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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Aug 2006 14:31:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Dangerous liason</title>
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  <description>Vaako approached Kyra cautiously. He knew she would sense his approach, but it was something he was expecting.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What do you want NOW?&quot; she asked her voice laced with irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I, I wish to speak about the current living arrangements&quot; he said&lt;br /&gt;Kyra scowled sitting more upright to look at him &quot;Oh?&quot; she said &quot;Are you about to tell me you will give your wife to my love?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;He scowled before sighing, if she wanted to play this conversation that way.... &quot;I propose a Trade&quot; he said smiling as she looked even more interested &quot;Myself for Riddick&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You want to be with me?&quot; she smirked.&lt;br /&gt;He nodded slowly, cautiously. &lt;br /&gt;She laughed, a little soft chuckle at first that became a loud cackling laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&quot;Is it really that amusing?&quot; he snarled&lt;br /&gt;Kyra nodded still laughing &quot;Vaako have you even looked at your self? you look like a frakking advertisment for a Zombie!&quot; she laughed &quot;Your the most unattractive man I&apos;ve ever seen, hell I was a whore and you couldn&apos;t pay me enough to be with you!&quot; she smiled &quot;WOuldn&apos;t you agree Riddick?&quot; she asked&lt;br /&gt;vaako&apos;s eyes went a little wider and he spun around in time to see Riddicks attack........</description>
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  <description>Vaako walked into his quarters to see Dame Vaako giving pleasure to Riddick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth that is what he expected to see what he saw in actual fact was Dame Vaako applying make up. &quot;What happened to you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;A fight&quot; he said simply.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Did you win?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Of course&quot; he lied&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Good, I believe Riddick and his whore plan on killing you&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Most likely&quot; he agreed. &lt;br /&gt;&quot;Don&apos;t you care?&quot; she asked looking at him in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;If it speeds me to underverse&quot; he shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;She groaned &quot;you are an irritation&quot; she snarled.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I knew you believed so&quot; he said. &quot;Do you remember what I was before being Converted?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;She turned to look at him &quot;Why do you ask?&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 28 Jul 2006 16:39:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Trouble</title>
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  <description>Although having got a room at the Cafe, and planning on staying there. Soon his mind was made up to go home and face Lady Kyra, and Lord Riddick, and of course Dame Vaako. &lt;br /&gt;He touched the wounds on his cheeks and sighed. He walked out of the cafe and back home. He bowed to Kyra who was sitting on Riddicks throne. Although her first words gave him a very strong reason to believe that she may not have been the one from the cafe&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What happened to you?&quot; she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;A run in with a subordinate. It&apos;s been dealt with. May I enquire where Dame Vaako is...?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;With Riddick&quot; Kyra smirked knowingly.</description>
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