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Post by hisarami on Dec 30, 2010 3:16:25 GMT -5
Dark trudged through the cemetery, occasionally charging at any small animals he happened to see. Such was the kind of strange thing the spiky-haired man would do as a result of boredom. He was never sure why he came to the cemetery; one would assume that it was to find and visit his parents graves, but Dark knew he'd have no luck with that. He had never even known his parents' names, let alone if they had even been married at the time of his birth. Perhaps, Dark pondered, it would be best to leave this dismal place; perhaps forge on to the Wok and partake in a nice rare steak.
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Post by Foster Faith on Dec 30, 2010 3:24:13 GMT -5
Foster stood on a gravestone his blue eyes gazing away at the area around him. A grin on his young face as looked around. Everything was perfect although he wasn't sure what level to make this place he'd get to it soon enough. The teen's head twitched as a he spoke in a deep tone, "I don't see why you play these stupid level games. It be so much funnier to just kill the players and let their blood move around in your fingers." Foster growled at Death.
"You've got to enjoy the art Death you taught me that. The most fun of killing someone is watching them fight for there pathetic life." said Foster.
"I guess you speak the truth." said Death.
Foster didn't response for he heard someone coming.
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Post by hisarami on Dec 30, 2010 3:38:04 GMT -5
Dark stopped dead in his tracks as his ears picked up the sound of two voices, not too far off. He turned to see a young teenager, who was apparently speaking in both high and low tones. The Ookami's first thought was to leave the boy and continue on, but the schizophrenia was a little too hard to resist playing with.
"Excuse me, uh... Death," Dark called, not terribly loud. "If that happens to be your name. I suppose I've heard stranger ones..."
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Post by Foster Faith on Dec 30, 2010 3:44:23 GMT -5
Foster turned his head and was about to speak when Death did it for him. "Why yes that is my name. How may I help you?" asked Death. Foster didn't move or speak he'd let Death do whatever. Besides he didn't really have much say in the matter.
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Post by hisarami on Dec 30, 2010 3:50:34 GMT -5
"I couldn't help noticing your conversation with yourself," remarked Dark. "I was just wondering what the governor of departed souls would be doing inside the body of a young boy such as that." The giant raised an eyebrow, a gesture with accentuated his already bulging eyes. "Is there perhaps something the world should know about those Death preys upon?"
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Post by Foster Faith on Dec 30, 2010 4:01:27 GMT -5
Foster picked up on it he was making fun of him which he didn't like at all. If Foster knew he was sure Death knew. Foster jumped down from the tombstone and placed his left hand in his pocket. It bumped against his gun. Sad part was he hadn't brought his sword with him so he only had the ten bullets in his gun, and the two magazine in his back pocket to do this with.
"I see your making of US, and WE'LL tell you now that WE don't like that. As a matter of fact WE advises you to stop or WE might hurt you." said Foster in his normal tone of voice. "I'm Foster, and who you were speaking to is Death." he said. Boy was he not following his act that he normally did but this guy was just making fun of him and Death he got was coming.
"Don't do anything to him Foster I like him." said Death.
Foster was stunned, "But he's making fun of us." said Foster.
"He is but if he heard us speaking he's not scared. In fact even after hearing he had the balls to make of us. I think we should make 'friends' with him." said Death.
Yes Foster hadn't looked at it like that, "Yes lets make friends." muttered Foster. The two talked as if Dark wasn't even their.
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Post by hisarami on Jan 1, 2011 21:01:10 GMT -5
Dark quirked an eyebrow as he watched the little boy speak in two different voices. Clearly, this Kuma child was psychotic, in at least two ways. To most, such a fact would be alarming. However, it just promised a good deal of amusement for Dark. The giant tapped his foot and whistled the funeral march, deciding to be polite and let Foster and Death have their conversation.
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Post by Michael Faith on Jan 1, 2011 23:04:43 GMT -5
Foster looked at Dark, "See look at him no he's....." he was cut off as he felt himself get a mental slap.
"Just do it." said Death.
Foster groaned, "Well sir it seems like Death has come to like you..." he muttered.
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Post by hisarami on Jan 4, 2011 18:33:21 GMT -5
Dark cracked a lopsided grin and held out his hand to Foster, or Death, whichever he was.
"Well, I'm glad to have the approval of at least one of you," he replied. "Dunno if I've mentioned it, but the name's Dark. Dark Hirasami." He could tell that sticking with this kid was gonna be fun. But when one personality found him amusing, and the other found him fit for killing, how could it not be?
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Post by Foster Faith on Jan 4, 2011 18:50:56 GMT -5
Foster shook his hand and growled slightly, "Nice to meet you Dark..." said Foster. He wasn't really sure what Death was thinking when he asked him to make friends with Dark, but whatever he'd do it.
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Post by hisarami on Jan 7, 2011 8:16:40 GMT -5
"Now that introductions are out of the way," sighed Dark, retracting his hand and folding both his hands behind his head. "I suppose I should ask seriously this time. What exactly are you doing in the cemetary? Just wandering or some such thing?"
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Post by Michael Faith on Jan 17, 2011 4:08:05 GMT -5
Foster gave Dark a twisted smile, "We were setting up a game." he said, "Care t..." stopped after hearing Death tell him no. Sighing Foster looked at Dark, "Would like to help me set up?" he asked.
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Post by hisarami on Jan 20, 2011 13:03:17 GMT -5
"Depends," Dark replied, hopping onto a tombstone and reclining on it and shooting Foster a curious look. "Let's hear the rules and such to this game. Naturally, a game in a graveyard intrigues me, you see." If this kid expected the giant to help him set something up, then he would have to divulge some details. Shouldn't be too hard, right?
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Post by Foster Faith on Jan 22, 2011 19:12:47 GMT -5
Foster bit his lip, he wanted to know about the game. It made him uneasy trusting someone he just met with the rules and the details of his game of death.
"Tell him the rules Foster."
"NO, just shut up and let me talk!" barked the teen. First time he had ever really talked back with force to the voice inside his head. Foster looked at Dark, "I can't trust you with the rules or any other detail for that matter. I'll explain if you can prove your trustworthy." said the evil little teen.
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Post by hisarami on Jan 22, 2011 19:31:15 GMT -5
"A game to prove my trustworthiness to learn of another game, is that it?" Dark inquired, a grin flitting across his face. "You continue to intrigue me, boy. Do go on, for I would hear of your test." He'd probably cheat, but that was to be determined. Who knew? Maybe playing by the rules would make the time go by a bit faster. Dark was just a wee bit bored, after all.
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