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Post by Tribe on Feb 1, 2007 15:47:18 GMT -5
"You'd be an easy target, a wanted target. I'd be causious of other vampires if I was you. Decide who you want to be used by, and who you don't." Malachi resumed his walking, his hands behind his back. His thoughts went back to Tribe. The nightmares were stopping...
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Post by Zander Song on Feb 1, 2007 15:53:40 GMT -5
Well, that was an odd thing to say. not excatly an odd thing to say, but it was... unexpected? maybe. 'Why am I an easy target?' He asked, walking alongside the Shadow. [/font]
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Post by Tribe on Feb 1, 2007 16:03:04 GMT -5
"Now, if I explained that, you might lose your value," he replied vaguely. "I'd best not taint that for you. Now, let's get back to the acadmy, shall we?"
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Post by Zander Song on Feb 1, 2007 16:09:18 GMT -5
'No,' Zander debated. 'I want to know. What, am I weak, or something? unexperienced? Is it 'cuz I can't control it?' Now that Malachi mentioned it and it's had time to run a bit in his head, The idea wasn't going to be ignored any time soon.
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Post by Tribe on Feb 2, 2007 17:35:54 GMT -5
"Kid, more persistant kids than you have tried to weedle information out of me. And no, it's not because of any of those things." Malachi had lead them to the edge of a cliff. Defying gravity, he leaned over the edge at a near 90-degrees angle.
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Post by Zander Song on Feb 3, 2007 17:14:45 GMT -5
Zander sighed. 'Well, Why didn you bring it up if you weren't even going to tell me?' He asked, Determined to get an answer as Malachi Decided to stand sideways on the edge of the Cliff. You'd be an easy target, a wanted target... The words rung through His head mockingly.
The Problem (Yes, another one) With Zander was that he thought too much. After a while, his words had sunk so far into his head that they were unavoidable, Undeniable. You wouldn't stand a chance... His subconcsious Sneered to himself... Was it healthy To talk about yourself in the Third Person? probably not. [/font]
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Post by Tribe on Feb 3, 2007 17:16:38 GMT -5
"Because I felt like giving a little warning. And I don't feel like explaining. So I won't. Simple as that," Malachi told him as he rightened himself so he could look at Zander.
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Post by Zander Song on Feb 3, 2007 17:32:41 GMT -5
Scowling, Zander Gave up; He didn't feel like argueing at the moment. Out of habit, he glanced at the watch on his thin wrist, hidden beneath his Thick Black Sweater; The Hands on it's Face translated to Four-oh-Seven.
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Post by Tribe on Feb 3, 2007 21:57:54 GMT -5
"I'll be taking my leave now," Malachi told the boy. "It was... interesting, talking to you."
With that, Malachi fell backwards off the side of the cliff.
*exit
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