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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 5:26 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 5:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 5:33 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 5:38 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 5:43 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 5:43 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 5:47 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 5:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 5:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 5:55 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 6:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 6:13 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 6:17 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 6:22 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 6:22 pm
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Strike sat there and heard no answer so he left to go have a look around town. Time to steal, or I'll never have enough for what I need.... Strike covered his wings in his coat and tightened things up so no one would notice him slipping their belongings into his coat. Strike walked down the street as a normal person. He slipped in and out of pockets easily, using his wind power to make his hands undetectable with a small current around his hand. He never told Zack that, he was once a theif. Like he would care, he doesn't care about anything but his own endeavors, not those of others... Strike had mastered this technique long ago, back before he met Maria even. It was the only way he could make a living. He never commited to anyplace until one time when he was caught. The man let him keep it in exchange for his help. This man was the original creator of the restaurant in the rockies. He made the plans. Since Strike was so adept with his powers, he helped him greatly. It was the first thing he had ever put his mind to. Then he met Maria, it gave him the chance to experience love. Strike gave her many things, mostly money for her family and village. She never spent it on herself. She always gave it to others. Strike loved her for that. She was free of greed, like Xixi. Strike saw a lot of her in Xixi. He would do what he did for Maria for her. The money Strike gave Maria got them their own house. This would be the same thing, except bigger. Strikes past went through his mind as he picked pockets all down the road. No one ever noticed him, they just kept walking. Some people are just fools, can't see what is happening before them.... All the more easier for me, he he.... Strike had a whole coat full by the time he was done. He had to find a place to stash this stuff. Xixi would never approve of him stealing. The field, that'll be perfect. I can hollow out the tree I sit under, it'll be the perfect place. And I'll seal it so only one with my power can open it. Not even the hardest hit will knock it open. Perfect... Strike headed for the field. He walked instead of flying. He knew stuff would fall if he flew. He got to to field and found his tree. He cut into it with one of his swords. He stashed his goods, put the piece he cut out back on, and eteched into it a symbol. It was a mark of the angels, it glowed as he eteched it in. My scar will be what opens it. The symbol shall be that... Strike eteched in the tree the word scar in a scriptic manner. The symbol above stopped glowing and Strike sat beneath the tree. Now when I reveal my scar and say angel it will open, my little pass code to treassure, he he Strike sat there and smiled knowing what he had jut done. He was pleased with his haul, a very big one.
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