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 Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 7:50 pm
Storm grinned.
"Oh but it would! If I'd made, you would proabably be writhing around on the ground in agony from the posion I always use for flavoring."
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 7:59 pm
Kibo: But before the writhing part, would I be thinking, "Wow, this sure is delicious!" or not?
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 8:15 pm
Storm shrugged.
"I don't know. I've never cooked in my life. Well, no, that's not true."
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 8:09 am
"Well I'm so glad you didn't cook it then!"
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 8:48 am
"Oh come now, you know you would just love my cooking!"
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 8:54 am
"Maybe, but I'd rather not find out."
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 11:35 am
Storm nodded knowingly.
"Mayhaps it is better for all, if you don't."
She got a feirce look on her face.
"But you will try some before you die. You all will. I just need to learn to cook actuall food first."
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 11:38 am
"If it tastes anything like that rabbit then count me out...that stuff was bloody awful!"
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 11:45 am
Storm's feirce looked faded to one of wounded hurt.
"But...I thought you said you liked it?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 11:56 am
"Well, it was nice for raw meat...but I usually like my food to be cooked...and it's really strange that someone actually believed me the one time I wasn't telling the truth....usually they don't believe me when I'm telling the truth!"
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 3:39 pm
Storm shook her head and muttered under her breath something about "Foolish, pansy-eyed, half-orcan, daughters of whore mongered rothe hearders" and them not being able to "enjoy and value the finer foods." Or something along those lines.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 8:28 pm
Kibo: Hey Natasha, you have a little something...
He wipes a bit of blood off her cheek with his finger.
Kibo: There, that's better.
He turns, and takes a few steps away, looking down at his now-red finger, and shrugging, licking the drop off.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 4:57 am
*A fog rolls into the back allies.*
*Two of Michael's crewman move quietly carrying a wooden chest between them.*
Crewman #1: " C'mon de bar is dis sway. "
Crewman# 2: "Such pretty fireworks, can't wait to set 'em off!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 6:54 am
Natasha runs from the treasury and scrapes her fingernails along the back of the open hatch leading to the back streets. This hides the hatch from view but without shifting the rooms into the non-existance they face when the hatch is closed and locked.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 9:48 am
Kibo slinks through the fog, making sure he is behind one, before pulling an arm's length of string from his hand, wrapping it several times around each hand.
Kibo: [whispering] Charon's Choker.
He wraps the piece of barbed string around one of the man's necks, leaning in as his face dissolved.
Kibo: The Crow Sisters say goodbye.
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