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 Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2007 9:11 pm
"Did? Mister Kibo, did I shake faith in you that much by ordering you to make peace with Michael in my tavern? Mayhaps I misjudged, for I took you for a man to look over such petty differences that are bound to arise when making friends with a drow."
Storm knew she'd been inordietly cruel in her teasing this time, but she'd rather be hung by her pointed ears then admit she was in the fault. Besides, things always worked out for her in the end. She made sure of that.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2007 12:05 am
Natasha sat down at the nearest table, staring at the patterns in the woodwork and running a burning finger across it's surface leaving a long black scorch mark.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2007 5:26 pm
Kibo: Are you so blind as to think that it was your ordering of peace that shook me? If I was going to kill him here, I'd have done it as soon as he walked in. I thought you Drows were above believing empty threats.
He gets up, walking over to Storm, until he is standing face to face with her.
Kibo: And just for the record, even though I trust you less, I'd still entrust you with my life. You're still a friend to me, regardless of whether or not I'm still one to you.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2007 9:29 pm
Uncharacistoricaly, Storm had nothing to retort back with. She manged to choke out a sentence.
"Where in the name of the nine hells...did you get the notion that you weren't a friend to me?"
She reviwed the converstions mentally to see if she'd said something. Nothing stood out, at first. Instead, something compeltly inane jumped out at her.
"And the word is drow."
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 2:12 pm
Kibo: Oh, the great speaker Storm has no rebuttal? How unlike you. I'll take that as I sign that I've made my point. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take a walk.
He turns, slaps down a few gold pieces to pay for the drinks he hadn't payed for yet, and walks out the door.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 2:37 pm
"I'm confused. I have no idea what I did to offend him so."
Storm frowned and looked at Natasha.
"Why can you control the elements all of a sudden?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 3:20 pm
Kibo walks down a nearby alley, his face twitching with rage. He stops, and punches a wall with his left arm. The wall, unlike when he was testing Charon's power, explodes into several hundred pieces, many embedding themselves in the wall across the alleyway. It is at this point, in the shining silver inside the building whose wall he had just destroyed, that he notices the tiny blood-red line running from his collar to his eye, almost imperceptible to anyone who wasn't looking for it. Immediately, everything fell into place. He had no idea why he was so mad at Storm, but he was, and he snapped at her for no apparent reason. Now he knew why.
Kibo: Charon, you b*****d! Give me back control of my emotions, you robbing b*****d!
Inside his head, he hears the laughter of Charon, who had been feeding off Kibo's anger throughout the fight, and becoming stronger and stronger.
Charon: Too long have you starved me of souls, only feeding me when the hunger was so crippling to me that it affected your performance with my arm. Now I'm the one running the show, and I'm not going to be as kind as you were to souls. I think I'll start with that not-so-sweet elf friend.
The blood red left arm of Charon turns midnight blue, and the color rises from his shoulder, up his neck, and surrounds half his head, and his entire torso, hidden by his shirt. After a few seconds, it once again spreads, covering Kibo's whole body, save his right arm and half his face. Spines sprout from his back, and the left fingers lengthen and become sharp. Luckily, Charon hadn't spread to Kibo's right arm, and gained control of the other Mancer spirits. Kibo, who still had control of his right eye, notices how he looks in the silver, the peachy half his face paralyzed with shock, the dark blue side contorted with a grotesque, manic smile. Charon had taken control of Kibo's tongue, however, so he couldn't speak. Silently, Charon/Kibo turns walks back towards the Split Skull, leaving black, scorched footprints in the ground.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 4:21 pm
Storm sat on her bar, musing. She drummed her ebon fingers against the wood, irratted.
"What in the world did I say?"
Something else occured to her.
"Why in the world am I stressing over this?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 4:53 pm
Charon/Kibo approaches the door, but rather than opening it, he walks right through it, passing through it as if it weren't even there. He chuckles evilly.
Charon: Hello there, Storm.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 5:11 pm
Storm looked up in some surpise and saw what'd happen. She felt saddened by the fact but firmly pushed the feeling away. She had warned Kibo about this, after all.
"Hullo, again, Charon. How have you been, being a soul stealing arm in stead of a soul stealing sword, old friend?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 7:47 pm
Charon: I'm not in the mood for talk right now. I'm hungry. Can oyu help me with that? After all, I'm your old friend...
He licks his half of Kibo's lips, and walks forward.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 10:17 pm
Storm smiled sweetly.
"As a matter of fact, I can. You've meet Captain Michael, yes? He has a rather...unique book. He serves Jones, you see. One signs his book, and sells his soul, sort of."
She paused.
"But the souls don't go direrctly to him. They are stored in the book until He comes around to pick them up. And I know of a way to get them out. And as you might have deduced already, I have no use for said souls, do I? But they serve as your flesh and drink. I being such a loyal friend to you, Charon and serves as a sweet persona to Kibo, I'll help you get them becuase you cannot touch the souls in the book."
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 10:34 am
Natasha looked at Storm, completely ignoring the fact that Kibo had been taken over by Charon and was standing in the Tavern.
"I can't control the elements, just as I can't fully control my emotions....except my anger."
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 7:29 pm
((Warning: Mini Wall-o-Text Ahead))
Charon/Kibo walks closer, until he was right in front of Storm. Suddenly, Charon/Kibo's right arm, the one Kibo still had control of, clutches his head, and Charon falls to his knees, in a trance of sorts.
[Inside Kibo's mind]
Kibo stands, only half his face and his right arm are solid. The rest are spiritual, almost transparent. He clutches Mary Catherine in his right hand, his left unable to touch anything. 20 feet away, Charon stands, almost complete, save for the right half of the face and the right arm. He smiles his manic, twisted smile, and rushes forward, slashing Kibo with his blade. Kibo doesn't even move. He falls before the blade, slowly fading from view. Charon, still silent in his victory, stands up, confused that he wasn't complete, even though he had killed his "better half." Amazed and terrified, he hears Kibo's voice, seemingly from nowhere.
Kibo: Tsk tsk tsk, Charon. We're in my mind now. I can do almost anything I want here.
Kibo reappears in front of Charon, still mostly invisible, and holds out his right hand. Seven spirits appear around him, spinning rapidly around him.
Kibo: Fire, Water, Air, Earth, Plants, Light, and Darkness. All are under my control here. Because of these.
He points to his right arm, and to the rune markings on them, hoping Charon would take the bait. And sure enough...
Charon: Nice arm. I think I'll take it!
Charon rushes forward, and grabs Kibo's right arm with his left. Immediately, Kibo's right arm disappears, but his left arm returns. Kibo chuckles, making sure the rune markings were now embedded in Charon's arm.
Kibo: Now, my friends, finish him!
Each of the runes markings flashes once, the spirits attacking Charon from the inside. As more and more of him is destroyed, Kibo gets more and more of his body back, until only a single eye remains.
Kibo: Poor you. A great demon, outwitted by a mere human. How shameful you must feel. Don't worry, I have a place where you'll never have to face the other demons again.
Kibo pulls out a mechanism he had created in the real world. It is a brilliant white disc, with a small hole in it, connected by a piece of retractable black string, to a ring, so Kibo could hold the ring without touching the string. He pulls the ring, and the string extends from the hole in the disc. He quickly wraps it around the eye, and pulls it tight. What's left of Charon is absorbed into the string, which retracts back into the hole again. Kibo tests it, pulling the string from his palm, then letting go of the ring, causing the string to retract out of sight again. He nods, satisfied, and clenches his fist, knowing he had taken care of Charon once and for all.
[Back in the Split Skull]
Kibo opens his right eye, and the midnight blue recedes towards his right palm, until it had disappeared completely into the string, which was now blood-red. His head was bowed, and he looks up into Storm's eyes, and strangely unlike-Kibo look of contrition on his face. However, on his face is where it stays. Kibo was still not about to apologize. Only the look on his face, hidden from everyone else, let Storm know that he was sorry for snapping at her. He stands up, and flexes his left arm, which was once again his own, and not Charon's.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 11:37 am
Natasha grabs a candle from the centre of the table and lights it using a flame emmitted from the end of her finger. She blows the candle out and lights it again...she does this several times.
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