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 Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 3:52 pm
Storm gave a low chuckle.
"I hope you mean to do more then just try and kill the boy. Mercy is a foul thing to be had."
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 4:09 pm
Kibo: Once someone tries to kill you, I kill them. There's no mercy after that .
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 4:12 pm
"Why mercy in the first place?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 4:30 pm
Kibo: Because killing someone over something small is pointless. An arm for an eye is useless.
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 12:07 am
Natasha smiled.
"If I still believed him to be my brother, I would've shown mercy. Now, Commadore Harry Redfield is going to be fried, crushed, suffocated and fried... All at the same time."
Her eyes flashed red.
"No-one trys to kill me and gets away with it."
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 7:13 pm
Kibo: Damn straight. Maybe I could try that one trick I learned from Allen. Flaying with shadows seems like oh-so-much fun!
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 11:43 pm
"Messing with their mind is also fun. A lot less messy if you can make them go crazy...some even kill themselves."
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 8:03 pm
Kibo: Why does everyone think flaying someone with shadows is messy?! It's not!
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 1:34 pm
"Any death is messy, necromancer."
Storm had deciced to lower Kibo's rank once more in her books and refer to him only by his talents.
"It's an inhereitded trait, what with being full of much blood and all that rot."
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 4:07 pm
Chath Tiu [Storm Botch just didn't sound right. emo ]
"Annabelle..."
The name sounded like honey off of Storm's tounge. She smiled, as if in approvel.
"Pretty name."
She bowed.
"Storm Blackheart, at your services." "Thank You."
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 4:11 pm
Kibo Botch Kibo doesn't extend a hand, but suffices with a polite nod of the head. He was sitting comfortably, and didn't want to have to get up. Kibo: Admiral Kibo Botch, commander of the Spirit Fleet. Nice to meet you. Rum? He smiles warmly, offering Annabelle a bottle of his own fine rum. "Yes please, and thank you very much."
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 4:12 pm
[x] Natasha [x] "Commadore Natasha Redfield, at your service."
Natasha extends a hand over to Annabelle. *shakes hand*
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 5:06 pm
Kibo presses his right thumb against the neck of the bottle, shattering the neck like it was a twig. He pours the content into a glass, and hands it to Annabelle.
Kibo: So, what brings you to Tortuga, dear?
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 8:08 pm
Storm rolled her eyes.
"You left glass in that swill, necro. You have to place the pressure lower on the neck, just above the body. It will snap more cleanly."
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 6:09 pm
Kibo snaps his fingers, and the tiny shards of glass float from the liquid, embedding themselves in the table.
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