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Subject: -faith jumps up, hands on her hips-

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faith

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Date Posted: 13:59:14 01/04/03 Sat
In reply to: .Jin. I'M SOOOOOO BORED!!! 's message, "OOC:Avast ye dogs! I, Jin, challenge faith to a dual!" on 21:16:46 01/03/03 Fri

-stupefied expression. a glve seems to have just slapped her in the face. and at the other end of that glove is Jin- alrighty then! I accept your challenge! choose your weapon! -narrow eyed glare-

-Frozen Dreams, raises an eyebrow and casts Jinrai a 'what is getting into the humans' look-

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[> Subject: Eh-hem.

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Kate and Oren
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Date Posted: 14:42:17 01/04/03 Sat

*Kate climbs the apple tree (a different tree from Frozen Dream's) to observe the spectacle. Taking out a pair of binoculars, she grabs her white and oversized daemon and plops him on her lap. Settled with an apple in one hand, she pumps her fist into the air - the one without the fruit.* Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! Swords! Swords! Swords!

The daemon gives his human a narrow-eyed glower that is very much similar to Faith's glare, but specialized for the feline species. He doesn't want to be apart of this, and tries to struggle from her hold... but she holds him tight, even grasping him from the neck, and so he gracefully sits himself with a small sigh.

Don't worry, Oren, it'll be fun! *She informs him comfortingly, scratching his head with her mysterious third hand.*