| Nanashi: ||Gulps, a glimmer of recognition is shown, then put away|| Cloud: ||Jumps up|| And then we left the Northern Cave and I fell, and hit my head on a rock and then... ||He is silenced by a smack as Nanashi�s fist connects with his head|| Raven: ||Lifts blade from Law�s throat, looks to Nanashi|| Then why does she want us dead? It seems more logical to kill them. Law: ||Crawls away and pulls out a gun, shoots Raven in the neck|| Group: ||Tenses|| Raven: ||Pulls the bullet from her neck and throws it|| Law, have you forgotten I�m immune to guns? White Blaze: Apparently so... ||Leaps on him again and breaks his neck instantly with a swipe from her paw|| I�ll take him outside... Cloud: ||Screams at the gun shot and faints|| Raven: Great Chocobo, he hasn�t changed... Nanashi: ||Shrugs|| I don�t even know who the bitch is... ||Blinks as the bullet is pulled from her neck|| Nanaki: <Oh ho!! Strong and beautiful, she�s perfect...> ||Sits, tail flicking|| Nice... Cloud: ||Wakes up, shakes head and sits there|| White Blaze: ||Looks to Nanaki with raised brow|| Ok... Raven: ||Turns to face Sephiroth and Vincent|| Why do you think she would be after us? You seem to know her... Nanashi: ||Thinks for a second|| Probably because we�re the two best mercenaries on Gaia, and I got an offer from someone named Sirea... Cloud: We�re talking about Aeris... Nanashi: ||Glares|| As I was saying, Sirea is Aeris backward, I turned it down, that�s probably why... Raven: ||Nods, then thinks| Come to think of it, I was paid to get rid of this group by someone named Erisa. Unlike you, I took it. White Blaze: ||Toothy grin|| Nanashi: How much is she paying you? She only offered me 5,000 gil. Raven: Then I guess I was second pick. I got 100,000 gil, paid in advance too, but ||Looks to them|| you don�t have to worry, since it was paid in advance I not going to. Nanashi: ||Chuckles|| Stupid bitch, probably never killed anyone before. Raven: Probably not face to face. Nanashi: ||Nods head, becomes sober again|| Well, she deserves to die, so I�m gunna hunt her down... ||Draws swords and makes sure their rust free, puts them away and pulls out her two sawed off shotguns. Opens the catch and pulls out spent bullets, a wry smirk comes over her face, a past memory coming up. Putting them away, she pulls out her assortment of throwing knives, grinds their edges with a pair of stones, puts a piece of paper on the blade, it slices right through...|| �he he, descriptive, again....� |
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