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Post by Xïza Tyrmond on Feb 19, 2009 16:22:42 GMT -5
"... Then only I can watch him you say. Fun" Xïsa said with no emotion of fun. He looked at the wrecked city again. "I love this view don't you?"
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Post by Andy Jammer on Feb 20, 2009 8:15:47 GMT -5
"I admit it's quiet," Kevin nodded, "But you know I'd prefer something with a little life in it."
Beyond that Kevin spoke no more, or at least on the subject of Griever and Andy Jammer.
"It strikes me as interesting... why would Zelos want Griever? Left alone, Griever does nothing... why is he expending his time and energy hunting for it...?"
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Post by Xïza Tyrmond on Feb 20, 2009 17:03:44 GMT -5
"Well I have a hunch. He is ruler of the deadlands. but there are barely any living people there. His kingdom is small. All the souls there have either moved on, or were reborn. So if everyone dies...." He said, leaving the rest to Kevin's imagination.
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Post by Andy Jammer on Feb 20, 2009 19:51:31 GMT -5
"Maybe...maybe..." Kevin nodded. "I think we should split our ways from here, shadows have a way of passing messages to others."
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Post by Xïza Tyrmond on Feb 20, 2009 21:41:15 GMT -5
"Alright, I better not see you again unless you have some great info for me." Xïsa said. He walked away from him and then vanished.
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Post by Andy Jammer on Feb 21, 2009 7:40:06 GMT -5
Kevin just smirked at him, twirling his wood cane around while singing a little tune...
The Messenger is standing at, standing at the gate
Ready to let go, ready for the crush, the Messenger
Too late for whispers, too late for the blush
The past is mercy when the future's glow (won't you let it go?)
Kneeling journey dressed in a cloak of shadows
The hunting's grim for the innocent eyes
Communion's prey is a cup of sorrows (but faith is colors...)
But faith is colors for the humbling cries
The Spirit is over town, waiting for me to hit the floor
Blooming white sky for the voice of one calling tonight
Tonight's fate is the red crown, the red crown around your door
Time is scattering the seeds of the mourning daylight
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