon's world]
Kibo: You... son of a b***h!
Kibo stand, staggering, and ties a piece of cloth tightly around the wound, stopping the major blood flow.
Kibo: Now I'm mad.
He grasps Mary Catherine tighter, and rushes forward. When he is close enough to Charon to cut him, he suddenly jumps to the side, then back again. His moves become more and more erratic and random. His one-handed grip on his blade never lessens. Eventually, Kibo jumps high into the air, and lands back to back with Charon, and shoves his blade over his shoulder, at an angle, so it hits Charon in the heart. The creature crumples, and falls face first, dissolving into the dust. A voice erupts from the very ground itself.
Voice: Very good. Like I said, this is my world. But you've beat me. Very nice. I'll concede defeat. I'm yours. Congratulations.
[In the real world]
Kibo's eyes roll forward again. He looks down at his left arm, and sighs. He takes the blade, and touches it's hilt to the bony fingers. Instantly, the arm is engulfed in deep red flame. Eventually, the flames dissipate, revealing a bony, slender, blood-red arm, almost identical to Charon's He touches the tip of the blade to it, and the blade disappears completely, although the arm seems to bulk up a bit.
Kibo: There. Done. How was that, Storm?
He turns, and sighs, looking at Mary Catherine, still sheathed.
((Sorry about the super text wall. I got kinda into it. It was fun to write! If you don't feel like reading, here are the main points:
Kibo fought Charon, and won, but he lost his left arm in the battle. It's now replaced with a blood-red arm that looks almost exactly like Charon's, and it can absorb the blade into itself.))
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2007 8:20 pm
Storm blinked.
"Well...I've never seen that one before. So he's yours, now? Mary helped?"
((Sorry. The books never really explained Charon's Claw in the first place.))
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 11:04 am
Kibo: Yep. I beat his a**. Mary Catherine helped a lot. I'm not sure why Farind and Renji weren't there, too. Oh well. In any case, I won, and now I have a fancy new arm!
He looks at the foreign-looking arm sprouting from his shoulder.
Kibo: Hmm, let me try something...
He tilts his hand down, and the blade of Charon's claw erupts from the top of his wrist.
Kibo: Sweet.
He tilts his hand back, and it recedes back into the blood red flesh.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 11:55 am
Natasha's eyes flicked open, she closed her hatch slowly, taking a mental note of exactly how big it was. Then, taking her sword she pushed the blade firmly into the concealed door. She bit her lip nervously, hoping that she'd done it correctly.
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