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Post by Otoya Kurenai on Oct 1, 2011 18:22:42 GMT
Otoya paused, "I remember you!"
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Post by Otoya Kurenai on Oct 1, 2011 18:27:54 GMT
Otoya pulled the Jacorder, giving him no answer.
"Henshin."
He rippled, forming the white armor of Saga.
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Post by Otoya Kurenai on Oct 1, 2011 22:55:28 GMT
Otoya smiled smugly under his helmet.
The whip of his Jacorder snaked up, lashing around Quentin's arm. Otoya stepped aside and swung his arm up, allowing him some line, keeping his left behind his back, elbow bent so his arm from the elbow on down ran along the small of his back.
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Post by Otoya Kurenai on Oct 2, 2011 3:01:39 GMT
"Bad move," Otoya said, "Now I have to hurt you."
The end of the whip moved on his command for Quentin's chest, stopping right before it, "I'd impale you and use my finisher, if this was a real fight. Or I could just sever our arm with my whip, since it's bound by it."
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Post by Otoya Kurenai on Oct 2, 2011 3:22:46 GMT
Otoya smiled under his helmet; a genuine smile.
"I may not like you, but I like your style," he admitted, pulling his right arm back to unfurl and retract his whip.
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Post by Otoya Kurenai on Oct 2, 2011 3:34:25 GMT
"Kurenai...Otoya," he answered, pulling his belt off and reverting to normal.
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Post by Otoya Kurenai on Oct 2, 2011 3:46:34 GMT
Otoya nodded, "Enough introductions," he picked up his violin case, "That Scott man and the woman are missing," he said, recalling Scott from earlier. He ran off to find them.
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Post by Otoya Kurenai on Oct 2, 2011 4:02:49 GMT
Otoya had lost one of his best tools; the violin. Regardless, he picked up his pace and ran after them.
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Post by Scott Allen on Oct 4, 2011 16:21:42 GMT
"Now that we're away from those two." Scott smiled gently. "Have I told you about my ship?"
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Post by Scott Allen on Oct 10, 2011 13:08:52 GMT
"Aah! They found me!" Scott jumped in terror. "I don't know who you are, but you're not getting your hands on my bounty!"
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Post by Scott Allen on Oct 20, 2011 12:53:41 GMT
"That sounds like a challenge, sir." Scott peered at Gabriel. "Is it a challenge, sir?"
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Post by Scott Allen on Oct 29, 2011 8:29:04 GMT
"My dear Mr..." Scott looked around Gabriel for a name tag or something. "...Frenchman. I'm a Vegas bartender turned pirate. I consume rum on a galactic scale daily. This is nothing. I accept your challenge."
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Post by Scott Allen on Nov 7, 2011 9:33:39 GMT
"Well, I may have had some of your..." Scott downed his shot and observed the glass. "...you call this wine?"
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Post by Scott Allen on Nov 14, 2011 9:32:26 GMT
"Really now?" Scott took another shot. "It tastes like weak brandy."
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Post by Scott Allen on Nov 14, 2011 12:11:37 GMT
"I said that it wasn't really wine, per say." Scott tried to dodge the fact that he had called Gabriel's wine "brandy".
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