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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/10/2017 5:18:09 AM
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Iris slowly took the knife from her sister's hand, twirling it around in her right hand with at least equal dexterity. The examined it, then looked up at Elizabeth.
"...you're practically asking for me to stab you," Iris replied, placing her right hand on her left forearm's sleeve. Once again, the knife was warped away into a storage area that could not be seen by either of the two. "Thanks, though," Iris added quickly, sitting back and watching Gideon row away.
She gazed quietly over the horizon, not yet questioning the murder of the elf. If her sister wanted to tell her why, then Iris knew that she'd speak up. No point in asking about something she wouldn't get the answer to.
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 9/15/2017 2:23:09 PM"I figure you wouldn't, but then again.." [i]From there, Elizabeth would only let out a simple giggle, though she would resume a silence as well, staring upon the reflecting ocean as well, its water's eerily calm, surprisingly enough. She wanted to make a joke about "stabbing", though she wasn't one for comedy - she figured that it would've made the situation awkward, especially with a dead man rowing. Soon enough, the only sound would be Gideon's rowing, and the waves that passed underneath them.[/i] "Think about it, though. I guess this is.. a new beginning. I.. might look into the Dojo, for work and "projects". What about you? I mean, I'd figure that we could.. make cash through "work", if there is any." [i]Elizabeth meant "assassinations and jobs involving violence" as "work", to be honest.[/i]
