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 Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 1:57 pm
Muroku nodded. "Shane is his real name, when he was younger... he's always polite like that, and caring and protective. He always looked after me. But then they kidnapped us and put us through these experiments... that's why we're like what we are now..." He said softly.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 2:12 pm
Akash snuggled against Muroku purple eyes dark. "Who." He said voice harsh his mind making up many ways to kicksomeone a**.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 2:16 pm
Muroku watched him, looking unsure. "Most've them are dead now anyway... Razor made sure that they'd pay for what they did..."
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 2:28 pm
"Mmm."Akash shook his head changing the subject. "Let's get going love. " He said changing the subject it would not do well to dwell on the past."
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 2:34 pm
Muroku nodded, hugging his basket slightly tighter as he walked out of the room with his mate. He felt slightly awkward about leaving, even though many people had done so before him, it still felt weird. In a way it felt siilar to abandoning your frineds, even though they would understand, and he'd visit when he could.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 2:38 pm
Akash walked beside Muroku keeping a firm grip on Muroku hands smiling up at him. "You be fine Muroku. We'll come back when we can beside I want to try to help your brother so he can get out to."
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 3:07 pm
Muroku nodded. "That would be reat.... I hope you can help him Akash.. I really do." He said softly, his tail flicking in an awkward matter. He wondered and hoped there would be a cure for his brother, he dosn't deserve to live like this, and likely alone due to something someone else did.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 4:38 pm
"I'll try no promises though.." He said looking down their had to be a cure didn't there? If the brothers problem was because of others then could therpay help? Who knew his horn had kept Maloku from going rabid though..maybe some dealing with that part of himself?
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 9:41 pm
Muroku nodded, his ears perking up at a strange music that drifted down the halls. It sounded a bit like a victorian ballroom dance.. but there was some strange creepyness to it... Even though he had a fear of ghosts, and could feel them from here, he was curious.
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2005 9:28 am
Akash paused listening to the music welling up. "It's sort of a beautiful creepy." He said listening ear tilted up. "Shall we find where the musid is coming from?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2005 3:41 pm
Muroku nodded, tilting his head as he heard the music. He walked off towards it, it seemed to be comming from the entrance hall.
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2005 3:46 pm
Akash followed listening to the music swaying slightly to it. "It's an old tune..who would be playing ballroom music here." He questioned more to himself then anyone.
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2005 4:45 pm
Muroku shrugged, following it to the main hall. "I'm not sure... o-one of the ghosts maybe..?" He said over his shoulder at Akash, then stopped at the sight in the hall. It looked like an old fashioned dance going on, mainly ghosts and they were doing a ballroom waltz to the music. He tilted his head blinking at them all.
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2005 5:05 pm
Akash peered over watching the ghosts. "Hmm what you know ghost waltzing makes me wish for a camera."He smiled. "Mm care to dance? The waltz is not so bad."
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2005 5:09 pm
Muroku watched them for a little while, before smiling and nodding. Why not? If he could talk and the dead can dance, why shouldn't he? "Sure.. It's worth a try.." He said, walking over to a table and putting his things on it.
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