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Lyle Dylandy ([personal profile] live_ringer) wrote2010-04-25 02:23 am

☆009-I couldn't feel the sting at all; It hit me like an arrow.

Glad to see those little fuzzballs of doom are finally gone. Anything that multiplies that fast can't be natural. Though, it was kind of fun to watch that one herd of them falling in an endless loop beside the islands.


To Lin: I think I just might have found something similar to what you're looking for. Well, part of something.




The chain attached to the bottom is broken, so I believe there's an integral part missing. I suppose it counts as half-found.

-Gene-1

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[identity profile] sting-to-death.livejournal.com 2010-04-29 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She ran her finger along the curve of the sting, before taking it into her hand and looking at it more closely. She fiddled with it a bit, then wore it on the middle finger of her right hand, noticing how it fit perfectly.

Yes. It was hers.
]

It misses a part.

[ Lin was talking more to herself than to him-- she blinked, snapping out of her thoughts. ]

I mean-- yes, it misses a part. Like you said.
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[identity profile] sting-to-death.livejournal.com 2010-04-30 09:46 am (UTC)(link)
No.

[ The answer was almost automatic, she was once again too busy toying with the... Sword? Was this her sword? How... Peculiar. ]

That wouldn't work.

[ No that she knew either. But it would have felt wrong to replace it like that.

As she talked, she began pulling up one of her sleeves, her gaze clearly going from her shoulder to the stinger and back to her shoulder again.
]

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[identity profile] sting-to-death.livejournal.com 2010-05-02 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
No.

[ And then she stung her own shoulder. When only a trickle of blood started dripping down her arm, Lin looked somewhat disappointed. ]

Hm. It's mine, anyway, so you're getting paid as promised.

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[identity profile] sting-to-death.livejournal.com 2010-05-02 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lin wasn't able to explain it, but it felt like something she had already done. Or would have done. Or... Something. It felt natural.

She undid one of the white ribbons at the end of one of her hair-tails, using it to clean the blood away and bandage her arm. Not a work of art, but it was going to hold for a while.

Then she handed him a little leather bag, containing the full amount she had planned to pay. Half-a-weapon or not, he had done the job she had hired him for. Besides, she didn't have anything to spend the money she earned on, so didn't particularly care about paying him more than necessary.
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This should be all right.

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[identity profile] sting-to-death.livejournal.com 2010-05-02 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Very well, then.

[ And since all was said and done, she turned to leave. ]