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Post by Katieh on Jun 21, 2005 21:14:11 GMT -5
Mey opened her mouth to speak, but Fey was faster. "I am Feyian. Call me Fey." said Fey "That's Mey." she added as an after thought.
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Post by OJ on Jun 21, 2005 21:14:59 GMT -5
Jewel sighed as she wearily rubbed her facials once more, shaking her head slowly. "Meh, I guess all our names are a tad weird, but that's beside the point..." she mumbled, returning her gaze back to the two gelerts. Giving a nod to what the shadow one had answered, she sighed. "Well, what was that earlier anyway...? The 'Time' as you called it," she obivously wanted to hear the whole story - well, curiousty killed the cat...
|Meh. I don't want to go look at the charrie boards so just shout at meh if I get something wrong... xP|
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Post by Katieh on Jun 21, 2005 21:21:12 GMT -5
"The Time is when my sister feels a strong emotion. I can then enter her body." answered Fey
"The Time sucks." said Mey.
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Post by OJ on Jun 21, 2005 21:23:28 GMT -5
"Hmmm," Jewel sighed as she rubbed the long, jagged scar underneath her right eye, an orb seemed to flicker over to Cheesey if he had noticed it at all, but then returned it's gaze back to the twins. Luckily, Jewel had not been blinded in the proccess of obtaining this gruesome scar. "Quite awkward..." she added with a sigh.
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Post by General Cheese on Jun 21, 2005 21:23:54 GMT -5
Cheesey shook his head, "Stop merging with her. I doubt she enjoys it," he said. "Stop thinking about your needs and think of hers. If violence is the only thing you will gain, do you think it's worth it?"
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Post by OJ on Jun 21, 2005 21:25:29 GMT -5
Jewel sighed as she nodded. "Aye, one who causes death, only causes more pain and sadness, and hatred. And, you could end up getting killed yourself," she muttered, shaking her head in a slow distasteful manner, once more rubbing the long jagged scar.
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Post by Katieh on Jun 21, 2005 21:25:51 GMT -5
"Her needs? So says the one who wanted to harm us."
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Post by Katieh on Jun 21, 2005 21:27:46 GMT -5
"I am made of anger and hatred. I am her angry spirit." purred Fey, her eyes thinning.
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Post by General Cheese on Jun 21, 2005 21:29:09 GMT -5
Cheesey shook his head again, "Harm? Nah, I was going to kick your ass. But that was only if you hurt anyone else," he said. "Taking advantage of power to harm ones that are weak is just plain retarded."
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Post by Katieh on Jun 21, 2005 21:30:25 GMT -5
"As are you." replied Fey. Mey tugged at her arm.
"Let us go."
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Post by OJ on Jun 21, 2005 21:30:30 GMT -5
Jewel would sigh once more. Perfect. What else will happen...? she would have muttered aloud, but muttered it in her thoughts. "Blehish." she grumbled, shaking her head in a frustrated manner before raising a brow at the shadow gelert. "And, even though I might not like pink, I feel quite sorry for your twin..." she would sigh once more.
"Stop it!" she barked angrily at Cheesey and Fey, giving both a glaring look. "Just. Enough."
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Post by General Cheese on Jun 21, 2005 21:31:55 GMT -5
Cheesey blinked, "So I'm retarded, eh?" he asked, tilting his head. "If I had any siblings, I wouldn't ask like a piss ant and take control of his or her body when I had the chance," he mumbled. Cheesey raised a brow at Jewel, "Hey, I'm just telling the truth."
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Post by Katieh on Jun 21, 2005 21:34:13 GMT -5
Fey glared at Jewel. "I'll stop when he does." Mey shook her head.
"Fey always argues with Raven and Katieh."
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Post by General Cheese on Jun 21, 2005 21:35:47 GMT -5
Cheesey raised a brow, "I didn't start it. I was merely protecting the inoccent as you played your small, little game of taking lives."
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Post by OJ on Jun 21, 2005 21:36:26 GMT -5
Jewel would sigh once more, shaking her head in an agitated manner. "I know," she mumbled, finally turning to face the demonic Shoryu. Her bruises and scratches that had not yet healed seemed to be now clearly visible, running up and down her form. "But, I think we've had enough violence for one day..." she mumbled, rubbing the scar once more. She now seemed to get into the habit of rubbing it when uncomfortable. "Shove a cork in it, the both of you,"
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