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Date Posted: 21:47:33 11/25/03 Tue
Author: Shazaam
Subject: DOT..
In reply to: Dagger's Rebellion 's message, "Rebel the Fright" on 18:55:23 11/18/03 Tue

((Just a lil clarification before you have a mild stroke... DOT is not the reason that Shazaam is so cold. He has nothing against her, he hardly knows her in fact. So before you have a minor meltdown, realize that his actions are all a part of where I want his character development to go.))

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[> XoXoXo's Have Got Nothin' On Her -- Kissin' Death, 21:50:59 11/25/03 Tue [1]

The molten copper form winced as she felt the other famme push off froom her withers. She bit back a cry of pain and fear. Yes, fear. As the stormed fae pushed off of her, Kiss's form was pushed to the side. She slipped and struggled to regain her footing. AS she shook her head, she saw the silver ullet speeding at her. She smiled calmly, anger risingin her chest. Perhaps she was mad? No one this angry smiled this calmly. She threw herself at the other fae, ivories looking for something to close on too, swift pistons ready to stop and brace herself when the impact came. SHe ducked her head, and tightened her chest, ready for the other fatale.

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