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Post by raphael on Mar 26, 2006 0:38:06 GMT -5
"yes, please..."
Raphael gurgled and sputtered, but grabbed Jasmine's hand.
He struggled, but she was strong, 23 would have been proud of her daughter. Raphael coughed, blood was filling his lung, but he was trying to be strong, to stand on his own.
"I may not be around long enough to enjoy a world without you...but someone will remember my legacy with pride" *cough cough* "I may not be the greatest man, but to those that count...I was good enough"
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Post by Midnight on Mar 27, 2006 13:01:25 GMT -5
Jasmine nodded. She thought he was great, the father she never had. "Here," she murmered, trying to hide her emotions. "Iris's staff." Jazz passed the long slim piece of wood over to Raphael, still using one metal hand to hold him up.
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Post by raphael on Apr 1, 2006 20:20:49 GMT -5
Raphael looked at the staff as he held it in his hand, it was a curious object, and he had never understood the magic it wielded. He looked down at Jasmine and then over at Iris. His face turned blank, blood running from the corner of his mouth as well as a cut above his eye. Raphael was not in good shape, that was by far the truth.
"will anyone remember me when I am gone, will there be anyone to cry at my funeral." Raphael murmerd to himself as he stumbled, but Jasmine was strong and held his weight well.
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