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Post by Miyuki Kazashiro on Oct 30, 2011 1:08:45 GMT
"Try me," she said.
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Post by JK / Miu on Oct 30, 2011 1:14:29 GMT
"We're on the second story and you're leading a fake life of mine. Don't tempt me." Miu said in a low voice.
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Post by Miyuki Kazashiro on Oct 30, 2011 1:21:21 GMT
"And what makes you so convinced that you're the real one?" she asked.
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Post by JK / Miu on Oct 30, 2011 1:22:25 GMT
"The fact that you make no sense." Miu retorted.
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Post by Miyuki Kazashiro on Oct 30, 2011 1:30:53 GMT
"Well, to me, you make no sense. So that isn't a very good argument."
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Post by JK / Miu on Nov 18, 2011 9:31:32 GMT
"You're much to submissive to be me." Miu continued. "I, a real queen would actually care to hold my ground."
Outside three matt black Ducati Hypomotards with glossy onyx parts stopped outside the gate as a fourth rider dismounted. She had a matt black biking suit that had glossy fabric with complex, elegant but dexterous folds with a silver trim atop. Her helmet was small and had a frosted white visor on obsidian. She quickly got through the gate, entering a bypass access code into a small computer in the wall surrounding the mansion. The gates slid open, silent and showing no signs in the house as the woman mounted the bike again, behind the other three bikes but quickly gaining as she weaved through the other bikes. While the others were men they all had similar uniforms, albiet for men.
"If you're going to be me, you might as well do a proper job." Miu jibed.
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Post by Miyuki Kazashiro on Nov 18, 2011 15:28:43 GMT
"Proper job?" Miu asked, outraged. She then pounced on her doppelganger.
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Post by JK / Miu on Nov 22, 2011 3:44:30 GMT
Miu struck out with her hand in a reflexive move.
Meanwhile the small group continued to advance, stealthily approaching the front door.
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Post by Miyuki Kazashiro on Nov 22, 2011 4:05:32 GMT
Miu took took the blow and landed on her feet.
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Post by JK / Miu on Nov 25, 2011 23:21:07 GMT
Miu glared at her clone, livid. She opened her mouth to say something when the door burst open. Wielding a Springfield Armoury XD9 pistol the female leader walked into the room, gun raised.
"Miu-chan, please, go sit on the bed." She said to the clone. "We'll get rid of that imposter." She said with a fake smile to her, grabbing the real Miu's shoulder with a vice-like grip.
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Post by Miyuki Kazashiro on Nov 25, 2011 23:22:37 GMT
"Eh? Just who are you?" Miu asked the woman.
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Post by JK / Miu on Nov 26, 2011 7:40:15 GMT
"A friend." She said simply with some warmth but it was obvious she wasn't going to be questioned any furthur.
Miu was led out by the other two men, one of which wielded a shotgun while the others had the same XD9 pistols, though one had his holstered and held a MA18-Intervention.
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Post by Miyuki Kazashiro on Nov 26, 2011 13:31:57 GMT
"Yeah, that answers a lot of questions," Miu said sarcastically. A part of her didn't trust this woman, but there wasn't much she could do.
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Post by JK / Miu on Nov 26, 2011 23:27:12 GMT
"Shut up and stay right there." The woman snapped.
Miu picked up her bags.
"Well, you can defend the copy all you want." She said icily before walking out. She still had a few guns trained on her but she left all the same.
"Keep her away from the house. Make sure no-one finds out the truth." The woman ordered the other men. "She's still got the package." She added. She thought for a moment longer.
She she turned to the fake Miu, gun poised at her neck. And she shot, a tranquilizer that should give her a mild concussion firing instead of a live round.
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Post by Miyuki Kazashiro on Nov 26, 2011 23:31:26 GMT
Miu took the shot, and she fell to her knees. "I thought... you were a friend..." she said weakly, trying to stay awake for as long as possible.
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