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 Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 5:56 pm
"Huh." F offered simply. "I suppose vat makes sense." He still couldn't see that goat standing to let him come near it with another needle, however.
Maybe Mr.Duplex 23 had some kind of.. goat magic. Or perhaps he would have to resort to knocking the thing out first. F briefly wondered it its horns would get in the way of clobbering it round the head with a shoe or something. F couldn't help snorting lightly at the idea.
"Er, fanks." he nodded with a hint of a smile, entirely unsure of how much trust to put in the doctor.
Once the connection had been cut, F lit up a cigarette and grumbled about the taste difference before heading for the door and opening it slowly.
He eyed the goat, which payed him absolutely no attention. Instead, as F noticed, it was busily gnawing on a now only slightly-wrapped parcel. After roughly ten minutes spent violently trading his cigarette for the package, F retreated back into his duplex to inspect the contents and possible goat-damage.
It seemed Sabin had actually come through, F realised with a grin, as he held out the tape player. He quickly whacked in one of his old, grubby looking tapes, hit Play, gave the machine a bit of a shake, and then sat back, entirely content to sit and listen to the tracks he hadn't heard in such a long time.
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 6:06 pm
A few hours later, another delivery is left at F's duplex. This time, there's a styrofoam cooler, and a small envelope taped to the top with "Bochinsky" written across it. Inside, is an excerpt of an article that looks like it was photocopied from a book: http://www.travel.za.net/africa_masai_p2.htmlInside the ice box, packed with ice, is two medical blood bags:  Yes, the blood is human.
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 4:11 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 1:33 am
F eagerly follows the scent of a party over at Alec's, which is cut short by the good doctor.
]http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=2605195&page=23
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 1:47 am
Fun with Stewart's secret lover~ Fidatof Bochinsky F had discovered that he was actually quite fond of the slight tang that O Positive blood offered to his sensitive new tongue. Of course it had, somehow, tasted distinctly human- but F could do little besides ignore that fact. And if he was to be honest anyway, it was nothing like the fresh, warm blood from that goat that he had only managed to taste momentarily. That goat would be cracked. After his and Gaius's last attempt, F did not particularly fancy taking the animal on alone, and so decided to take Sabin's advice and head over to Duplex 23, where he could apparently find some help with the unruly beast. F had also discovered that the goat did not like to be lead by the rope around her neck, especially by F. He had resorted to threatening it with a big stick in one hand everytime it snorted at him as if to suggest it was about to try and either ram, bite or spit on him. Attempts at the latter had still, unfortunately, been successful a number of times. As the pair reached the relevant duplex, F hastily knocked on the door without taking his eye off the animal. Which, likewise, stared placidly at the flea-featured man holding the other end of the rope. F still held the stick unsteadily between them, and started to wipe goat spittle from his arm with it. Stewart Young Stewart hadn't planned on doing much that day, he was trying to decide whether or not he should attempt to clean up his duplex when he heard a knock on his door. A little suspcious he got up and walked over to the door, opening it slightly he peered out to see who was there. Throught the small crack in the door all he could see was the strange looking man, who he had never met before, and totally missed the fact he was leading a goat on a rope around "Hello," He said to the new man "Is there something I could help you with?" Fidatof Bochinsky "Yeah." he said slowly to the barely visible man-ish creature through the crack in the door. "Er, I'm F." he said with a slight nod before pushing a dread from his face with the end of the stick, and noting the man's fairly impressive beard. "I was told you might be able to 'elp me wiv vis ruddy animal 'ere." he explained plainly, gesturing pointedly with the stick to the goat, which tapped a hoof against the ground as if bored and unaware. Stewart Young "Help you with an animal?" Stewart said sounding very confused "I was never very good with them but I guess I could try to help you". As soon as Stewart finshed the sentance he opened the door fully and well, he wasn't expcting what he saw. "J-Just what exactly do you want me to do with your...goat" He said feeling rather awkward. Fidatof Bochinsky F opened his mouth, which almost immediately seemed to cause his brain to ooze from his ears a little bit. His gaze fell from the decidedly goat-like man infront of him to the animal by his side, and back again. "Rrgh?" he asked intelligently, before giving a single, slightly hesitant "Heh." and a toothy grin. Well now, this fellow could possibly be helpful with the goat, but.. F wondered how the goat-man would feel about him wanting to drink the goat's blood. F licked briefly at the bristles along his top lip. The goat itself seemed immediately interested in the strangely similar being infront of it, and bleated questioningly. "It-" he began, before correcting himself. "She doesn' seem to like me." he concluded painfully slowly. "And, I need her to stay still for a while, and let me.. um.." he trailed off awkwardly, frowning slightly. "I like blood." he stated with a slight cheery grin, not yet realising how strange that likely sounded. Stewart Young Stewart wasn't really feeling comfortable around the goat, but that was probably caused by him trying to supress his goaty instincts and the fact the goat was bleating at him. "Oh," Stewart started trying to get his mind off the female goat "So she doesn't like- Wait, you like what?" This conversation was getting stranger by the second. Fidatof Bochinsky "Aha. Yes, well.. Flea." he found himself stating almost proudly, pointing towards his three-pronged tongue as he stuck it out from behind his mouth bristles. "Sabin gave 'er to me to.. erm, feed off, see." he explained, eyeing the animal, which still seemed to be focusing on the giant goat infront of her, and now began to strain against the rope to try and sniff at him. "He also suggested I ask you for 'elp after it all went to c**k first time I tried getting anyfing out of 'er." he mused, himself fortunate not to have sustained any real injuries from the scuffle. Gaius was likely rather sore after the encounter, however. "She's pretty arsey." he mumbled, frowning at the goat, glad he no longer had to defend himself against it with a piece of wood. Stewart Young "You like... goat blood?" He asked looking at the man's strange tounge and took a step back away from both him and the goat. He didn't blame the goat for not wanting to let the man get too close to her. He wouldn't want anyone getting too close to him with a tounge liket that either. After a short pause he added "You're not going to kill her are you?" Fidatof Bochinsky "Uh." F scratched at the bristles along his arm absently. "I can't say i's not.. heavenly." he announced hungrily, before eyeing the goat-man with a slight laugh. "But I'm not gonna go all Dracula on you." he wiggled his fingers in Stewart's direction with a grin. "And, nah. I'll try not to kill 'er." he said with a shrug, reaching into his pocket to reveal a scrap of paper, which he started to unfold. "I can't actually suck 'er blood properly or anyfing, see. But Sabin gave me vis little fing about vuh.. Masay, and 'ow vey drink goat blood." he began to explain, holding the magazine clipping out towards the goat-man. "It says very er.. shoot 'em wiv an arrow in vuh neck-" he read out incredulously, running a finger along the relevant paragraph. "-and ven catch vuh blood in a.. gord?" he paused. "You know what vat is?" Stewart Young Stewart reached a hand up to his neck as F began to tell him of the Massai and their blood drinking. He was trying to not be creeped out by this whole event, but being mostly goat now. He couldn't help thinking of F trying to shoot an arrow into his neck. But the man did say he wasn't going to go 'all Dracula' on him...That was a good thing, right? "A gourd? It's a type of fruit I think. People use them to carry liquids in... But where are you going to get an arrow?" Fidatof Bochinsky "Oh okay. Well a mug'll be fine, I'm sure. An' I fought we could just like.. use a knife or somefing." F suggested vaguely, apparently automatically assuming he was going to get help from the goat-man, and ignoring the unnerved looks he was getting. "I mean, I'm sure we don't 'ave to stick to vese customs exactly. I personally don' fancy plugging whatever 'ole we make wiv s**t, after all." he stated bluntly, pointing out the sentence about stopping the blood with dung and mud. "Maybe we can use a plaster." he said with a shrug, eyeing the magazine clipping for any other information. The goat, meanwhile, after being ignored by her larger goatly friend, had resigned herself to chewing on Stewart's doorframe. Stewart Young Stewart tried to pay attention to what F was saying, he really did. But his goat side was starting to appear once again and he just couldn't take his eyes off the goat. He felt like he needed to impress her somehow, wait, what was he thinking?!? He was a person not a goat! What on Earth would he want to impress a goat? "Um, yeah, that might work." He muttered trying to divert his attention away from her. Fidatof Bochinsky "Alright, so, I'll quickly get stuff from vuh canteen, if you stay 'ere and get 'er comfortable.. or somefing. Okay?" he asked, excited at how this looked at least more promising than his last plan, and not registering what might be going on in the man's mind. F didn't even wait for an answer before nodding anyway and dashing off to the canteen for a knife, a mug, and some bandages. He found himself salivating along the way, almost able to taste the blood already. Stewart Young "Uh, okay" Stewart said as he watched the strange flea man scurry off... But now he was stuck here with the goat. How on earth was he to make her comfortable? Talk to her? Light some candles and play smooth jazz? His goat side knew what it wanted to do, but well, Stewart was rather horrified at these new instincts. That and he really didn't want F to come back to a scene like that. Blushing slightly he put his hand out for her to sniff him. Fidatof Bochinsky The goat looked up from the splintering wood of the doorframe and peered at the offered hand for a moment before stepping forward and moving to give the fingers a gentle lick. F, meanwhile, had just started back towards Stewart's duplex when he realised that some kind of antiseptic might be a smart idea. So he turned back and pestered Delia some more, then headed towards where he'd left the billy goat and his little friend. Stewart Young Stewart was about to comment on what she did to his doorframe, but when he tried to speak all that came out was a loud bleat. Startled at what had just come out of his mouth, Stewart jumped, but he wasn't used to landing on goat legs. So he totally messed up his landing and fell foward, right on top of the poor goat. Fidatof Bochinsky The goat's ears seemed to perk at the sound of the bleat, but her excitement was interrupted by the large semi-human falling on top of her. The animal let out her own alarmed bleat and struggled, but couldn't go far with a rope around her neck. Of course, the most unfortunate time for F to appear is more-or-less exactly that at which he does. The flea-man rounded a corner with his arms full and immediately stopped in his tracks at the sight of Stewart seemingly mounting the goat. He was speechless for a second, until the antiseptic bottle slipped from his grasp and bounced along the floor, prompting him to blurt out something. "Oi, vat's my dinner!" he exclaimed, thick eyebrows raising. "I said get 'er comfortable, but I didn' mean for you two to knock hooves right 'ere!" he said with an incredulous sneer. Stewart Young After his rather unfortunate landing Stewart looked down and noticed the rather aquward position he was in. Just when it hit him what it looked like, a bottle seemingly feel out of nowhere and bounced on the ground. Looking up Stewart soon found F standing there in shock. He felt his face turn a bright red as he scrambeled back off the poor goat and quickly stood up. "T-This isn't what it looks like!" He said quickly responding to F's comment about 'knocking hooves'. "I wasn't doing anything to your goat! I-I just tripped!" Fidatof Bochinsky "Ahah, tripped." he repeated with an unconvinced laugh, kicking the bottle forward as he walked. "Smooth, Juliet." The goat shook itself once Stewart had pulled himself off of her, but still peered up at him as if curious and slightly confused. "You two can jive after we're done 'ere. But I don' want any unnecessary mess for now, fanks." He said as he stepped up to the bottle and poured some of the liquid onto the knife and then some onto a piece of cloth. "So you fink you could control yourself if I asked you to hold 'er still?" he asked with an cheery grin, waving the knife towards the goat. Stewart Young Juliet? Why couldn't he be Romeo? But this quick thought was banished from his head as soon as he figured out that there was a snowball's change in hell convincing F of his innocence. So he might as well go along with the flea's crazy scheme. But still, he had a really bad feeling about this whole mess "Really I swear I'm not attracted to your goat like that!" Stewart mumbeled before adding "So that's all I have to do? Hold her still?" That didn't seem too bad... Fidatof Bochinsky The flea-man simply grinned as Stewart swore his innocence. "Whisper sweet nothings into 'er ear if you want. She's not going t' like vis.." he warned casually, holding the mug out for him to take before he began to clean an area at the side of the goat's neck. F wasn't feeling quite as confident about all this as he hoped he seemed, but he had decided that appearing so would be his best bet in order to not freak the goat-man out. This was definitely better planned than his last attempt, but the goat's reaction to its unwilling blood donation would still be more or less uncontrollable. He could only hope that a fellow goat-like creature being there would tame her slightly. The goat did seem to have calmed down after being jumped on, but still glared warily at F as her neck was cleaned, and tried to pull away towards Stewart for protection. Stewart Young Stewart felt bad as the poor creature tried to come towards him for protection, but what was he to do? Wisk her away and run off towards the sunset? No, even though he still thought this was wrong. He still had to help, it would be over soon...right? "This won't take too long will it?" He asked looking down at the man cleaning the goats neck. Fidatof Bochinsky Still kneeling down in front of the goat, F was soon satisfied with the cleaning job. "Shouldn't do." he responded cheerily. As he picked up the kitchen knife once more, a fleeting grin snuck onto the flea-man's features as he found himself momentarily contemplating the seemingly imminent result of all this hassle. F's hands trembled slightly as he aimed the knife at the spot on the goat's neck, but he drew it back without hesitation, like a golfer preparing for a drive. This action caused the goat to flinch. F drew it back further regardless, and then glanced towards Stewart for a second, at which point the goat took the opportunity to give F a swift headbutt to the sternum. F promptly fell back, clutching his chest and gasping for breath. He instinctively swiped back at the goat's nose with a foot, but the animal easily avoided the vague kick. The man grunted from the floor. "Splendid job-" he managed to wheeze. "-wiv ve 'olding 'er still.. an' keeping 'er calm." he paused to catch his breath. "I'd imagine she's a firecracker in bed vough." he drawled, a three-pronged tongue protruding from his mouth slightly. "Per'aps you should do it?" F suddenly suggested with a hopeful, lop-sided grin, before considering that his phrasing may have been more than a little misleading. "Not shag 'er-" he corrected sharply. "-I mean vat." he pointed towards the knife that had fallen near his feet and held a hand out to take the mug from the goat-man. Stewart Young Stewart knew what was coming next, and he found himself unable to watch after the man drew the knife. But as soon as he turned his head away, the goat headbutter F right in the chest. He wasn't sure if he should feel sorry for F or be cheering on the goat. "Sorry," He said meekly " I-I got distracted" He decided not to respond to F's statement about the goat in bed, Stewart had gotten himself in enough trouble today...Then F asked him to do it "Me? I don't think I could do it." Yes, it was a horrible excuse, but it's the only one he could come up with at that moment. Fidatof Bochinsky F made a noise that was half sigh, half grunt, and dropped the arm that was raised to take the mug. "Alright. Don't worry. Jus'.. try and keep 'er steady, 'kay?" he said with a calm nod. He then shuffled forwards once more, and gently put his hand on the side of the goat's neck. His other hand was behind him for now, concealing the knife from view. "This won't 'urt a bit." he assured the animal with a brief smile, before plunging the knife into her flesh. His stomach jolted slightly as soon as the precious liquid spurted from the wound, and F realised Stewart still didn't seem to be paying attention. "Catch it!" he warned with a flail of his arms, as the goat struggled against whatever restraint held her. Stewart Young Stewart was releived when the flea man said he didn't have to do it, he just had to keep the goat still. Something that sounded much easier than it actually was. Then he looked down and saw the blood. Stewart had never been very comfortable around blood, and this was no exception. Somehow he managed to keep from gagging as he rushed to put the mug under the wound "Sorry," He mumbeled now paying full attention to what was going on. Fidatof Bochinsky The goat's struggling meant that quite a few drops splattered onto its nearby surroundings. This included the floor and Stewart. F winced slightly at the wastage. "Okay." F struggled to think what to do next. His fingers wiggled slightly as he searched with his eyes for the bandages. "Okay." he repeated, eyes straying back to the blood leaking from the cut like sparkling water from a fresh spring. "Is it full?" he asked impatiently, fingering the bandage. Stewart Young Being sprayed with blood was bad enough, but it was even worse that Stewart was worried whether or not the blood would stain his white fur. Stewart tried to lead away from the blood spatter while still trying to keep the blood cup steady. But this only caused a little bit of blood to splash out of the cup. Hoping it was full enough for him Stewart said "Yes, I think so". Fidatof Bochinsky F's eyes narrowed. "Right-" He had to do it. "-Hold that?" He offered the bandages out to Stewart, and then took the mug from him. After draining it within a few seconds, and basking in the virtual taste-orgasm, he turned back to the animal. F edged forward and carefully put his tongue to the goat's neck, the weak anti-coagulant in his saliva finding its way into the wound and giving the blood an excuse to keep on flowing. It may not have been the best thing for the goat, but it wasn't going to kill her. And F knew a single mug wouldn't satisfy him long. This didn't stop the goat protesting however, and she spat profusely at the flea-man when he got close. When this had little effect, she eyed Stewart lengthily as if calling for his sympathy. Stewart Young Stewart watched as F drained the entire mug as he held the bandages. This whole scene was just getting weirder and weirder. But he forced himself to stay there for some reason, trying to get his attention away from the fact that F was now licking the wound. Of all the things that he was expecting, that was not one of them. And to make matters worse, the poor goat was staring at him as if she was expecting him to help her. He felt terrible, but he knew that he had to ignore her. "What are you doing now?" He asked almost afraid to know that answer. Fidatof Bochinsky "Drinking." he grunted plainly between licks. "Why? You want some?" he snorted, pulling away from the wound to peer at the goat-man with a lazy grin. With fresh blood dribbling slowly down his chin, he likely looked rather manic. F licked it up with his flea-like tongue, a hint of an apology in his eye. He wasn't particularly aiming to disturb the goat-man, but nor was he going to fight the urges. F returned his attention, and his tongue, to the goat's neck. The animal gave her own distressed snort and pulled away, clacking a hoof on the ground repeatedly. Stewart Young "Uh, no thanks." He said trying not to stare at the blood dribbling down the man's chin. Would he be done soon? Stewart couldn't help but think this as he sat there watching the goat. She really didn't seem too pleased, should he warn F about this? Deciding not to say anothing, Stewart went back to watching Gurty's attempts to get away Fidatof Bochinsky Eventually, F physically pushed himself away from the heavenly spring with a small grunt. "Okay!" he announced, stepping back and wiping his mouth with his hands. "I fink vat'll.. do." he said uncertainly. The man apparently had one Hell of an appetite, and still wasn't exactly full. "Can you-?" he questioned quietly, gesturing from the bandages in Stewart's hands to the goat and her bloody neck. "She looks prepared to gouge me liver out." he gave a slight chuckle. Besides the goat's visible distain for him, F was pretty sure that he wouldn't be able to resist having another lick here and there if he came within reach again. Stewart Young "Oh! Okay" Stewart said nodding, the goat did look pretty pissed. He could only hope that she wouldn't take that excess anger out on him. But he silenced these worries as he moved in closer to the goat and started to bandage up her neck. He was still amazed at the amount of blood the flea man sucked out of the poor goat. She would be alright, atleast that's what he hoped. Fidatof Bochinsky F watched as the goat was bandaged up, standing back a bit and rubbing his stomach contently. The goat only resisted slightly against Stewart's touch, and seemed to be mostly preoccupied with glaring a hole in F as if she was hoping her own blood would pour from said hole and trickle back towards her. "See. Vis wasn't so bad." He said cheery grin. "You being 'ere really calmed 'er down." he nodded before putting a slightly bloody finger in his mouth. Stewart Young Stewart was happy that the goat wasn't trying to kick him, but it still was very disturbing to feel so close to an animal. At least it was over, he wasn't too sure how much worse it could of gone. But with those thoughts aside he said " I'm just glad she stopped struggling." Fidatof Bochinsky "Aye. Makes it seem less like we violated 'er." he said with a flippant grin as he finished licking the blood from his fingers. "And if vuh Gods ever demand a goat-shaped sacrifice, we know she won't complain terribly as long as your Studliness is around." he gave a brief theatrical bow, and then began to untie the rope that was attached to a railing nearby. Stewart Young Stewart felt his face blush a deep red as he listened to F "I-I don't think that will be nessiscary. We don't really support animal sacrifices anymore". At least Stewart hoped that there wasn't going to be a call for any goat sacrifices. Then he might be in the goat's place. He knew such a thing could never happen, but he just couldn't help himself. Fidatof Bochinsky "No, of course not. Neither do we." he responded slowly as he gently patted the goat on the head. F hadn't yet clued on to Stewart's priestly tendancies. His eyebrows raised slightly as he awaited an explanation for the sudden adoption of what he assumed was a Royal 'we'. Stewart Young What did F mean by we? Stewart was referring to the church, but by his appearance, Stewart guessed that he probably had no affiliation with the Catholic Church like he did. But he still had to ask "Are you familiar with the Church's viewpoints on animal sacrifice?" Fidatof Bochinsky "Which.. church?" F blurted, unable to recall seeing a church anywhere on the island. "Er.. Only on Sundays?" he suggested lazily. "Nothing smaller van a lemur? Lightly salted with a dash of parmesan?" F cracked a small flea-like smile, one which soon became a light-hearted grin. He scratched at the bristles along his arm even so, hoping he was far from right. After all, for all he knew, Stewart could be part of some strange, secretly violent, island cult. F imagined goat-people would be against animal sacrifice rather strongly, and wondered if perhaps it wasn't something to joke about. "My cousin was a Buddhist." he announced blithely, fingering the rope between him and Gurty. Stewart Young Stewart was now totally confused, what was he talking about? And what did Buddhism have to do with anything? Then it hit him, Stewart had never gotten a chance to introduce himself. So F had no idea of his profession. "Sorry, I never got a chance to introduce myself before, I'm Father Stewart Young, and I’m a Roman Catholic Priest. Fidatof Bochinsky "Oh.." F responded, and then grinned suddenly, apparently finding something rather humorous in the idea that the blood splattered satyr stood in front of him was a Catholic Priest. And they were on a tropical island. And he just downed a pint of goat's blood! F bent over slightly with the motion of a snort of laughter that he couldn't contain, and clamped a hand to his mouth. Then almost as suddenly, he stood up straight again, a rather worried look on his face. "Sorry." he croaked. "I jus' realised 'ow obsurd vis all is." Stewart Young Stewart couldn't figure out what was so funny, but then the irony of the whole situtation hit him. And well, it was kind of funny, or it would of been much funnier if it had not involved him. "Yeah, it is pretty wonky" he said with a small grin Fidatof Bochinsky "Well." he announced with a slight grin. "I fink I should get Gurty 'ere somefing to eat. A treat, per'aps." The flea-man looked down at the animal, who was now blanking him. She was doing so quietly, at least. "I'm F, by the way." he gave a small nod and then moved to head off, but before he left he reached to pat the goatly man on the shoulder. "Fanks for ve 'and, mate. I may 'ave to recruit your 'elp again some time. Bet you can't wait." he offered a wry grin, before slowly turning towards the cafeteria. Stewart Young "Good bye, today sure was...interesting" He said as he watched the flea man walk off with the goat. Shaking his head, Stewart walked back into the duplex, trying to think of ways to get the blood out of his white fur.
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 3:47 pm
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Island of Moreau Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 6:26 pm
It's another one of those nights. Bad dreams, bad feelings, bad in general. Your coordination seems off, you feel like you're coming down with a cold, you're hungry, you're itchy, you're irritable.... and overall, things just don't feel right. Abotu midday, the skin on patches of your legs, arms, back and face begin to discolor, and become more rough, like coarse leather. Indeed, minute texturing cracks can be seen along some areas along ridges of your limbs, or on joints. Any of your normal bodyhair from your neck down seems to loosen and fall, and many parts of the hair even in your mane of dreads loosens. Some, near the back, only held in place by the thick cording dreads, secured to the roots of the hair that IS still present. Others, near the front, the loose hair outnumbers the secured, and big ropes fall from your mane. In its stead, Far-too-thick hair pushes through your skin over your arms and legs through the leathery, calloused skin - almost a strange combination of hair and quills, but are pliable to the touch. Your feet begin to crack as they lengthen, the leathery skin forming segmented patterns, your outmost three toes shriveling markedly. Simultaneously, your pinky fingers wither and atrophy, your remaining fingers developing the same segments. It's this point where that crack down the front of your face continues down your jaw to your neck... and deepens... and deepens. With a sickening wet crack, your mandible fissures along the line of symmetry and segregates. The most eerie part is that the musculature allows you a marginal amount of "wiggle room" between the two halves. Your already tri-sected tongue develops segments, the musculature allowing strange articulation... and your face heaves forward into a strangely shaped muzzle. Then, when it's almost over... a squiggly, writhing sensation starts at yoru obliques as two points on your skin form pointed protrusions. Muscles contort underneath as shafts form and push the small "heads" of the new arms out and away into thin, segmented protrusions.
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 5:09 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 5:09 pm
In which F meets and greets a fellow blood sucker. And then transforms. Crunchy~ F had been feeling positively horrid all day. Cold sweats and crawling skin had resulted in a thoroughly sleepless night for him. And after laying awake for an uncomfortable couple of hours, he finally dragged himself out of bed at about 7am. He felt stiff and awkward, and something was pounding on the inside of his skull, demanding to be let out. But all F could bring himself to do about it was sit in a dry bathtub and smoke far too much. He had also found himself much hungrier than normal, and this was something his food certainly didn't appreciate. Gurty had lost the strength to resist giving up her blood to the flea after her third involuntary donation of the morning, and now the goat lay on her side just outside duplex 55, only half aware of the world. F was currently leaning against the animal's back, wearing just his shorts. He sat crosslegged, puffy eyes fixed on a jug of the goat's blood in his lap while a cigarette was raised to his mouth every so often. If F had remembered much at all about his first change, he may have been able to associate the feelings with an oncoming transformation. But unfortunately, alcohol had mostly hindered that event from making it into the man's memory.
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 11:36 pm
Tommy walked slowly toward the duplex referenced by Sabin so many days ago. Like all his life, he'd been quite the procrastinator for various reasons. Maybe he was scared to drink actual blood instead of that greasy bloody juice he found in the bottom of the raw meat tray in the chow hall. Maybe he was scared to meet the flea man...or maybe he was just lazy as s**t. Either way though, he had finally found time in his busy schedule of doing nothing to make his way toward F's duplex.
To Tommy's surprise, the man-flea was there waiting for him. He frowns for a moment before putting on his best grin despite his strange dental arrangement.
"Umm...hey there...you're uh...you're the flea man, right?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 4:02 am
F could have sworn someone had snuck into his room that night and stuffed his ears with cotton wool, because every noise sounded muted, like there was some kind of pressure pushing against his eardrums. As a result, while he was busy prodding at his bloated stomach, F was oblivious to Tommy's aproach.
The flea-man jumped considerably at the sudden closeness of the voice, causing the jug he was holding to jerk and a bit of the crimson liquid to slop over the side and splash onto his foot.
The goat behind him snorted lazily at the movement.
F looked up from the wasted blood with a tired, bloodshot scowl, and then spent a moment recoiling at the sight of the creature. It was baring its teeth, but F soon realised it didn't sound at all aggressive.. And anyway, he really wasn't in the mood for being eaten alive right now.
"Huh?" F grunted ignorantly before removing the now slightly crushed cigarette from his mouth. "Yeah." he grunted a second time without a change of tone, and allowed the smoke to explore his surrounding airspace.
"What ve 'ell are you supposed t' be?" he blurted at the deformed man. F generally found that rudeness was unavoidable and hense excusable when you were ill.
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Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 9:20 am
The bat-man just stared at F for a moment, seemingly lost in a daze. What he's really looking at though is the jug of blood that had just made its presence known. Just the aroma of it made his mouth water. It had been too long since he's had anything of substance in his stomach and...and...
Stop it Tommy...Jesus Christ, stop thinking like that. You're not the ******** animal they make you out to be.
Tommy shakes his head, as if clearing it, and made his way a bit closer. Close enough so that he can lean against the wall of the duplex anyway. Standing with his deformed feet could become a real pain over time. His eyes flicked from the snorting sound behind the flea man to said man in front of him. He tried to look nonchalant as he did so, but couldn't keep the slight tremor out of his voice at the question. It smooths over after the first word or two though.
"Vampire bat...and...therein lies the reason of my visit. The good doctor Sabin told me you were the one to go to...to..uh...well, for food. I've got the same dietary habits as you it seems."
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Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 1:22 pm
"Ah." F's brow rose slighty. Essence of vampire bat explained the rather Nosferatu-esque appearance, he supposed.
"Lucky us, eh? Well if you ask nice you might get y' very own vending machine." He drummed on the goat's side with his fingers.
"Although- You wouldn' imagine it right now, but vis buggar's more of a pain in vuh neck van you an' me both." F stated lazily, taking another drag of his cigarette before reaching to scratch vigorously at his back, too distracted to think about offering the jug to the bat-man.
"-Hey." he grunted instead. "Does vis mean you're vat er... Trevor.. bloke?" F questioned hesitantly, memory failing him. He did vaguely remember that shark boy mentioning the name of another blood drinker on the island. He'd just never got round to actively seeking the guy out.
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Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 4:14 pm
"Yeah...I tried that. They told me it'd be a little while before they can get me anything...said I should ask you while I'm waiting. 'cause...damn, I gotta admit...drinking that s**t in the bottom of the raw meat tray in the chow hall's gettin' old fast."
Tommy grins at the pun, "Huh...I was hoping they'd get me some of those hospital bags full of blood." He shakes his head some, looking over the flea man, "Trevor? Nah, name's Tommy...Tommy Christian."
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Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 4:39 pm
"Oh, right." F wrinkled his flattened nose at the sound of what Tommy had been living off.
"Ah, close." he waved a hand vaguely. "I'm F. ..You can just call me F." The flea-man sniffed and then re-arranged his legs beneath him to discover how stiff his knees were with a wince.
"'ave you.. tried vuh real fing?" He asked slowly, looking back down as he swilled the contents of the jug around a little.
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