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Post by Яд CoBaka on Sept 25, 2006 15:32:14 GMT -5
Alek looked at the door long after Sean had disappeared through it, "Troubled youngster isn't he? It only took me 50 years to learn my lesson, wonder how long it will take him." She looked back at the pictures on the table, "I saw the Malix once, though I don't think he saw me or I wouldn't still be alive." She raise an eyebrow, "He smelled like dead fish if I remember correctly." She muttered the last part a bit as she rested her chin on her palm. "He doesn't seem to know how to put sentences together either."
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Post by Elios Vorte on Sept 25, 2006 20:49:48 GMT -5
Jericho too watched Sean bolt out of the room. "He is... youthful.. young... full of ambition... He hates and doesn't the fact that he isn't very strong... He can't accept that..." He leaned back in his chair. "I accepted that fact a long time ago... I am skilled... yes... I am also a lucky bastard..." He chuckled to himself. "The only reason I've lasted this long... Mortals aren't supposed to be a match for a vampire... but... when that was decided.. guns weren't around."
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Post by Яд CoBaka on Sept 27, 2006 9:41:28 GMT -5
"Yes well, I suppose guns have their place..." She said as she attempted to scan the papers. Alittle while latter she furrowed her brow, "He sure does get around doesn't he?" She looked at Jericho, "I mean this one is in New Zeland...that one in France, and one even in Kentucky...."
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