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 Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 6:23 pm
Kibo lowered his hands from their defensive position in front of his face.
Kibo: I know. Hence why I stopped myself.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 3:53 pm
"Liar. You wouldn't say anything if you didn't not belive it."
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 8:44 pm
Kibo: Well, Storm, you're having an off day, aren't you? You're confusing me for a logical person again.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 1:36 pm
"Less then sane people know what they mean when they say something, and belive in it."
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 3:40 pm
Kibo: Well how about this? I hate you, Storm. I despise you with a burning passion. There's nothing that would make me happier than dragging ol' Claire across your throat.
He pauses for a moment before continuing.
Kibo: Just because I said that doesn't mean it's true in any respect. Besides, the mother comment was said with the intent of cynicism, not truth.
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2007 8:10 pm
[You know, for someone with really good hearing, she doesn't use it very often...]
Storm was, once more, using her selective listening.
"No one lies outright because no one will belive it then. Or at least, no one who is an accomplish liar."
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 6:34 pm
Kibo: Well, waddya know? I'm not exactly an accomplished liar.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 9:07 pm
A smile teased Storm's lips.
"Of course not. Our little godling does not lie well."
"Not everyone," "Has to, Storm-mar." "Mister Kibo ser," "Is actually a decent fellow," "We'll have you know!"
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 8:07 pm
Kibo: Thank you, girls. Oh, and a bit of advice: don't fly close to the ceilings.
He tosses a piece of parchment into the air. As it nears the ceiling, it is torn to ribbons by the glass flicking around.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 10:24 pm
Zia and Maida clapped happily, seeing the confetie. They looked around egeryly to see what else they could shred. Storm meanwhile was hitting her head agianst the table in dispaire as bottle of her fine drink, important papiers, glasses and once even a spare dagger all went up in one piece and came back down in many. Except for the dagger, which rioched around nossily.
"Do you see what you've done now?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 4:25 pm
Kibo Botch 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? "I don't have anywhere else to go. My parents abandoned me when I was a child."
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 4:51 pm
Kibo: Oh, well that's too bad. Interesting in joining a crew?
He had found it hard to sympathize with the "my parents abandoned me" type of people. At least they knew their mother, and they didn't have to see their own father sell them into slavery.
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 6:21 pm
"Yes, I am very interested in joining a crew."
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 8:11 pm
Kibo: Cool. Question two. Do you fear the finality of death?
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