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 Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 2:39 pm
Storm watched him leave wondering what that smile meant even as it quickened her blood. She shrugged, pulled the blankets tighter and rolled over, falling into ever her troubled dreams of blood and fire.
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Zia and Maida were just as suddenly sitting on the railing, one to either side of Allen. Their cute noses crinkled up in disgust.
"You smell like sex." "And blood." "But you always smell like blood." "What are you thinking about?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 3:51 pm
Allen: Nothing, really. I'm leaning here to keep from collapsing. My legs are always a bit wobbly after... why am I telling you this? How old are you?
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 5:54 pm
The crow girls exchanged a look over Allen's head.
"Um..." "We aren't really sure." "How old is the planet?" "I thought we were older then that." "Yes, but at least we'd know a general age, right?" "Oh, yeah. I guess we would."
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 6:05 pm
Allen: Oh well then, fine. My legs are always wobbly after having great sex with a sexy girl.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 6:10 pm
Zia and Maida's noses crinkled up in discust again.
"Ew." "Gross." "You think mother's sexy?" "Bleh." "More cute, I'd think." "Oh yes, most definetly. Or maybe even attractive."
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 6:12 pm
Allen: I'm a guy, sweeties. There is no distinction between any of those words.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 6:25 pm
Zia cocked her head. Maida leaned back, perilously on the railing. She wasn't holding on, but balancing on her bum as the ship creaked his way across the ocean.
"Why?" "Which why?" "Why, both why's. Duh." "What's the other why?" "Why he gets weak in the knees after you knowing Storm." "Oh."
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 7:02 pm
Allen: Because the sex made me quite tired.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 7:08 pm
Zia and Maida laughed.
"That's Storm for you." "She's quite a handful." "And so are you, it seems." "She's still sleeping."
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 8:10 pm
Allen: Why thank you. I... think that's a compliment...
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 12:15 pm
Zia and Maida laughed.
"Don't be silly." "It's not." "It's a warning." "To the both of us." "And you, I think." "You espeicially."
The crow girls laughed again, and rolled backwards off of the railing, twisting in midair. They suddenly remember that they'd once had feathers and wings once, and called on that knowledge. Zia and Maida shifted, changing, until there was only two larger then normal crows cawing out a laugh, and flying away where there had once been two small girls. Allen was once again alone with his thoughts and the mutes and mongrels that made up Storm's crew.
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 8:23 pm
Allen sat alone... for about two seconds. A flash of light shown about twenty feet above his head, and a thin, fair-skinned man fell on him, sending them both crumpled on the ground in a massive heap.
Allen: DAMMIT, FRANCIS!!!!!! You need to learn to ******** control those powers!!!
Francis: I can, Allen, I can! I just wanted to know where you went off to! Stop yelling at me!
Francis had crouched on the ground, his head down and his hands over his ears.
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 9:02 pm
A few moments passed, and Allen and Francis were surrounded by a ring of steel. Some of the crew members on deck were wielding spears, and swords, while others had state of the art rifles...and several had guns that shouldn't have existed yet. A brace of mutes stepped forward, and yanked Francis rudely to his feet, holding an arm each.
A cabin boy ran off below deck, coming back up with another slew of deck men, more heavily armed then those around already and the captain herself...albeit, yawning. Somehow, Storm had managed to make herself look as spotless and collected as always, despite having just spent the last few hours rolling in a bed. She surveyed the situation with dead eyes. Storm looked at Francis.
"Who are you?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2008 7:34 am
In an instant, every single gun had disappeared into it's own shadow, and each man had become imprisoned up to his neck in his, leaving only Allen, Storm, and Francis standing, and the last of the three was barely. Allen severed the steel ring with another shadow, and grabbed Francis by the scruff of the neck, holding him out in front of the Atermancer.
Allen: Remember me telling you about my whelp of a twin brother? Well, he somehow got ahold of a Lumemancy ability. Not that he can control it.
Francis: Broooother!!!! I can control it, I promise!!!
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2008 12:42 pm
Storm glanced at Francis.
"Be quiet, please. Grown ups are talking."
She turned back to Allen.
"I thought you said he couldn't bend anything?"
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