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 Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 3:37 pm
Kibo slaps his forehead, shaking his head.
Kibo: Hmph, Drows...
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 3:44 pm
Storm frowned.
"The word is drow. The singular form is the same as the plural from. Like, moose."
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 3:49 pm
Kibo: I always thought it was "Meese..."
He smiles jokingly.
Kibo: Alrighty, I've learned my grammar lesson for today. Anything else you want to teach me? Maybe that oceanwater is salty, Ms. No-Seas?
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 4:02 pm
"It is?"
Storm stares mystified at the water.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 4:08 pm
Kibo: You can't be serious...
He slaps his forehead again.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 5:16 pm
"I'm not. Don't worry, I'm not that niave. I wonder if I can get you to keep hitting your forehead like that. Do fish on the surface breath water, like the ones under?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 5:41 pm
Kibo slaps Storm's forehead this time.
Kibo: Stop asking stupid questions.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 6:00 pm
*Michael walked out onto the deck of the santo Columbia and walked over to the rope connecting the Spilled Salt to his own ship. Kicking asied the gang plank Victor used to climb a board Michael pulled the black book out of his pocket and flipped it open to the page listing the ship.*
Michael: You've done your part, for now.
*With that the ship cracked and crumbled sinking back beneith the sea.*
(Thought) It seems I am in need of a new first mate.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 6:04 pm
"Oi! Keep that up and I'll never stop asking questions!"
Storm skipped back out of arm range, grinning. She looked over at the Spilled Salt and snorted when it crumbled.
"Aren't humans superstious? That seems a poor choice of ship names. I wounder why Michael distroyed it."
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 6:09 pm
Kibo: Looks like a pretty unlucky ship to me...
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 9:23 am
*Michael approached one of the crewmen who saluted him in return.*
Michael: I am going to have a look around these docks keep an eye on the ship.
Crewman: "yessir!"
*Michael leaves the Santo Columbia, after first taking necessary steps towards security, and heads off to explore the docks.*
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 4:11 pm
Kibo sees Michael getting of his ship, and waves enthusiastically, speaking to Michael in a cheerful tone, that made it seem like they'd been friends since childhood.
Kibo: Hey! Looks like it was sooner than a month! Feel up to a battle yet?
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 5:10 pm
*Michael waves back to Kibo.*
Michael: Not Quite yet, but when I am you'll be the first to know, trust me.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 5:43 pm
Kibo: Yay!
He laughs childishly.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 7:34 pm
Storm just stares at Kibo.
"Who drugged you and where can I get some?"
She eyes his now normal left arm suspicsouly.
"It wasn't Charon, was it?"
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