| Subject: Funny Looking Stranger |
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Mateo
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Date Posted: 16:49:57 10/07/02 Mon
In reply to:
Naisa
's message, "Dearest Oberon" on 15:40:49 10/07/02 Mon
OOC: Sorry! I was only gone for a day and all of this happened! lol Yikes! OH well.
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He stands there, his blade rested on his shoulders, after all that has happened, after all that fun he had with the blade, this weirdo wants to take it for him.
"You want our weapons?"
Then again, Mateo seems...different. He wants to keep the blade, but it wouldn't bother him too much if it was lost. He has something else in mind, and not even his sister was concious of it.
These thoughts began to gather when he fought those uniformed Forgottens that chanted out that wierd "H" word. He didn't understand that word...and who honestly would care about some stupid word of the elven rejects anyway.
Yet...the power they possessed was interesting...they have no need for weapons, and they fight with a wierd form of magic. He needs to do research on this when he's more in private.
He shakes off his thoughts, his muscles begining to bulg slightly as he tenses up for what seems to be an oncomming battle, a weird cloaked thing standing behind him only seeming to be able to catch a sniff of the gas he tried so hard not to pass.
"heh...I wonder, Sis..."
A smile appears on his childish face, only changing to a grin.
"Does this mean we actually HAVE to fight to our fullest potential? Those Hobo-Dorko Forgottens were a good stretch excersize..."
He takes a good grip around the handle of the blade, the ruby tears of the demon twinkling slightly.
"To bad really...even if you actually manage to kill us, these weapons already chose their bearer...they might disapear or something if we die...might kill anything else that tries to hold it...might be fun to watch you deteriorate...who knows...and honestly..."
His face grows cold and emotionless.
"...who cares."
He swings his blade forward into his fighting stance, holding it with both hands.
"...I rather experiment later...once I'm payed and the weapon becomes useless to me. You can have it then for all I care. I have my own plans for now. And your not part of them. Unless you want your life to flash before your eyes, you should heed to my Sister's call...because I'm not so...what's that word again? Oh yeah...'friendly'."
"I swear, Sis, if he get's any blood on my new shirt..."
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