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| Topic Started: Aug 7 2008, 03:14 PM (209 Views) | |
| Kite | Aug 11 2008, 09:31 PM Post #16 |
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Kite was close enough to just barely hear the woman arguing with herself, over whether or not she should take Papaver. It was an herb he knew well; Many abused it as a narcotic. It improved the senses, but could produce addiction in a small number of cases. Perhaps he was starting to wear thin on her nerves? "Leave me alone." Kite stopped, then walked closer to her. "But that wouldn't be half as fun, love." |
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| Winter | Aug 12 2008, 02:03 PM Post #17 |
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Radeah snorted and threw a despising glance at him. "By the name of all known gods, you are one of the most pathetic creatures I've seen. Go look for suicide some place else. Taking your soul has no value to me, mouse." She was feeling very calm, the herb was settling in her system. Radeah pondered as she walked. She was considering leaving the city. This man was ruining everything with his clingy stalking that only sick men do. Fighting only seemed to get him more clingy. She glanced at him with hatred and listened to the spirit occasionally telling her to turn. "Stop!" The spirit suddenly roared in her head and she obeyed immediately. Then there was silence in her head. She figured she would remain in this very spot till she was ordered to move again. She sat down on the ground, crossing her graceful feet, folding her hand on her lap. "Why are you still following me? I have no time for your games." She asked without turning to look at him. |
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| Kite | Aug 12 2008, 03:16 PM Post #18 |
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This time Kite kept walking, although he stopped after a few steps. He looked over his shoulder at Radeah, a look of mock surprise on his face. "Following you? No, I just happen yo be going to a hotle in this direction. I'm not a PSYCHOPATH or something like that." He gave her a small salute, then a wink and a smile. "It's been fun." He continued walking out of the alley, turning right onto a main street. 'Ah. People can be such fun sometimes.' |
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| Winter | Aug 12 2008, 06:27 PM Post #19 |
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Radeah shook her head. Not a psychopath? No, he was just pathetic and looking for someone to pick on his liver like vultures did to corpses in Ethreas if they had been left hanging on the great wall. Usually these people were the bodies of enemy soldiers. She shook her head and did a series of hand signs that in Ethreas were signs of offense for they cast curses of gods upon their target. She cursed the man with every god's name she knew. She then closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "May the vultures pick out his cursed eyes." Radeah muttered, searching for a voice inside her head. Mertenah was silent. At least the man was leaving. She, however, couldn't leave yet. She had to wait for a command. Usually she used the silent moments to go where ever she wanted but now she felt it was better to wait. Something was different. |
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| Kite | Aug 14 2008, 05:11 AM Post #20 |
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Whistling, Kite continued on. He was wondering where exactly he was gonna sleep; Not that it mattered now. That's what he got for wasting the last of his cash on booze when no new work was coming in. At the thought of that, he sighed. Sleeping in the streets when you're a drunkard was one thing, but sober it was an entirely different matter. He supposed it would be alright if he simply slept in one of the many stalls; The owner would just kick him out in the morning. "Why is it so bloody hard to get a job nowadays...And you figure bounties would turn up like crazy. But no...Stupid thieves just have to be captured by the city guard. Incompetent as they are..." He muttered as he passed by a guard station. The sun was already setting; Perhaps he could go to a pub and 'persuade' someone to buy him a round... |
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