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Fidatof Bochinsky

PostPosted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 4:06 pm


F pondered the possible explanations, including the truth of the matter- That he wanted to drink this poor animal's blood. The animal Newt possibly still believed was a subject just like them. Damn, things were so complicated.

"Er, I fink it's best you don' ask." he concluded. "It doesn' involve anything fun for Gurty 'ere. How about some syringes too?" he asked casually. F realised he probably sounded like some kind of druggie more than anything. But while he had no 'natural' method of getting through the tough outer shell, it was the best he could think of.
PostPosted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 4:35 pm


Newt gaped at the flea-man in slight horror, mouth open dumbly as he visibly paled, "Ah... wuh-wuh-what?" He gaped, "I... ah... th-think... muh-maybe you sh-should ask the luh-labs about th-that... It's... er... n-not really my... ah... I m-mean...."

Newton Filinas


Fidatof Bochinsky

PostPosted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 4:51 pm


"Hm, Maybe. Vey just 'aven't been particularly useful lately." he mused with a shrug.
"So what about.. uh.." F struggled for a way to phrase it. He needed something to shave a small patch of fur off the animal where the needle could go. A regular razor wouldn't do. This would sound infinately more strange.
He began to think the truth would be more acceptable.

"Oh hell, you're a man, you can take it." It was possible F assumed too much. He launched into his explanation anyway.

"I'm turning into a flea, okay. I asked vuh labs for some blood, 'Nice and fresh' I said. So vey go and give me vis sodding goat. 'In it's original wrapping' vey say. Very funny." he paused for breath. "So anyway, I just figure I may as well go ahead and help meself." he glanced over at the animal, which snorted cluelessly.

"What d'you fink?" he turned back to the frog-man expectantly.
PostPosted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 5:09 pm


Despite Newt's horrified expression, there wasn't much he could argue with. He was turning into a frog- and frogs ate insects. He wasn't like the ruffed woman and so easy to judge. "I... ah... ooh." He swallowed, clearing his throat. "Th-that's a b-bit of a pruh-problem isn't it...?" He glanced after where Sayuri had dissappeared to again, fidgeting embarassedly. "Ah... wuh-what was sh-she doing wi-with you?"

Newton Filinas


Fidatof Bochinsky

PostPosted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 5:20 pm


"Y-Yes, it is." he unthinkingly immitated the man's stammer in his answer, and gave a slight grin.

F nodded along as Newt eventually trailed out his question. "We were jus' talking. I showed 'er my fire twirling." he said proudly, pointing behind him where a double ended staff was propped against his duplex door.

F couldn't really ignore the man's nervous movements and wondered if he was really quite so fearful to be around. Sayuri had seemed rather uncomfortable as well..
PostPosted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 5:27 pm


At the teasing, Newt's head dropped down to tuck his chin against his chest self conciously as he cleared his throat. The inner insec vs. human and possible consumption came swirling back into the frogman's mind, but he cleared it out with a nervious croak. "D-does sh-she... understand about the..." His mouth opened and closed a few times soundlessly as he attempted to get the word out without stuttering," island? About... ch..." his cheaks puffed as he tried to hold it in, "-huh-hanges?" he finished, panting slightly.

Newton Filinas


Fidatof Bochinsky

PostPosted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 5:43 pm


"Hey, y' barmy fing." F said somewhat affectionately, then aimed to give the man's arm a light nudge.
"You can't take yourself so seriously all vuh time. You got to learn to laugh at yourself.." he grinned, wondering if the man could take his next statement. "'cause you sound bloody funny." he couldn't resist, and gave a light-hearted snort. "Endearing, as well." he caught himself and added solemnly.

"I don' know." he admitted at Newt's concern. "She didn' seem altogether too surprised at vuh.." he trailed off, and gestured with a wave of his finger to his flea-like features. "We didn' talk about it." he shrugged.
PostPosted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 5:59 pm


The frog man swallowed, twisting his fingers self conciously, "I've all-all-allways sss... ssstuh... had trouble s-speaking... f-father... t-tried to... to g-get me to st-stuh-stop but I couldn't... He-" He huddled down, befuddled for a moment. "I'm... I'm suh-sorry... I'm s-sorry... I'm in th-the way I'll j-just g-go and... and st-stay out of y-your way.." He babbled suddenly, turning as though ready to hop away, cart or no.

Newton Filinas


Fidatof Bochinsky

PostPosted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 6:17 pm


F frowned. He seemed to have reduced the man to even more of a nervous wreck.

"Did you know Julius Caesar 'ad a stutter?" F said promptly, brows raised slightly. He actually meant Claudius, but that was a minor mistake. Roman Emperors were all the same, but his point still stood. F could think of plenty of people who had trouble speaking but got along fine. Even an awkward accent could be a speech impediment in places.

"Hey, Squire, what's your name?" he asked as the man turned away.
PostPosted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 6:25 pm


Newt stopped as F attempted to cheer him up, turning back with an untrusting look, "Ah... Nuh-nuh... Newton Fuh-Filinas, sir."

Newton Filinas


Fidatof Bochinsky

PostPosted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 6:34 pm


"Well I 'ad a fancy time meetin' you, Newton. And you can call me F, rather van Sir." he said with a slight chuckle. The idea of F being called Sir by anyone was horribly amusing to the former hobo.

"Listen, if you find anyfing vat might help me out wiv my little problem-" he tilted his head towards where the goat stood. "-Just pop it by, alright?" he nodded as if to release the man from the conversation he looked about ready to run from anyway.

"Cheers." he said with what he hoped was a reassuring grin, and turned back with the intention of chucking his fire staff back in his duplex.
PostPosted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 7:13 pm


"Ah... I...I w-will..." He nodded, fidgeting further. As F left, he murmured a quiet goodbye befor turning to the goat, "Ah... and... um... b-best ofluh-luck to you..." He gave the animal a weak froggish smile befor hopping back to his cart to be on his way.

Newton Filinas


Fidatof Bochinsky

PostPosted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 11:44 am


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Everything goes pear-shaped when Gaius tries to wrestle a bit of blood from the goat.


Fidatof Bochinsky
It was a little while after Sayuri, Newt and F had parted ways when the cafeteria doors swung open with a tuneful hum. The hum had not, in fact been produced by the doors, but by the F that emerged from them. This particular F was armed with a small package under one arm, a paper bag in the other, and a cigarette slotted between his flea-like mouth bristles. After being quizzed by Delia about his reasons for wanting the contents, she had eventually agreed and cooked him up a nice little box of fun things.

It had actually been easier than F was expecting, especially concidering that recent mess involving a syringe vs. Aubrey.

As he neared his duplex once more, F flicked his cigarette butt to one side and came to an abrupt halt in front of the farmyard animal that was tied up just outside. Time to milk the goat..

The animal bleated impatiently, catching the scent of something tasty within the bag that was being held in front of it.


Gaius Harper
Still wood and tool-less, Gaius was once again left to his own devices to entertain himself. There was only so much time he could spend in the boring grey duplex before he felt himself growing restless and nervous. It was strange, he'd always been fine in confined spaces, having been a city boy most of his life, but for some reason the green openness of the island made everything inside seem too small and restricting.

He'd left his duplex, clad in flip flops and shorts instead of his usual jeans due to the accumulating dirt - he really needed to do laundry some time - and wandered in the general direction of the village center, thinking to grab a snack or catch a movie.

A jaunty whistle escaped his lips as Gaius walked, eyes up on the blue sky rather than on where he was going. Thus, he nearly missed the man and goat entirely, until he heard the insistent bleat. His head snapped around at the unusual sound, thinking it to be another strange island creature, before he saw the two.

A goat was most unusual a sight on the island. Turning his feet in their direction, Gaius ambled over slowly, so as not to intrude. He held up a hand in a casual greeting, offering a smile. He couldn't see much of the guy from his angle, but he didn't look like anyone the architect had met yet. "Hey there! Out enjoying the sun too?" he said, though his eyes darted between the man and the goat, clearly curious as to just what was taking place, but too polite to ask what he was doing with the animal.


Fidatof Bochinsky
"Y' want some of vis, eh?" the man purred to the animal. He spoke in a rough Cockney accent streaked with strange foreign influences, his hand reaching into the paper bag and withdrawing to reveal a bunch of lettuce leaves. He waved them infront of the goat teasingly, which struck the ground with a hoof and tugged at its restraint.

"Oh- Yes-" F spoke unthinkingly, raising his handfull of lettuce briefly before turning his head towards what had sounded like an American.

He simply blinked in the sight of the taller, unchanged man, and then turned back to the goat, empty stomach steering his attention. He threw the vegetables at the animal's feet.

"Lovely day." F said casually as the goat began to collected them up and munch on them greedily, three-pronged tongue running along his bristles absently.


Gaius Harper
Gaius smiled as he saw the fellow feeding the goat. Perhaps it was a pet? That was very nice, really...

The smile quickly slipped as the fellow turned his face towards Gaius. He had the strangest looking moustache... that was a moustache, right? Gaius really hope it was, though the way it hung over the man's mouth... And what had happened to his face? It was like someone had come along and drew a knife straight down the middle, and then stuck the two halves back together like an apple.

Gaius stared blatantly before shaking himself, thankfully missing the sight of the bizarre tongue, and shrugged, trying to regain his composure. "Ah, yeah... Er..." His eyes darted between the strange man and the goat, deciding the goat was an easier sight to handle. Just when Gaius thought he couldn't see anything stranger on the island... At least this guy looked largely normal except for his face.

He stepped a bit closer to the goat, enough to hold a conversation without being too close. The fellow had a strong accent. Maybe he was from one of those poorer countries? Where they had farm animals for pets? That seemed likely with the goat. After all, it wasn't like they needed to kill anything for food! "So... uh, this your goat?" He spoke with a friendly smile, crouching slightly to examine the goat on its level as the creature ate eagerly. "Cute fella. Does he have a name?"


Fidatof Bochinsky
F only grinned slightly in response to the staring.

"No, not really." he answered the first question simply.
This was the second time someone had asked if it was his goat. F pondered the possible reasons for owning a goat by choice, and decided it would be a stupid thing to do.

"It's on loan." he concluded, waving a hand towards it vaguely. "I like t' call it Lousy Git, but I don't fink it appreciates vuh name too much." F didn't bother correcting Gaius's mistake concerning the animal's gender.

The food was only a distraction. Once the goat appeared sufficiently occupied, F kneeled down next to the animal and zipped open the package at his side. It looked a bit like a first aid kit. F seemed to consider the contents for a moment, then slowly tilted his head towards the other man.
"You ever.. uhm, given blood?" he asked the other man casually, eyes straying back to watch the goat.


Gaius Harper
That goat seemed quite content to ignore both of them as it ate. Gaius shifted closer, reaching out a hand to scratch it atop its head, a small smile crossing his face. He was thankful the strange man hadn't commented on the impolite attention he'd paid to his unusual facial features. Though up close, it was much harder to pass off those lip growths as a moustache. Maybe he was becoming a walrus? They had odd lips, didn't they?

"On loan?" Gaius looked up from the goat with a questioning expression. "How do you loan a goat?" A warm laugh escaped him at the comment about the name. "No, I guess not. But if the name fits!" He chuckled. "Reminds me of a guy I knew who had a dog named 'Dammit.' It was always 'Good boy, Dammit!' 'Get back here, Dammit!'" Gaius grinned as he continued to watch the scraggly creature between them, until F pulled out a kit from his other parcel. Gaius raised an eyebrow, and nodded slightly to F's question. "Yeah... when I was back in college..." His eyes followed the man's down to the goat, then back, clueless about the connection. "Why? Do you have to give blood at the lab or something?"


Fidatof Bochinsky
F gave an amused chuckle at the man's anecdote, momentarily distracted from the goat. "Sounds like a loving relationship." he laughed lightly, scratching absently at the bristles down one arm.

F then began to rummage in the box by his side, and eventually withdrew a vacuum-packed needle sharp syringe and an alcohol swab. He eyed the animal warily while carefully unwrapping the syringe.

The goat looked over at him blankly, lettuce leaves hanging from its mouth.

F narrowed his eyes and shuffled forward on his knees slightly, then glanced over at Gaius. "Great! You can give me an 'and, ven." he said cheerily, ignoring the question. F figured it would be easier if he explained as little as possible.

"Hold this git steady for me, will yer?" he said expectantly, as if it wasn't a question.


Gaius Harper
All conversation was knocked out of Gaius's head as the syringe came out. It'd only been so long since he'd been on the receiving end of one of those, but entirely different circumstances. A shiver ran down his back, but Gaius forced himself to remain casual, though he eyed the man as he prepped the needle.

"J-just what..." his voice squeaked before he cleared it. "Just what are you, uh, planning to do?" Even as he asked, he knelt down and placed a hand steadyingly on the back of the goat, which eyed him testily, snuffling around for more lettuce. It was really quite obvious, even for Gaius. Completely confused but ever helpful, Gaius tightened his grip on the goat's back, causing the creature to bleat. Just as long as the fellow wasn't planning to kill the goat...


Fidatof Bochinsky
F gave a silent smile. "You show 'im who's boss." he assured the taller man simply.

He inched forward and reached out a hand to pat the animal's side gently. It didn't stir, but continued to stare between the two of them. F took this as a good sign and edged a little closer, then settled down vaguely cross-legged on the ground next to it. After no objection from the goat, he leaned forward and.. realised he had no idea where to put the needle.

F floundered for a moment, memory blank. He found himself debating numerous locations on the goat's body.

"I'm not entirely sure.." the flea-man began uncertainly with a brief glance at the other man, but almost immediately cleared his throat and sat up straight. Of course he knew what he was doing. It sounded so simple when Delia explained it, it couldn't be too hard.

F chose a randomly selected location on the goat's leg to wipe with the alcohol before jabbing the needle into the goat's skin with cheerful enthusiasm.

Unsurprisingly, the goat didn't particularly appreciate this. It balked and struggled against its restraint, kicking backwards at Gaius before headbutting F squarely in the forehead just for good measure.

"Guh-Ow!" the man exclaimed, rolling backwards and shuffling out of the snorting animal's reach.

"Buggering Hell." he sat massaging his head while scowling at the animal. It looked blankly from F to Gaius for a minute before returning its attention to the remaining vegetables, the needle still stuck in it's leg.


Gaius Harper
Gaius tensed, watching intently as F proceeded with the make-shift blood withdrawl, the air of a witness of an operation about him.

When the strange-faced man made his move towards the leg, Gaius nodded encouragingly. Doctors took blood from the elbow, right? So it made sense to get it from the goat's leg...

The goat's sudden violent outbreak caught Gaius off guard. "Oomf!" A hoof nailed him squarely in the gut, sending the big guy doubling over. He gasped, trying to catch his wind, clutching his stomach. "Gah, ow..." He winced, straightening up slowly and glaring at the creature. Alright, no way was that thing going to get away this time. Blood be damned, Gaius's goal was to catch that bugger and make sure it couldn't pull another stunt like that.

Holding up a hand for F to wait, Gaius crouched and krept forward slowly. "Hang back a sec, I'll get it..."

He lunged, grabbing the goat around the belly. Not a good idea. The creature kicked and flailed with its free legs and tried to bite at Gaius. Ignoring the multiplying bruises, Gaius managed to get a hold on the back legs after some struggling, trying to avoid the front with the needle for the most part. "Quick!" he called, "Get the needle!" Of course, whether the needle had survived the wrestling was another matter...


Fidatof Bochinsky
As instructed, F sat back and watched the man vs. goat wrestling match, failing to contain a laugh as he did so. The shear determination- gosh this guy was hilarious.
"So is vis 'ow vey did it back in college?" he chuckled, absently rubbing at his forehead.

At the call for action, F shook off the laughter and hesitated a moment, unsure whether he wanted to get much closer to the fray.

"Uh.. You sure you got 'old of it?" he cautioned, not particularly wanting any part of the animal colliding with him again. It didn't really register that the man probably wanted F to be quick because he was getting battered in the mean time.


Gaius Harper
Another sharp kick to the leg got a grunt out of Gaius, who was oblivious to the teasing at the moment, far more focussed on keeping the wild thing under control. What was the guy waiting for?! "Hurry up before I lose my grip on this stupid thing!"

The creature was surprisingly slippery and agile for its size, wiggling about in Gaius's arms, slipping its head out and freeing one of its legs. Gaius practically threw himself on top of the goat, pinning it against the ground, his face pressed against the dirt. "Just get the blasted needle!" he called, half-muffled by the ground. "Before I lose my grip!"


Fidatof Bochinsky
"I'm jus' kidding." he grinned before springing forward. F sure picked his moments..

He lunged for where the goat's foreleg lay wriggling -which was actually an ear by the time he reached it- but F adjusted his trajectory and made a grab for the needle. He got hold of it, unceremoniously pulled up the plunger, yanked it out of the goat's leg and was then caught in the elbow by a stray kick. This caused the syringe to go flying, and F to helplessly watch as it sailed through the air and hit the ground a little way off. Thankfully it didn't appear to sustain any immediate damage.

"Abandon ship!" F yelled without delay. He then lurched away from the flailing animal and scuttled towards the syringe to inspect the winnings, with only a brief glance back at his partner in between.


Gaius Harper
At the call to retreat, Gaius gladly released the goat, departing with one last kick to the shin as he scrambled away from the angry little beast. In the entire process, Gaius managed to not only get dirt and grass all over his shorts, but scraped his knees and tore a hole in his shirt. Little bits of grass stuck out of his brown hair. But he had prevailed! A triumphant grin beamed from the man's face as he sat on the ground.

"Ha! We sure showed that goat! Lousy Git indeed..."

He turned to see how F was managing. "Did you get what you need?"


Fidatof Bochinsky
"You seemed to 'ave a knack for vat. You done mud wrestling before?" he grinned over at the man who appeared to have come out far worse off than he.

F looked down at the vessel clutched in his hands, and rotated it slowly on its end, mesmerised by the sloshing liquid inside.

However. Despite how delicately and lovingly F fingered the syringe, the scrap had indeed taken it's toll. As he turned it over in his hands, the end came loose and completely fell clear of the syringe. The entire contents of the syringe escaped menacingly down F's leg.

The man sat there a moment, watching his jean shorts soak up the blood. A look of utter devastation crept freely onto his features, mouth hung slack, eyes glazing over slightly.


The goat simply looked over from where it lay recovering and bleated as if to say "haha."

"You don'.. fancy 'aving another go, do you..?" F croaked quietly, a desperate note evident in his last few words.


Gaius Harper
Gaius laughed, grinned lopsidedly, and shook his head. "No mud wrestling... Just a lot of rough-housing back in the men's dorms at college."

He watched as F picked up the syringe, holding the precious red liquid they'd fought to obtain...

And then watched in utter disbelief as it all spilled down F's front. Every. Last. Drop. He reached a hand out as if to will the stuff back into the tiny vessel, an expression of agony on his face.

Too late.

At the question, Gaius looked up at F. Again? He looked back at the goat, which eyed Gaius suspiciously. The very idea was as painful as the aching bruises his legs were sporting. He flopped backward onto the grass with a dramatic sigh and groaned.

"Unnnngh... Do we really need that blood?" he asked, hoping maybe they could go without...


Fidatof Bochinsky
With a slight wimper, F blinked out of his frozen state of shock.

He then began leaning forward while slowly bringing his knee towards his head. The flea-man reached out his tongue to lick gingerly at the leg of his shorts. He could tell it would have been damn good blood, but the dirt and grime on his jeans sort of ruined the effect.

He continued to lick at it anyway.

"It's okay.." he finally said weakly. That was all he could he could gather the effort to say. Everything would still be okay. F just had to figure out how.


Gaius Harper
Gaius turned his head lazily from where he lay to see what F was doing, and started up suddenly into a sitting position. "Wh-What're you doing?!" He watched with horrified curiosity as the three-pronged tongue flicked over the bloodied pants, the man contorted like a cat cleaning itself. Despite all the obvious hints, it'd never occured to Gaius that the blood was going to serve that purpose.

"You... You..." he stammered, suddenly feeling queazy. "What in the world are you anyways?! I thought that blood was just for a test or something!" His voice rose an octave. Once again, the island was lending itself to the feeling of a horror movie. "I-I didn't know you were going to drink it!!"


Fidatof Bochinsky
F sighed heavily, a placid smile slipping onto his features.

"A flea." he snorted. "I'm turning into a ruddy giant flea." he announced dramatically, hands finding themselves in the air either side of his head.

While they were there a thought struck him. "Y--" Nah. He caught himself before he'd uttered but a syllable. He eyed the man for a second, and then carried on anyway. F didn't like to exercise much self-control.

"You wouldn' care to donate t' vuh cause, would you?" he gave a hesitant grin.


Gaius Harper
"A flea?!" Gaius practically yelped. His eyes bulged. "But! They're so tiny! H-How is that even possible?!"

His mind reeled. An insect. He was sitting beside a massive insect. First an octopus, and now a flea... Having no clue what his own serum was, Gaius's hopes about his own fate weren't looking too bright.

His eyes refocussed on F sitting across the grass from him. A... flea. 'Poor guy' didn't seem to do his situation justice. Gaius gulped, managing to regain a little of his composure, though he still looked unnerved. "S-Sorry about that... I didn't mean anything... It was just, uh, suprising to see the stuff with the blood and the tongues..."

He worked his way up to a knealing position, getting ready to get up, and paused. "Donate?" He tilted his head. "But the syringe is broken, and the goat doesn't seem-" Gaius trailed off mid-sentence as F's implication dawned on him. "Oh. Oh ho. No. No no. Aha ha... Er..." He held up a couple hands defensively, chuckling nervously. "I, uh, I'm sure I wouldn't taste good. To much, er, salt? Besides, I kinda have a thing about needles after... you know..." As he spoke, Gaius got to his feet and started backing away slowly. Not that F was a nice guy, but Gaius wasn't so thrilled with the idea of having his blood drank.


Fidatof Bochinsky
F simply shrugged at the man's incredulous response. He didn't know how any of this really worked. Could have been magic beans and fairy dust for all F knew.

He offered a nonchalant smile all the same. "Fair enough. I'm not going t' chase you down or anyfing vough.. You don't 'ave to run." he smirked slightly, tongue sticking out from beneath the bristles and wiggling a little. The guy suddenly seemed terrified.

"Fanks for your 'elp-" he said with an appreciative nod. "-even if it was all for biscuits." He added with a light snort. It did seem like it had been a bit of a waste of time. This bloke seemed the dependable type though, a good guy to know, perhaps.

F would have to fall back on the labs now, however. It wasn't going to work out with the goat. Much as F loved the thing's company.

As Gaius backed away, the flea-man looked back down at his jeans and leaned forward again, intent on retrieving as much blood as possible from the fabric.

It didn't even cross his mind to ask the guy's name.


Gaius Harper
"N-No problem..." Gaius offered with a nervous half-smile. While F had promised not to chase him, he still couldn't help but worry about possibly being pounced from behind and jabbed with something sharp. Silly, yes, but watching F lick up the blood from his pants wasn't facilitating Gaius's clear thinking at the moment.

"I'll just, er, be off then! Bye!" He managed a small wave and even a half-friendly smile before walking quickly away. Whatever happened to that goat was not going to be any of his business! And for all its struggling, he rather hoped the stubborn thing managed to live.
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