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The RPG
Feb 16, 2005 19:41:44 GMT -5
Post by Tyrannus et Callida on Feb 16, 2005 19:41:44 GMT -5
(OOC: No, she didn't. "You may ignore actions of other characters to a certain degree". You are making a pointless attack on my character in an attempt to make me mad. You are trying and failing. I choose to ignore this and not make you look like an idiot. If you keep trying to anger me, I'll let Okibi decide your fate.)
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The RPG
Feb 16, 2005 19:46:05 GMT -5
Post by cock of teh walk on Feb 16, 2005 19:46:05 GMT -5
(OOC: uhh...how can i say this gently... get.over.yourself. despite whatever you THINK I am doing, Im just trying to make the RPG more interesting for myself....It disgusts me that you think I would put that much effort into trying to anger you, or even waste my time thinking about you. And your threat is usless. Okibi already saw my comment. She doesnt care )
Seeing the boy ignoring her attack she thought perhaps he was comatose or mentally injured. She picked up a gun from the shelf and shot him in the knee.
Then she jumped through and square in the air and dissapeared, keeping the gun in hand.
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The RPG
Feb 16, 2005 19:47:53 GMT -5
Post by Cat on Feb 16, 2005 19:47:53 GMT -5
OOC: I'm really with TU on this one ...
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The RPG
Feb 16, 2005 19:51:35 GMT -5
Post by cock of teh walk on Feb 16, 2005 19:51:35 GMT -5
OOC..aye perhaps you are, but Okibi is the boss ( I think we determined that for sure in another thread of mine? probably Okibi is the master? Isnt that what y'all insisted on?) And shes already given me the ok. So, better follow master, children. Better do everything she says. Better shine her shoes and bring her presents. Better...pay attention to that gun shot wound in your leg. It could nasty, no matter what to degree you try to ignore it.
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The RPG
Feb 16, 2005 19:56:38 GMT -5
Post by Tyrannus et Callida on Feb 16, 2005 19:56:38 GMT -5
(OOC: No, it isn't, because there is no wound. You are still failing miserably. Get over myself? You get over yourself.)
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The RPG
Feb 16, 2005 20:00:56 GMT -5
Post by Cat on Feb 16, 2005 20:00:56 GMT -5
OOC: Okibi told me today she'd be too busy for posting or whatnot because of homework and research papers or something. Okayed the post? She probably hasn't even see it.
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The RPG
Feb 16, 2005 20:03:27 GMT -5
Post by Tyrannus et Callida on Feb 16, 2005 20:03:27 GMT -5
(OOC: ditto here. I PMed her recently and she didn't reply until much later, after I saw her log in and out 3 times.)
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The RPG
Feb 16, 2005 20:05:09 GMT -5
Post by cock of teh walk on Feb 16, 2005 20:05:09 GMT -5
OOC ; ooohh myyy gooooooooddddd she HAS been online, I know because I not only saw her, she modified one of my posts. Jesus christ why would I pretend it was ok with her? She would only come on later and prove me wrong, and I would look like an idiot. Why do that to myself? She did see the post and she didnt.care. )
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The RPG
Feb 16, 2005 20:17:33 GMT -5
Post by Tyrannus et Callida on Feb 16, 2005 20:17:33 GMT -5
(OOC: Because you enjoy trying to annoy people. Even at the cost of your reputation. It wouldn't matter if she made you look like an idiot because you already do. Also, you have absolutely no reputation to lose. Your reputation is as low as it can get.)
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The RPG
Feb 16, 2005 20:19:14 GMT -5
Post by cock of teh walk on Feb 16, 2005 20:19:14 GMT -5
( OOC. this is getting petty. I am finished now. You cannot control my character , you CAN ignore her, I suggest you do that if thats what you want )
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The RPG
Feb 16, 2005 20:25:15 GMT -5
Post by Tyrannus et Callida on Feb 16, 2005 20:25:15 GMT -5
(OOC: Okay then. I'm glad we're in agreement.)
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The RPG
Feb 17, 2005 6:29:09 GMT -5
Post by Kaye&Lanh on Feb 17, 2005 6:29:09 GMT -5
(ooc: are we done ... debating? because you really ought to keep such ooc to pms... ) (note: i am not a hypocrite (sp?)... i am making a general announcement)
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The RPG
Feb 18, 2005 21:41:36 GMT -5
Post by Annie on Feb 18, 2005 21:41:36 GMT -5
"That knife... what is it? And where did it come from?"
'I'm not sure' Keen replied. 'I found it. It's really sharp. Look what it did to my hand.'
Keen held up the mangled hand.
'I can't tell you more than the fact that somehow, it belongs to me now. Why do you want to know? Do you know something about it?' Keen's eyes widened a bit in the hopes that someone could tell him more about this strange object.
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The RPG
Feb 18, 2005 22:18:20 GMT -5
Post by Tyrannus et Callida on Feb 18, 2005 22:18:20 GMT -5
'Why do you want to know? Do you know something about it?'
"I don't know anything more than you do. It's just that I... I've seen it before. Someone had it. A girl. When I saw it I just knew it wasn't rightfully hers. But... it did something to me. It affected my mind. I can't think straight."
He paused a moment. His color was beginning to return.
"I... I almost killed someone. Not in self-defense, but downright murder. It had something to do with how that knife affected my mind... I... I didn't just try to kill him, I wanted to shed his blood. I... I need to find out what's happenning to me. It gets worse the more time passes. It's just gonna keep getting worse, until..."
He paused again, before concluding, "The boy I tried to kill... he was in a fight with someone, and she was hurt after. Not just physically, but mentally, and emotionally, too. I... I left her there. I was gonna go back, but... when I found out where he went... I went after him. He was trying to buy something off this kid. He called it an Aletha-something. I can't remember. But, I attacked him. I tried to kill him. I almost did, too. But," he glanced at Thayndriar, "she stopped me. I... I can't believe what I did. I need answers. I decided to find it, the knife, to try to find answers. I don't like what's happenning to me. I want it to stop."
He couldn't bear to say any more. All he could do was sit there and feel sorry for himself.
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The RPG
Feb 18, 2005 23:09:03 GMT -5
Post by Annie on Feb 18, 2005 23:09:03 GMT -5
Keen frowned in thought.
'That sounds horrid. But I can't help you.'
Keen wasn't sure what to think of this boy. He really didn't know what to tell him.
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