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He took another few powerful swigs from the bottle, lapping at it unconsciously to get it into his muzzle. Alcohol and the talk of Richard bringing doom to them all. It seemed so darkly poetic, in an assanine manner. One almost had to be drunk to understand the way that b***h thought, acted, and disrupted lives for her own devices. She was erratic and willing to go to any lengths to accomplish her goals. Jordan’s life was being torn apart by the two-faced b***h cat. He’d been pushed into a corner, near the edge of that proverbial chasm filled with jagged pointy rocks below. He had no allies anymore. She’s seen to that. Jordan was a force of one and he had nothing to lose at this point. If he was going to survive, then he had to push himself to the limit, even if it means losing his own sanity in the process. There was quite possibly much he could learn from Seth, to find the wild in himself, a lowly domesticated dog.

“Reechard.. musht beh shtopped.. shehsh ott of control.. Crazy ashhowe hash ruined mah lof!” he swung the bottle around angrily in his paws, nearly throwing it at the nearest tree. He stopped himself. Drink the booze, then throw the bottle. Jordan chugged the liquor contents, having to take breaths in the process that spilled alcohol into his fur. Then the bottle was dropped. It slipped from his grasp. He wanted to smash it, destroy it, imagine how he’d give Richard a concussion… but he just dropped it and began growling once more in irritation. “Thah focker hash envolved shumone who wush mah friend! Shehsh envolved that Duvot guy! Reechaaard hash avryone paranod! Sheth! Ef we dun stop hew, we will all beh dead!”

Jordan wasn’t exaggerating in his belief in that speculation. Richard was driving another nail into all their coffins with every action into his witch hunt. His eyes were big and brown with fear. “Sheh’d kill meh off shoon ahnoff!"

He didn’t smash the bottle as requested, listening to Seth confirm his fears of the cat-thing. He couldn’t help but lick his chops as all that liquor went to waste. Jordan wasn’t buzzed enough yet! He wanted to get drunk off his a** and sleep off a nasty hangover for a few days. He’d leaned forward in an attempt to lap up some of the booze before it all had time to hit the ground and absorb into the ground.

When that was proven to be a lost cause, yes he even tried to lap some out of the ground with a disgusted retching of the face as he spat out dirt. Sloshing his paws in the alcoholic mud, Jordan shrugged it off and followed after him.

“T’anks. Ah jusht need tah beh awah from avry’teeng fow a while. You’we a good friend, Sheth.”

He padded after Seth, keeping a few steps in line behind the man. It was safer if he let the man who knew the terrain to lead the way a few steps ahead, in case they needed to stop suddenly, he wouldn’t crash into the back of his ankles and he wouldn’t risk startling him by walking too close.

“Whar we go-eeng?” his ears swiveled like radar dishes as his nose flared with the many numerous scents.

Jordan hadn’t trudged through the jungle like this since he used to cross-cut into the village using his shortcut. He was nervous about being out here in the wilderness, but it was what he needed. He was soft on the ‘luxuries’ afforded him and the others and if he were really going to be get stronger, be able to defend himself in the future, he’d have to pull away from ‘civilization’ as it were. He’d have to engross himself into the wild element, survive in the wild, bring out the beast.

A… dead tree? Jordan was a bit surprised, but he really shouldn’t have been. It’s not like there’d be a hotel in the jungle. He quickly hid any reaction that would give away what he was thinking. With a shake of his head, Jordan moved closer, sniffing around the log before he’d ever think about setting foot inside.

He glanced up at Seth, giving him a nod. “T’anks. Ah haf ah lot of eediots ah wanna evoid.” Jordan pressed himself low to the ground and scuttled into the fallen tree, wiggling his fluffy body inside until he disappeared and all that was heard were the rustling of leaves.

Jordan felt hidden from the world. Safe(r) from threats. Yet, still, he remained somewhat edgy from his earlier anger. The darkness and solitude the log provided, though, would allow Jordan to inevitably fall asleep from drunkeness and exhaustion.

E is for Edumacationalness


Imma gonna lern me a book. RP log in which Seth teaches Jordan how to hunt, and generally be a wild person.

]http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=9324981

And as it turned out, Seth was absolutely correct. As an almost comical scenario as it was so absolutely normal despite the craziness of the islander, a receptionist answered the line as if she was a secretary for some wealthy businessman. She sounded just as disinterested, too.

"Feral Labs information line, how can I help you?"

The woman seemed still unimpressed, and an audible sigh could be heard over the speaker of the panel in response to Seth's animalistic hissing.

"Alright, sir. Threatening situation. Please hold."

There was then silence. No hold music, no polite recording telling him that his concerns were important to the company. Just dead air quiet enough to perhaps cause Seth to think that instead of politely placing Seth on hold and fetching the proper authority, the line had instead been cut.

The silence stretched for over a full minute when, finally, a new voice answered the line. It had been many, many months since Seth had last heard this particular voice, and yet the French accent and confident bemusement behind the words was unmistakable.

"Ah, Mr. Callaghan. What seems to be the problem?"

At that, Sabin scowled and rubbed his chin. Richard a threat? Certainly, she had a share of feline DNA that like many of the other cats on the island tended towards... "eccentrism", however she didn't seem nearly the threat that another certain feline was providing.

"Richard?" Some incredulity slipped into his voice. "I will review the camera logs, rest assured, however there are other subjects currently more threatening to both islanders and staff alike that are warrenting current consideration. Richard, at least, has yet to hospitalize anyone."

Although Sabin did start running an 'encounter' search between Seth and Richard to see how often their chips indicated that they came in contact with eachother, and flagged interaction videos. There were not very many of them, so this supposed encounter shouldn't be difficult to find.

Sabin gave a quick chuckle that he smothered under his hand hoping that the microphone didn't catch it. It was fascinating to see how the Thylacine instincts were bleeding into this individual who previous had been hooked to the internet and whose contact with nature probably consisted of a few shrubs on his way between a building and a car.

So a territory scuffle. It was entertaining, and not that surprising. Richard likely though a claim to a patch of land that really belonged to Feral Labs about as unjustified as Sabin did and pride didn't let him back down. At least at this point, it was probably nothing worth threatening Richard over. At least, not unless he needed more leverage against him, or something to humiliate him... (her?) with to goad her to do the job he gave her. He'd give the video a look over, however. Who knew.

"Well. I'll take a look into the situation, Seth. You may want to, in the future, consider signs. It's an interspecies message here." He grinned, curious to see if that would jar Seth into realizing how alien his behavior was, and assumption that scratchmarks or urine or however else he was marking his territory would be generally accepted by all the islanders. Still, it was interesting to see behaviors from an extinct animal imprinted on this man - and if Sabin hadn't already been inundated with a mileau of fascinating subjects and topics of subresearch on the island, finding out behavior patterns of an extinct species would have been fascinating to the once-professor.

"What else can I do you for?"