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 Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 8:30 pm
Kibo: She's a pitch-black, pointed toothed, violent woman. She's different in a lot of ways, from a human's point of view.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 8:36 pm
Zia and Miada shook their heads.
"More then that." "She's only violent," "Because that's," "The face she gives everyone." "'Cause she got tired," "One day," "Of everyone hurting and dying and pain." "That happens, to old, old people." "So one day," "Storm popped up." "And Twilight," "And Linda," "And mother went away." "She does that a lot now." "It makes it easier for her," "To cope," "By not careing."
Zia and Miada covered each other's mouths and looked amzaingly guilty.
"We weren't supposed." "To say that." "Mother was most adamant..."
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 10:16 pm
Kibo shakes his head.
Kibo: Face it, girls. Once someone puts on the same face for a long time, it becomes their own. Your mother is dead. She was dead long before she came to Tortuga. Now the only ones that remain are Storm, Twilight, and Linda.
He stands up, spins on his heels, and walks away, muttering to himself.
Kibo: And soon, neither will they.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 10:20 pm
Zia and Miada follwed him closely, skipping.
"You can't hurt her," "We won't let you." "She's our friend," "And She's still in there," "We talk to her, still." "Storm doesn't know, though."
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 7:16 pm
Kibo: What are you gonna do to stops me, huh?
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 7:19 pm
Zia and Maida shrugged.
"Whatever it takes." "We can't let you hurt her." "Why would you want to?" "She's such a sweet girl."
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 7:22 pm
Kibo: She's not a girl. She's a Drow.
He accents the last word with a condescending tilt of the head, like the Englishmen of that time would do when comparing themselves to Africans.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 7:37 pm
Zia and Miada shook their heads. They looked older then their apparent fourteen years.
"Drow is a word," "Not a sex," "Nor a person." "And that word which you seem to so," "Dislike just distiquishes between a race." "And you know," "As well as we do," "Perhaps even better," "That She is little better then a girl." "Dispite her age."
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 8:04 pm
((Fourteen years? When did they grow two years?))
Kibo: In terms of loyalty and maturity, I agree with you.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 8:13 pm
[Jeeze Kibo, pay attention. As previously mentioned in Bio's about Zia and Miada and some covnerstion now buried pages deep in one of these forums, I make mention that the crow girl's ages range somwhere from 12(ish). That ish is very important; it gives me about two years leanway either way.]
Zia and Maida cocked their heads.
"Loyalty?" "She has never had a problem with that." "Maturity, though..." "Storm-mar seems to think she is trapped as a spoiled sixteen year old." "It's what she gets for beding with gods." "It changes you." "Just like meetings one of Us."
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 5:46 pm
Kibo: Like me becoming a mentally unstable insomniac?
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 4:53 pm
"Yes?" "How old are you," "Anyway?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 5:09 pm
Kibo: I've lost count. Twenty-something, I think.
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 5:19 pm
Zia and Maida frowned.
"Too young," "Oh much to much."
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 5:56 pm
Kibo: Well, humans don't have the same life expectancy as Drow. For your 200,000 years, we only get 30-40, if we're lucky. Although I once meant a 50-year-old. He was the oldest man I'd ever met.
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