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 Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 8:15 pm
Storm smiles.
"Only the best down feathers for it. But we shan't be using that. Might get blood on the sheets. Do you know what blood does to silk? Destroys the poor thing."
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 8:32 pm
Allen: Oh, so I guess you're the rough kind? I guess that's what one should expect from a Drow. But hey, it's also expected of an Atermancer.
He holds the dagger out in front of him, tossing it almost playfully, but still with enough force to seriously injure if it connected.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 8:37 pm
"If you don't mind, I'd rather it be out here, then in my cabin. There are several valubale pieces of art in there that I'd like to not risk, if at all possible."
So saying, Storm procedded to pull her dirk and longsword.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 8:49 pm
Allen: Fine then. Do you really wanna do this on the cold hard deck?
He holds out his hands, and they become covered with a black sludge, which quickly hardens. The fingers elongate, and Allen walks calmly forward.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 8:59 pm
Storm laughed.
"Have you ever tried it on cold, hard stone, hundreds of miles below ground? The deck feels like hades itself compared to that."
She held her two blades at the ready.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 11:26 am
Allen: I'd imagine you'd be terribly sore after something like that.
He walks forward, standing in a boxer's stance, just in reach of Storm's blades.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 3:26 pm
"That was a long, long time ago, mon ami. For now, I prefer a little bit of...padding."
Storm smiled, waiting for him to make the first move. She'd lived a long time and patince had been a hard learned lesson. To squander it now seemed wastful.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 3:44 pm
Allen: I see...
He swings his arm around, and another dagger flies from his sleeve, at near point blank range.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 8:21 pm
The dagger flew through Storm's body as if she wasn't standing there, to clatter against the deck some meters back. She tisked.
"Sloppy, sloppy, mister Allen."
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 8:25 pm
Allen puts his hands on his hips.
Allen: Well? I made the first move, now it's your turn.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 8:37 pm
Storm lunged forward, making as if to stab him in the chest with her drik. But oddly enough, when the point of the blade reach Allen, it seemed to be comeing from behind him, not from the one in front, as one would expect from a lunging dirk. She rested her head on Allen's shoulder, her ebon cheek against his own.
"Sloppy, sloppy, mister Allen. Watch where I go next time instead of being distracted by how soft my bed might be. It might not be a friend with the dagger in hand, next time."
Her voice was a soft whisper, full of promises and tasting of honey, nutmeg, jasmine and other exotic spices most surface dwellers did not design to know of.
"Oh and by the way, you will never know just how soft it is."
The voice switched to the other shoulder.
"Ranu Blackheart, perhaps. And maybe even Kibo, if he will forgive the minor slight of shooting him."
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 8:39 pm
As the dirk touches Allen's flesh, it passes through him, as if stabbing through a shadow. Allen was standing at the other end of the deck, throwing dagger after dagger from his sleeves.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 8:49 pm
The illisioned Storm turned just in time to recive the first three daggers in her chest. The image flickered and faded, as if it were never there. The true Storm just stepped out of the way of the stream every time Allen readjuested it. A few times, she wasn't quick enough to avoid the recomincated daggers and used her dirk and billowy cloak to catch them. By the time she was done with her little stunt, her fine cloak was weighed down with daggers and full of holes, to match the long red cuts where her dirk wasn't fast enough to block them.
Eventually, she found a rythym and with every dodge, every step brought her closer to Allen.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 3:20 pm
Allen: Well, then there's no point in preserving it.
He holds out his hand, and all the daggers he had thrown sank into the various shadows around the deck. The many of shadows congregated, and slipped under the door to the captain's quarters. The sound of splintering wood could be heard from inside, before the shadow mass returned from the quarters, moving up Allen's leg, and back into his vest.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 3:35 pm
Storm winced hearing the crunch. She scowled at Allen.
"Don't be bitter, if you haven't courted my favor. All that means is that you aren't nearly charming enough. Charm can be learned."
She glared at him.
"But you won't be in that particular bed, ever now. Thank you oh so very, very much then, my lord."
It had become a habbit a while ago that when Stomr felt negitive emotion they were generally foucased into just one, sarcatic disrespect, that always ended with a 'm'lord' or 'm'lady'. Of course, she had learned to hide that fact very well so one would only see a very proud woman acting as a submissive.
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