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He poked his head into the tent just to make sure again that Greer wasn't inside. And stopped. There, on the dance floor there was a couple dancing that he hadn't ever dreamed to see there.

MOREAU.

The sea lion inside roared bloody murder and the man concured. WHY had Aubrey be standing right next to the evil man. Dressed up as Dr. Frankenstein, no less. SICK PUPPY. The Dude clenched his hands into fists and walked up to the two of them.
His mind wasn't really forming anything beyond the very animalistic growl, so he stopped a few feet away and glared.

Ambrose looked up over his half-drunk punch glass as he took a larger swallow than he intended. He hadn't seen the Dude in a while, and suddenly things were looking quite stormy on the dancefloor. Apprehension struck him as he saw the impending confrontation and debated getting closer - for better or worse.

Finally, he set down the glass and the paper plate (after popping another meatball into his mouth as a consolation) and approached the forming group on the dancefloor, a bit hesitantly. He could feel the nub of a tail pressing hard against his body, and it was frustrating. He wasn't scared! He didn't particularly want to get any further on the bad side of the man who held all of their lives in the palm of his hand, but on the other hand, Ambrose had every right to harbor a deep grudge for the man. It only made things worse to see Aubrey happily in his arms.

As he got closer, he heard the growl coming from his buddy and blanched - reminded of the dude's own reprimand to him that seemed quite some time ago now - a warning about the impeding animalistic sides growing within them.

He walked up behind the Dude and lay a hand on his shoulder - more of a warning than to actually hold him back, and shot him a glance, as if trying to let him realize that by growling, he might only be bolstering the man's ego.

Moreau looked between The Dude and Ambrose, he didn't look suprised either. From behind the glasses he was wearing he gave a half grin.

"I assume your intending to disrupt my date despite my late arrival to this little event." he gave a half mocking grin. Not suprised and on some level enjoying the attention.

"Later Ms. Zyn, at the moment I am on a date." he shot a glare towards Awen as well.

Aubrey's happpy demeanor crumbled instantly as the Dude surprised the doctor with a hard with a surprised hook. She just froze for a few moments, then -

"NICK!" she screamed, trying to steady/hold him. Her first instinct was to call the code to initiate the chip response, but unless the Dude came at him again, she didn't want to resort to that yet.

She helped Moreau into a kneeling position and put herself between Dude and him, shooting the Dude a very stern look. He would have to go through her to get to Moreau again.

Awen was hurt by the Doctor's glare. She had just been trying to help stop a conflict. But the Doctor really hadn't listened to her and....

The result was clear. She was shocked at first speechless as the others. She had no idea what to do freezing at the sight of it. She had heard how many people hated the Doctor, but she hadn't seen anyone actually do anything.... Or anyone seem to hate the Doctor so much.

She really didn't know what was going on between Moreau and the Dude but it seemed to be more than a simple stranded on the island thing. She shifted her weight and finally moved infront of the Dude.

She stared up at the larger man. "Enough...." She said in a soft, shaking voice. Her eyes were still wide. "Please..." She didn't know if she cared whether or not the doctor would be hurt more specifically... but outside of video games she really hated violence. It made her stomach churn.

She put a hand on the man's shoulder, just resting it there adding another dimention to her plea. She just... didn't want this to happen. There was too much drama tonight already and she couldn't really take this level.

She wished she would have just stayed at her duplex... Almost feeling like crying right now...

The Dude would have gladly continued, but Awen and Aubrey were now between him and the worthless human maggot:

"I am a beast, doctor. Did you forget? You are turning me into one. The sea lion made me do it." - he growled.

"And you did not save me there, sicko. Don't you dare making yourself into our benefector. If anything good happens to us at this island it's because of Aubrey, NOT you. And how more can you hurt me more then what you have already done? You changed Greer. HOW DARE YOU CHANGE her? How dare you bring all these young girls to the island to mutate and control. And then show up here, among us, dressed up as Frankenstein. Stick to your monitors, maggot, or suffer the consequences."

He was breathing hard, ignoring everyone, seing only the sneering face of their tormentor.

At least more fists weren't flying, Ambrose thought to himself. The harsh words were well deserved to Moreau, but Ambrose worried for the sake of his friend - the Doctor from what little Ambrose had seen of him was a man that could hold a grudge - already gloating his power over the Dude.

"Look.... Moreau. We're already your captives here. You win. We can't escape. But don't expect us to be happy about it. Aubrey, admittedly, is trying her damndest to make us at least comfortable while we're here. But threatening us...?" Ambrose shook his head, looking vaguely ill. "Admittedly...." Ambrose looked sheepishly to the Dude. "As good as it might have felt... throwing punches is pointless. It probably only makes him happy somewhere to see us acting like the animals he's changing us into." Ambrose gave a bit of a shudder, remembering the feral impulses that had come over him that night.