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Post by Starbird on Jun 18, 2007 21:28:33 GMT -5
((^-^ I'm glad.))
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Post by zenith on Jun 18, 2007 21:35:17 GMT -5
((Don't get mad, get glad! -toddles off after lame joke)) ))
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Post by zenith on Jun 18, 2007 21:35:46 GMT -5
((Duuudddeeeee! I so didn't do that to my poor little post, annoying smiley. D: ))
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Post by Starbird on Jun 18, 2007 21:35:49 GMT -5
((Hee. I've got to go to bed now, so I'll reply later. Sorry for buggering off, all! *wince&waves*))
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Post by zenith on Jun 19, 2007 11:16:35 GMT -5
((Okie dokie personage. Thats alright, and you have a PM in your mailbox. -there is no linkage or any way to tell otherwise- So yeah, go check it!))
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Post by Starbird on Jun 21, 2007 0:02:16 GMT -5
((X_O I just noticed nobody's introduced themselves yet, Dante's just handed out nicknames. Tilliah, you might want to edit that... we really gotta get around to that. XO Dante: Good point. I'll take care of that while doing the most annoying thing possible and ignoring Phratica! XD Starbird: *glare* You take too much pleasure in all this.))
The stallion straightened and blinked. Well, son of a... "You know? I have just realized that no one here knows anybody else's name." Hmf. Talk about dumb move. The subconscious part of his brain that was supposed to be taking messages was apparently unconscious- somehow or another the actions of both mares and the respective points for snippy remarks just flew by, with Dante none the wiser. He did that sometimes. "Unless, of course," the sudden Sir Oblivious continued, glancing from Kitten to Merc and back again, "the two of you know something I don't. Which, actually, is not that far out of the realm of possibility. I've been meaning to ask, are you sisters? Half-sisters? Something?" Blink, blink. Supposedly his brain had to disengage for apparent maintainence periodically, and therefore resulted in the uncalled for and unexpected drop in I.Q.- as his eternal best rival had put it in a fit of fancy lingo. Or 'extraneous verbiage', to put it in the same tense. But then again, it was all far too much headache and prone to misspellings. The second or so time he looked at the merc, he did the proper doubletake, clued in, and assessed the performance. Dante blinked. She'd fixed the phone wires. Her posture drooped as if she'd had the air let out of her. For an instant, the piebald buck actually worried if he'd overdone it. Then he saw the tear, remembered who it was, and bloody hell that was near perfect. "Now that is well done, Mercenary. But you still don't have the face for tears. What I'd recommend is bristling a bit, stalking off, and in about an hour come back with the air of wounded pride and coldly do some negotiations. If really wanted to do the tears bit, keep the ramrod and blush- it looks much more realistic if you're angry." Dante pulled back from the private stance he'd been whispering at and looked instead to the cat. "Eh, you've stood on the outside and sniggered long enough. You are hereby back in the conversation, so come up with something snarky, I say. Oh, and it's Dante," he flicked back to the assassin with a nod, "to both of you."
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Post by zenith on Jun 21, 2007 22:30:54 GMT -5
Turning her head back, she paused in her steps, one foot held in the air as though she had forgotten to place it back on the ground. Placing it to the ground, she swiveled and made her way back into where the stallion stood, eyes surveyed him cautiously, and she backed a bit off. Just in case something was to come to this, "Dante," her smooth voice was slightly deeper, now that she had called, it had a soothing quality to it, sliding through her lips and her ears relaxed. Waiting and listening, she then spoke her own name, "Revelation." she stated calmly.
"But what would I gain in saying something snarky, Dante?" she questioned, a hint of a tease lurking in her voice, "Is there something in it for me?" her eyes leveled on his own and she silently challenged him to say something against her, say something that would make her see better of her words. But the way she was questioning him had something to say with it.
Giving him a patient glance, it then faded away in her facade. "Can you make it worth my while?" the tease was there, a fiery look in her eyes. The look didn't fade as she was watching the other one, standing firmly, she smirked and watched the male, and turned to the other one, having heard her name, she gave her a respectful look, conveying what she would have said through her eyes.
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Post by Starbird on Jun 23, 2007 10:17:41 GMT -5
Tch. You weren't thinkin' of leaving me, now were you, little kitten? The younger mare turned slowly and returned, those pretty pinkish almond eyes watching him warily. Oops. Caught in the act, kitten. The large piebald noted that she'd regained that original caution space. The cat introduced herself, now back in her depth, her voice dignified and passively indulgent. Hm. He'd never heard such a serene voice with such a combatative tone. The new-christened Revelation smirked, the first expression clicking into another, more fiery one. But what would I gain? Flippant little coy. "Is there something in it for me?" She was openly fighting, now. Heh. Finding out what those pointy things on your paws can do, eh? "Why? Why? My dear Revelation, we wouldn't want you to break character, would we?" The buck's voice was languid, and if she wanted to give it a hint of a veiled threat, she was quite welcome. A lazy smile curled at the corners of his mouth as he leaned in to whisper. "It would damage your reputation." He kept speaking, low and soft, to draw her attention as he circled her. "And your reputation, darling, is everything. If you die, you're only dead-" he smirked as he pressed into her space behind her, "-but a blow to your reputation will follow you beyond the grave." He chuckled, low, as he stopped, the blowing hairs of her tail tickling his flank. "I think your pride should warrant the dearest defenses you can give it." Smirk.
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Post by Tilliah on Jun 24, 2007 11:31:09 GMT -5
Phratica stayed slient. At least, until Dante had spoken again, at which point she flicked her ears at him, giving up on the acting career that obviously didn't await her. "Its Phratica. And no, there's no way I'm related-" She glared at Revelation disgustedly-" -to that."
She wasn't going annywhere. This was getting to farmiliar- and anyway, where was she going to go? She continued glaring just about anywhere and at anything- until she registered Dante's line about pride. She snorted in disgust.
"Pride? Dante, if we watned pride, we'd have been gone a long time ago." She snapped at him, flicking her tail. Her eyes has a glare as cold as ice and as hot as the sun's surface in them- usually unnerving but now almost comical.
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Post by Starbird on Jun 25, 2007 11:09:03 GMT -5
((XD!! Ack! Phratica scoo~ores! *dies* Gimme a minnut to thing.... XD~* itai! itai! wai, wai wai!.... *squiggles off in a corner squealing in Japanese*))
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Post by zenith on Jun 25, 2007 13:44:20 GMT -5
Gazing over at Phratica, she snorted, "Same goes for you, miss." she gave the mare a glance of what was considered respect, even if she had just been dissed. It took a bit to get her riled up yet again.
A laugh sounded from her throat as she looked at him. Narrowing her eyes, he didn't see the slight agitation that thrummed through her at him being behind her. Flicking out her back legs, she was very uncomfortable with a stallion at her rear. Aiming them to his broad chest, she whirled after the kick to survey the damage, if there was any. "My pride? What about yours?" she smirked.
Turning the tables yet again, she snorted, "My reputation? My reputation is subject to distortion by anyone. No matter what it could be." she retorted, "Now I never would have guessed that if I died, I was dead," she stated sarcastically, cynically looking at the stallion.
Rolling her eyes, she had to say that it was funny how he was goading her, trying to get her into a fit again, and she wasn't buying it. Pretending was her best suit and she happened to love to pretend with others. "If you're my reputation, I would be mortified that you would follow me beyond my grave." low blow, and Revelation had to admit that she was going to take some of the bait, but through calmness. Throw the rest back and give him a choke hold of her own.
"I'm not your dear, flattered to some degree, but never yours." calm and with a raise of the brow, she snorted and pawed at the ground with a smirk curling up her lips.
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Post by zenith on Jun 25, 2007 13:47:01 GMT -5
((Wow, I'm terribly slow. xP Blame my job, heheh))
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