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 Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2007 9:37 pm
((Holy crap... That was awesome, Kibo; I just swooned!!!! *Punches her husband* Why don't you do stuff like that?! *Husband blinks back at her and shrugs* Meh... I forgive you since you called me your princess today. Now EVERYONE in my family calls me princess.... blaugh heart I am too.... xp ))
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2007 9:45 pm
((*sticks tongue out at her husband* You're being out-romanticized by a 16-year-old! Better get to gettin'!))
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2007 9:53 pm
((HAHAHA.... Oh he is SO getting glomped... He stood up and got all huffy and said "Tell Junior there to step off, you're a bit too much for him to handle". HAHAHAHA.... I'm not sure if that was a warning that he'd beat you or a warning that I'm one hell of a gal... Either way... *Attacks husband* Bleh, he's such a dork... I love it when he's roundabout jealous; Don't worry, he knows he has nothing to fear... he's just smart enough to catch onto what I like.... Like him ditching the emotionally constipated act on occaision.... Heehee.... *glomps teh hubby*))
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2007 9:56 pm
((hey, sunny, does your hubby play gaia? because i would like him to join in our fun, it is going to get dull till alch makes his third war crying ))
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2007 10:06 pm
((He has a Gaia account but he's not much of an RPer.... Besides his grammar and spelling are painful to sit through. sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2007 10:21 pm
((well, at least i could handle it, i hang out with alot of "leet" chatters, and even their spelling sucks *cue the dramatic dun dun duuun!*))
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 7:16 am
((lolz... now to catch my part up while waiting on Michael' post))
PK: Michael, you're the only one upon this ship who should fear death... me and Aruon have ways to escape it.... and all your crew is already dead! *points around to the slaughtered crewmen who had all tried to interfere* I could have Miles let go of your ship, but without a crew you won't get far. so instead, Miles, play a game of keep away.
Miles:*heard it telepathicly* go it! *starts the naught moving, dragging the Santo Columbia with it, to keep it away from the French*
PK: Me and Auron will NOT allow the honor of killing you to go to the damn French!
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 8:55 am
For once, Michael embraced his helpless position, seeming to give up. As he arms hung at his side, he began to laugh hysterically.
"You have no idea do you? fine then, I'll let you see for yourselves what kind of evil you're dealing with."
He walks over to the rail of the Santo Columbia.
"As for this honor you're searching for... i'm afraid I'll be taking it from you."
He solutes Auron and Pk as he raises a pistol to his head. He smiles one last time as he pulls the trigger. As Michael's body hits the water, a chain of explosions is set off within the Santo Columbia.
Marcel rises slowly, wiping the blood running down his chin. As he stands, leon swings his fist around, striking Kibo in the side of the face. He stands over Kibo, smirking, as he removes the dagger from his chest, tossing it into the poster of Michael. The dagger lands between Michael's eyes.
Leon: "Come on now, mister, It'll take ALOT more than that to stop someone like me."
He Kicks Kibo in the stomach.
Leon: "That's for making m'lord bleed."
He prepares to strike again.
Lord Marcel: "That's enough, Leon."
Leon: "M'lord?"
Lord Marcel: "Admiral, I believe we share a common enemy. I would like your help in killing him."
He seems to glide past Sunny and the crow girls, nearing Kibo.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 9:57 am
(((you have no idea how long it took me to read all of these pages since i last posted!!)))
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 11:20 am
((nuuuu! you killined Michael! Auron's gonna not be happy))
PK: Emergency situation, we need to get out of here Miles!! *teleports me and Auron to the naught, which releases the ship and heads back for port*
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 1:19 pm
((Dangit Sunny!!! Why didn't you trip him? Villain doing facefall equal classic!!!))
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 1:37 pm
((Dangit, Michael! Give other people the chance to kill you! scream ))
Kibo stands calmly, the broken ribs and cheekbone he has sustained from Leon's blows already healed.
Kibo: Now now, Marcel, if you wanted my help, you shouldn't have gone about wooing my woman. Especially at that moment you did.
He takes a tiny box from his pocket, tossing it into Sunny's lap.
Kibo: That's for you. I'd get down on one knee, but giving this demon here any opening wouldn't be a good idea right now.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 1:47 pm
*the naught arrives back by the other ships*
PK: one moment you two *teleports next to Kibo* I've got your back, IF you want to propose the right way. If not, then I'll leave you to your fight.... might I also relay the news that Michael is dead? yes? Okay then: Michael is dead. He killed himself to resist capture...
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 1:49 pm
((ZOMG DRAMARAMA!!!!! I think you've made Alch and me both giddy with that... *high fives*))
Sunny cautiously looks up at Kibo, her eyes asking the question her lips couldn't. She weakly held the small box in her hands, staring at it as if it were an enigma.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 2:22 pm
(( dramallama dramallama dramallama It is indeed a Triple-DramaLlama moment. The only thing that would make it better is... *gasp* wait, idea! God, you're husband's going to hate me for this...))
Kibo glances back at Sunny, answering her questioning stare with one of his own. As he does, a faint mist trails from his blade into his head, as Farind takes over his body momentarily. Kibo "steps" out of his own body, his soul fading from the flesh. Because of the Phasmamancy, his soul glowed with a heavenly-looking aura, the mancing keeping it from aging. He steps over to Sunny, crouching down in front of her, his eyes both joyful and terrified. He moves his right leg, until he was kneeling on it. He took her solid hands in his translucent ones, and spoke in an echoing voice.
Kibo: Hinata Solei, will you m... marry... me?
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