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Spider sat in a chair in the caffeteria, and snarled. he was outrightly pissed. It had happened again. he had forgotten what the hell the ticktockman had said. Druig induced amnesia, the shrinks had called it. he called it a blessing.
Beaches just sat on the table next to him, and gobbled down some chicken, purring like the fat b***h she was.
He grinned, and locked eyes with a random kid, which made the error to call him a paranoid crazy ******** in morsecode, by cunningly breathing in the right paces. It was not unusual to see kids, but in this base, he had expected somewhat more adults. Kids where so easy to make fun of, and to lead down the dark paths. Right now, one of these little genetic accidents looked at him in a funny way. He pondered for a minute, and then snarled some more. The crystal meth was helping him think clearly.
"I know that you are watching me, ticktock-hunk. "
He grinned, happy that he found out, and resisted the urge to blink. It was easy, because all of his tearducts where producing liquid after he had filled them with the leftofers from the siringe he had found in his jacket. aaaah, yes. the child began to squirm. That would teach that orwellian nazi b*****d a lesson. Sending his spies to watch him eat, that looked right like the clockwork people.
He grinned, and bit down on the alka selzer he had palmed in his mouth earlyer. being a serious drug-addict was a lot of work, but it was managable. being a good old fashioned dope fiend , on the other hand, was something that required talent, a bit of ingenuity, and a right dose of sadism.
Now foaming more from his mouth, he flicked his thongue, which was slightly elongated because of an unfortunate thongue piercing and a girl that french-kissed in a kind of ripping motion, through the foam, in the most obscene way possible. The kid gulped. Seeing this as active encouragement, he grabbed his crotch, gave it a good squeeze, and stopped his thongue only for a second to mouth the words "You're dead!" towards the boy. The boy got white, and left his table in a timely manner.
Spider sighed, and looked at beaches, turning around for his own meal of choice, a good old fashioned hamburger with fries.
Searching for a new way to keep his brain occupied, he began taking his pocket knife, sliced the still comfortably hot and salty fries in quarters, and shoved them up his nose. AAAh, that was pleasant. he felt something tickle in his nose, and poked it down with the bendy straw of his drink. Now a bit more relaxed that he was still respected in his dual workmanship as a serious doctor of journalism, and as a professional dope fiend, he grinned, closed his mouth, and drank his coke through the straw in his nose. This was the american dream in action.
he grinned, and sighed. fast food, people to scare, getting paied, and being allowed to shoot and possibly maim people he did not like. He grinned, and swallowed an other nosefull of coke. He was slightly bored, but untill the big cats would give him his first mission, he had to make himself comfy. he slightly wondered how he would get to more drugs, but then deccided that if they had a sick bay, or a vetenarian, or something like that, he would be able to supply his own stash.
Quietly,m he stared at beaches, who looked back. he could do this all day every day.

While the villagers set out to the hunt, ashes on their face and mushrooms on their brains, Larry slowly started to come to. Albeit slowly and limb-by-limb, he woke inside of a dark room lit by a single lantern. Larry's midsection worked the worst of his body and he walked across the floor of his cell hunched over like a senile beast. RIGHT into one of the bars that surrounded him.

"Ah, damn!" Larry cried, stumbling backwards and tripping "AH!! What the hell is this place?! How did I even get here? Hey, kid! You there?"

Korie of course was so close and yet so far from where Larry lay in medicinal semi-paralysis. And the only thing keeping Korie from him was a legion of crazed fanatics with spears. Not the best sort of odds for her OR Larry! This was evident in the way they spoke to Korie through the trees.

"Your friend's shell will be removed from his soul to reap the harvest!"
"And his blood will feed the next season's sowing!"
"Your lungs fill with air, but ours fill with fire! You only delay the inevitable."

As fast as Korie ran, the villagers were definitely in this for the long haul. Strangely, though, there wasn't a single person patrolling the village itself. Anyone who wasn't a hunter had shut the door to the house and placed a board over it, locking themselves inside. Not even Larry's tobacco shed seemed to have anyone in it but him.

It may have just been the mushrooms, but it seemed like Larry and Korie were dealing with some pretty substandard Earth-worshipers.

((Right, read everyones posts from my absence, and I do believe I have found a way to get my self out of this mess. I was supposedly still in the clocktower when the dragon decided to poke about in it right? Of so, then expect a post tomorrow.))

He wondered.

Was this death? If so, why was he dead?

No... this isn't death. He felt pain. He felt a wetness on his eyes, his lips. He forced himself to open his eyes.

That was a surprise. A strange sky, a strange building. Raising a bruised arm, he examined it. It looked... older. Pushing that thought to one side, he touched his head, probing in his hair, finding a swelling and blood.

'Some stone must have hit me. But what stone, and from where?'

Propping himself up as best he could without passing out from his pounding head, he took a look around, and instantly felt unease.

'Where exactly... am I?'

Rising to his feet slowly, taking in the sights of this strange town, and hearing far off beastial cries, he knew he had to get away. This wasn't right, he should be in Russia.

He needed familiar faces, to talk to him, to make him feel better, and wondered if he'd ever find any here. He looked up in the sky again. Two suns? Impossible, Earth doesn't have two suns. He laughed to himself, he had to be dreaming. The laugh faded from his throat as quickly as it started.

'If I'm dreaming, then why does all this feel so damn real?'

After standing on the spot for a minute, turning in place, looking at the buildings around him, he couldn't take it any more. He couldn't stay.

The man named Sergei Vlostok started to walk away as fast as he could.

((Oooh! Plot twist! ;D))

((Eh. Lack of postage. Gogogogo!))

Korie laughed darkly to herself as the villagers murmured the nonsense she predicted they would. "I knew it; it is some sacrifice for the harvest." Then her eyes narrowed as she listened to them saying what they were going to do to Larry and herself. All she could hear was the rushing air, the murmuring townsfolk, and her breathing, which let out white clouds of steam from the chilly atmosphere. But soon, Korie noticed something, as she kept avoiding the villagers' weapons. As she picked up speed, the villagers grew more aggressive and the murmuring grew in volume. Soon, she couldn't go a few seconds without having to jump or duck or slide close to the ground to avoid their spears and rocks.

She was wasting time by slowing down and evading, and Korie jumped high into the trees. There was a low hiss that vibrated among the trees and a shudder ran down her spine. Now she really wanted to leave. How messed up this was. They started this mission to look for a book, and now Larry gets drugged and Korie was running away from possesed townsfolk. Being a mercenary wasn't simple, was it?

"I must be getting close," she muttered as the villagers finally started to kick it up a notch, as she picked up speed and the chase took up more time; they started to shoot arrows and crossbolts. This was just perfect; she had to get to Larry soon, she couldn't just keep running forever. And there was no way she could burn down the whole forest. And then, her nose, still slightly filled with faint scent of drugged beer, picked up both a familiar and an entirely new scent. The smell of tobacco...mixed with a faint musk. A familiar musk, not strong... "Larry.." she gasped. The musk was combined with the scent of beer. "Definately Larry."

A little spark of hope had lit up then, and she started to sprint even faster. But then, out of nowhere, the next branch she was aiming for suddenly cracked under her feet, and waiting below was a cloaked villager, holding an axe. Her eyes widened and she dug her nails into the trunk, splinters flying and her fingers stinging painfully. She stopped only a foot or two higher than the villager, and she hastefully scrambled to continue, narrowly missing the axe that could have decapitated her a second earlier.

"Now they're chopping down my trees. This isn't good..." and out of frustration and built up axiety, she gripped her cut up hands into fists, ground her teeth together, and shouted a frustrated cry into the sky. Korie was getting close, and she could feel it. She had no idea how he got so far out, but that was the least of her problems, as once again a low hiss reverbrated through the trees.

"AARGH, DAMMIT!!!" Korie cried out in pain as yet another branch she grabbed scraped against her wounded fingers. By now there must have been a million splinters implanted in her skin. But she couldn't stop to treat them, to her distress. One hand had started bleeding and she had to continue one-handed.

Things weren't looking good, she was handicapped and she felt that she was either slowing down, or the townsfolk sped up. Or both. The only relief was that all the fresh air and trees had completely dissapated the sickening drugged scent in her nostrils. Now the only other thing she could smell was tobacco and musk. Finally, when she couldn't really stand how little progress she was making, she risked a moment to jump out of the treetops and crouch low to the ground.

Her ears and eyes alert, she lowered her nose to the ground. Damn, she felt like a dog; that's what she got for training her senses to be super sharp. A quick whiff of the ground. Leather, musk, wood, dirt and beer, all laying in the air and ground. "Bleah," she shuddered, getting up and jogging once more, "Do these villagers take showers? But then again, that could be Larry..." She was on the right path, but more growls and hisses made her pick up the pace, and soon, through the brush, she could have sworn that there was a flickering light in the distance.

From afar, it looked like a small fire. But as she got closer, it was more like a candle...a very tiny, very faint candle, as if the flame was going to die any second. The trees thinned, much to her surprise, and in the midst of a tiny, overgrown clearing was a shed. A tobacco shed, from the look and smell of it. The light she saw came from a small window on the door, a flickering flame barely illuminating inside. This time, a growl, almost a roar, came from the trees, showing the townsfolk's large discontent, and she almost jumped. Right nearby of the shed, however, was a largely-built villager, covered in a dark cloak, holding a large axe. They had a guard waiting for her. "Aw, crap," she croaked as the villager turned to her direction, her hands throbbing painfully.

((Same with mine. I know Snake mentioned personal problems, but Magiking has gone too. I need someone to find Sergei (Hrisskar), while he wanders about.))