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 Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 12:29 pm
Michael calmly held his hand out in front of himself and caught Auron by his wrist. The blade stopping inches from his face. Michael flicked his own wrist, causing Auron's to make a dreadful snapping sound.
"That didn't sound good... but then, i suppose it's better than this..."
Michael punches Auron in the stomach.
"I take that back, the second one was probubly worse."
He spins to his left, tossing Auron aside.
"A knight, huh? You've grown up since we've last met. And who, prey tell is this lady you serve? It couldn't be an answer so simple as your daughter?"
Michael turned once again, laughing.
"Love of any sort, is a waste."
A pained look sweeps across his face for a second before fading into a cruel smirk
"A waste..."
Michael darts upward, and lands behind PK
"...sort of like you, eh?"
He swings his fist across PK's face.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 1:21 pm
PK:*takes the hit, then rubs his face* a punch? You might have the powers of darkness, but you're still just a mere mortal... *uses diamond right arm to punch at Michaels gut*
Nega-PK: Don't forget me! *uses onyx left arm to punch the same place from behind*
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 1:46 pm
The two fists pass through a wall of black fire as Michael drifts above them.
"Child's play."
Michael pushes both of their heads into one another, and pulls their heads backward by their hairs.
"Botch used to be this fun..."
He pushes the two of them forward, and into the deck.
"This is starting to get depressing..."
[Meanwhile]
(Sunny you're going to be happy about this.)
A grand ship moves across the water with great speed, a vast number of naval ships span out beside it. The room had been re designed to serve as an office, recieving paper work from Europe and shipping it back out withing a day. Many, finely dressed, officers hurried about the room. The man who stood at the center desk held the most authority, dressed in a fine black coat, and a powdered wig on his head. Vincentt only looked up from his paper work when he was approached by his lieutenant.
Lieutenant: "Admiral Vincentt, we believe we have found the fleet's target."
Vincentt: "It's about time, Lord Marcel was begining to grow impatient. Where is he?"
The lieutenant spread a map out before Vincentt.
Lieutenant: "Tortuga, sir."
Vincentt: "Send a scout immediatly."
Lieutenant: "Yes sir!"
The La Moulin Rouge sped ahead of the mighty fleet, veering to the left and set course for Tortuga...
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 1:56 pm
((Woohoo!!! You made my day with that! *huggles* I can here the dramtaic "dun dun duuuuun" every time I read that! WHEEEEE!!!))
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 2:27 pm
[WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, Michael?! gonk You can't just let a married woman waltz into a war! WHo knows what lovely gore she will get on her slippers?!]
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 2:31 pm
(plenty, dear Izzy, plenty of gore. I have BIG plans for Lord Marcel and his Navy.)
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 2:36 pm
((Izzy.... Dear. When you're married there are battles every day. Some are small and some... Well some you just can't afford to lose. Be prepared. *loads up self with guns, knives, and other insane weaponry and ammo* DAVID HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO PUT THE SEAT DOWN!!!?))
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 2:43 pm
[RUN MAN, RUN!]
The ship
Coast of Tortuga
Ranu crossed his arms, "Its not love. Its duty." He stepped closer to Michael, watching the fighting, then glancing back swiftly to see where Kibo and Storm were. "Speaking of dear Kibo... Where is he? And his brat?"
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 3:00 pm
[Aren't there with any relationships? rolleyes I merely meant it to be a play on ever 1800's story you will every read: Spare the women the sight of "unplesentries" rolleyes
BUT NO! You had to get all techincal on my rump, didn't you!]
Storm points off in random directions as she spoke, meaning to show which way everyone is.
"Um, Kibo pissied his unclothes, when Michael satrted fighting, and ran for the hills and Zia and Maida spirited Daniel away to safty."
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 3:04 pm
((You honestly think the menfolk Sunny associates with would try and spare her ugly sights? Maybe Kibo but the rest of 'em.... ))
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 3:10 pm
[I know that! Thus, Izzy stood up for you. xp Someone has to be the gentlemen, in this lot. Shame she a she, neh?]
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 3:11 pm
((Well, she does have the badboy thing down if she were a man, ya know? Badboys are sexy...))
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 3:17 pm
[-Large step away- Riiiiiight. Every girl sercetly wishes to find her perfect mate: a sentive, totally kick awsome badboy who aces all his studies and long, brown hair to flow in imaginary wind. Damn reality keeps getting in the way! evil ]
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 3:23 pm
"Pity the great Admiral Botch lost his back bone. That makes this battle all the more boring."
As Michael said this he picked PK up from behind and tossed him over his shoulder.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 3:24 pm
((You'd sooner find a mermain, unicorn, bigfoot, and Nessie in one day than the perfect man in a lifetime... *sigh* Meh, My man's close enough! lol))
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