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Stop avoiding it, he thought, taking a piece of parchment with an irritated air and scribbling on it. It was getting ridiculous, he was worrying about nothing. He was only human, after all, no matter how strong.
Week's up. Meet me by the lake.
Week's up. Meet me by the lake.
Kuronue.
Calling a house-elf he gave it the crumbled paper and told it to take it to Akabane, then wandered off to find the nearest window for him to squeeze through. He needed to fly around a bit before they did this, nerves wouldn't help.
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Date: 2009-12-18 03:37 am (UTC)The elf found him in his room, for once, resting after having a meal. He thanked it and waited until it left before putting on his coat and hat. He took his time walking there, though he arrived in short order. He stood, hands in his pockets, apparently unaware of his surroundings.
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Date: 2009-12-18 06:01 am (UTC)(Edited for grammar fail.)
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Date: 2009-12-18 04:00 pm (UTC)He raised an eyebrow nonetheless, walking towards him a little, placing his hands at his hips and, consequently, his weapons. "You don't appreciate the male body, Akabane?"
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Date: 2009-12-19 02:00 am (UTC)"So, shall we fight?" he asked, letting his hand slip a bit to the handle of one of his sickles.
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Date: 2009-12-19 12:27 pm (UTC)He took a step forward, used it to add momentum to the sickle he threw at Akabane, the wire connected to it flashing a searing kind of white under the light of the sun.
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Date: 2009-12-19 01:32 pm (UTC)"Such confidence in your words," he admonished, grinning.
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Date: 2009-12-19 01:39 pm (UTC)He recalled the scalpels again, not that he needed to, but at this point of the game, it didn't due to use too many of his weapons. "The question is, are you confident?" he asked, the blades vanishing from his hand again.
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