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 Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 7:07 pm
PK: So Nega.... How long do you think we need to keep this barrier up?
Nega-PK: as long as we can I guess.... once Kibo decimates Michael we should be able to let it down.... SOOOOOOO! how about a drinking game?
PK: We have enough Rum... sure!
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 7:21 pm
[You must be well and truly bored, to have a drining game with yourself. >.<]
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 7:25 pm
*Michael 4 jumped in the way of the bullet sailing towards Michael 1 as the bullets meant for Kibo and Daniel missed their targets.*
Michael 2: "Well that's..."
Michael 3: "Dissapointing."
Michael 1: "Grab the boy."
*Michaels 9 and 10 lift Daniel and carry him over to Storm. They set him down on the deck as Michaels 7 and 8 get up looking at the holes in their stomaches.*
Michael 7: "That was..."
Michael 8: "...so un necessary."
Michael 9: "Here..."
Michael 10: "You want him? You can have him."
*Michaels 3 2 7 and 8 restrain Kibo as Michaels 9 and 10 stand by Michael 4 5 and 6, as Michael 1 approaches Ranu.*
Michael 1: "It is good to see you, General Ranu. I'm glad you could make it to the execution of Admiral Botch."
*All three Michaels laughed in unison. Michael 6 walked over to Auron, kicking him in the side.*
Michael 6: "Better get rid of this one. Michael, help me dump this guy."
*Michaels 6 and 7 toss Auron over the side of the ship.*
(Oh Ranu, we're on a smaller ship, they kinda destroyed the Zeus. sweatdrop For the record I REALLY LIKED THAT SHIP!)
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 7:30 pm
"Unnecessary? You, who dare lay hands on a female deemed it unnecessary?"
Storm laughed, a low dangerious laugh.
"Still, I thank you."
She layed a light hand on Daniel's shoulder and whistled. Zia and Maida came spiraling low, out of the clouds and alighted, as girls once again, besides their mother.
"Take Daniel and heal him for me, will you, sweetlings?"
The crow girls nodded solemly, took Daniel's hand and stepped with him into the Between.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 7:47 pm
Chath Tiu [You must be well and truly bored, to have a drining game with yourself. >.<] ((no... just Chaotic... that's a good word to describe myself, Chaotic.))
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 7:51 pm
[That is not making sense. You are chaotic, so you begin a drinking game with yourself? Chaotic is not the word that comes first to mind whenever I hear that.]
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 8:19 pm
auron lands with a splash in the water, his wings keeping him afloat as a massive wind kicks up around the ship, spinning it slowly, then becoming faster and faster, as auron slowly rises up in the air and lands back on the deck, gasping for breath "you missed my heart, fool" he says, chuckling as the wound in his chest heals "now, you will perish along with your fleet and all those who have sided with you" he says, as his wings glow and the tornado becomes fiercer "rest in peace, in eternal darkness!" he yells, teleporting behind each michael and stabbing his sword into the head of each one, in one fluid motion
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 6:11 am
Chath Tiu [That is not making sense. You are chaotic, so you begin a drinking game with yourself? Chaotic is not the word that comes first to mind whenever I hear that.] ((being Chaotic causes insanity... long story.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 9:31 am
((Errr... chaos IS insanity if one were to really get down to the bare bones. But now I'm just nit-picking out of boredom. Bleh... ))
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 11:05 am
((then have a drinking game with yourself! It works for me!...))
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 12:09 pm
*From each Michael's head, a snake emerges, to bite the blade of the sword, forcing it away from its target. *
Michael 1: "Haven't you learned anything?"
Michael 3: "it was meddeling in our buisness that got you in trouble the first time."
Michael 4: "An now he's gone 'n done it again."
Michael 5: "What is it going to take to put it through your head?"
Michael 7: "Put it through his head?"
Michael 10: "I like the sound of that."
Michael 4: "Yeah."
Michael 6: *picks up sword* : "Put it."
Michael 7: *picks up sword*: "Right through"
Michael 8: *Picks up sword* : "His head!"
*Michaels 5 and 9 hold Auron while Each Michael plunges a sword into Auron, two aiming for the stomache, one for the head.*
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 12:54 pm
((I may take you up on that. My in-laws made a drinking game out of taking a drink every time I say "I'm sorry". I have OCD, and being apologetic is a HUGE tic that I have so I get pretty sloshed.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 1:56 pm
Aubry shoots her pistol for the sword for Auron's head, making it go flying off the ship, blocks one for his stomach, and gets stabbed for the other sword. she cringes as she sees the blade go in, but no blood comes out. she raises an eyebrow.
"you don't see that very often..." she said as she smiled and took the sword slowly out of her gut, but the sword was as clean as can be.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 2:25 pm
Michael 7: "Another one?"
Michael 8: "Botch, are all of your crewmen this rude?"
Michael 7: "Seriously, you people are not making this whole take over very easy."
Michael 4: "You gents think it's time to re locate?"
Michael 3: "just that time indeed."
Michael 1: "We'll leave these people to the three of you, ms. Storm you are more than welcome to come with us."
Michael 2: "Come along now, Mr. Botch."
*Michaels 6 and 7 grab Kibo, following Michaels 1-5 as they jump onto another ship from the fleet which pulls away, sailing towards the islands. Michaels 8, 9, and 10 now stand on deck.*
Michael 8: "Two of them..."
Michael 9: "And three of us."
Michael 10: "Shouldn't take long, should it?"
Michael 8: "Nah we'll catch up to ourselves in no time."
Michael 9: "Good, two things I hate the most..."
Michael 10: "Are being late..."
Michael 8: "and being made to wait."
Michael 9: "So let's not keep ourselves waiting."
*Each Michael draws two swords.*
(alright you guys are on one boat with 3 of me, and Botch is on another with the other 7)
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 2:57 pm
[Well, see now, that would just suck, KC. >.< OH! This girl, Heather, she got sooooo drunk after two, two orange mixers and ended up, ah, spending the night at this guys house...in her skivies. Halarious to mock her about for the rest of her night. ^.^]
Storm siently declines this invitation, prefering to simply much on her olives and spit out the pits at high volcities in Kibo Botch's general direction. She grinned as one particularly vicious pit pierced Kibo's left boot, foot and dinked faintly as it hit the hard wood of the ship.
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