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 Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 9:14 pm
Moreau lead Father Young back down the elevator and up to the front gate. He pointed in the correction direction. "Just a little that way is the village as we call it. Although you'll see it's pretty nice, you should see your duplex number on the door."
"It has a cafeteria and recreation building in the center of town. It's also where you can wash your clothes. It's a rather large building I don't think you'll have any trouble figuring out where it is." Moreau shrugged.
"If I were you I'd get some sleep tonight though, and get to know the natives in the morning. I'm sure you'll fit in in no time." Moreau intentionally recieved his guests late so that they would be tired. If they weren't when they got there he would gas them but for most, it wasn't even an issue. He still had a chip to implant.
"It was good to meet you Father," Moreau extended his hand again. "I hope you bring the word of god to these savages. One of them even hit me the other day." Moreau sighed and started back towards the lab.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 9:20 pm
"Sounds wonderful, and it's been a pleasure meeting you to Docotr. I do believe we will make a great team working with the natives. And by the sound of it, we do have our work cut out for us. See you in the morning Doctor!" Stewart finished with a smile then entered his room and was fast asleep soon after that.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 8:45 pm
First Encounters and the Devil. Stewart had finally dragged himself out of his duplex. It must of been jet-lag, because he had been dead tired . For the first time in days he was wide awake and exploring the village. Where was everyone? He wondered looking around. She looked at the camera grinning a little bit. "Pretty sweet stuff though..." She straightened back up and saw someone new over Joliette's shoulder, a feat which Awen was happy to report wasn't hard at all to do. "Another one...." Joli turned to see what Awen wa talking to "Hmm a wayward father" she mused lifting her camera to snap a real quick hoto but she left hte flash turned off Stewart was starting to get a bit worried, where were the natives? He paused for a moment, looking confused... Did he hear something click? Or was it just his nerves? She saw the confused look on his face and decided to maybe help him out...? "Hello there." She said and waved a little in his direction. Joliette's face was more of a poker face but she couldn't help but inwardly chuckle when he seemed to hear her camera "Hello" she echoed "Oh, hello" He said looking a bit surprized, but quickly regained his 'cool'. "...Are you two here to help with the mission trip too?" He asked, still oblivious to the truth. "Mission..trip?" Now she wondered if this could be legitimate. After all, with all the... not so holy things on the island a mission trip might be legitemate. "What mission trip?"
"Well... the Doctor does provide a lot for us." Awen smiled brightly. She still wondered if he knew... She just assumed natives of the island meant hte islanders already there. "But as far as I know there isn't a religious structure here. I don't really know if the Doctor is a religious man himself, personally I doubt it, but maybe he wants to help the islanders through the tough transition. Joliette had to be blunt, she couldn't help it, it hadn't been a great day and she really was still quite tired "Did you get an 'immunization' " she asked after a moment of pondering hte situation. "Y-Yes I did." He said looking at Joliette "But what does that have to do with anything? It's prefectly normal to get shots to prevent tropical diseases." Awen frowned instantly. So he didn't know... "I... hate to say but the injection isn't for... diseases." She sighed a little bit. "More lies Doctor..?" She mumbled to herself. Joliette nodded her agreement to awen's statement "I learned that this morning" she agreed. "Y-Yes, I did" Stewart said pausing, "What's so bad about that? It's perfectly normal to get shots when you go to a tropical island. I don't see how this is any different..."Awen frowned instantly. So he didn't know... "I... hate to say but the injection isn't for... diseases." She sighed a little bit. "More lies Doctor..?" She mumbled to herself.Joliette nodded her agreement to awen's statement "I learned that this morning" she agreedHargun decided to head out to the village this afternoon. Maybe shed run into Joliette or someone she knew. However once she was in range, she began to her conversation,
And one of them was Awen. Now would be a good time to apologize for yesterday, but it took her a bit of courage to head towards their direction. However once in sight,
she sheepishly waved and called. "Heya guys." She had forgotten that when hearing earlier there was an unfamiliar voice in the bunch. Hopefully he wouldnt mind... Stewart didn't know how to react when he saw the newest member to the group. The voice was of a normal human girl, but she appeared to be some kind of demon. Clutching his Rosary in one hand and stepping backward.
Stewart began to recite the Lord's Prayer, it was the only thing keeping him from screaming. What was this place? Hell?!?Awen quickly stepped forward and placed a gentle hand on the preacher' shoulder. "Calm down now.... It's okay. This is Hargun, she's not going to hurt you." She said softly to him. "She's an islander.">
Awen gulped a little bit. "Just calm down..." She looked up at Hargun and gave her a little smiled greeting. HEsitant though from the night before. "Hey Har...""Thats what hte immunisation is aparently supposed to do.. She's a bat" Joliette added quietly and looked towards Hargun unsure if she should be upset with her or not "Hi Hargun" she addedHargun paused and quirked a brow at the man apparently freaking out. "Hi Awen, Joliette." she looked down and sighed. "Hey, Im.. Im really sorry about the other night Awen. I didnt mean for things to go outta hand like that, and such.." she turned to Joliette. "And so now you know the truth I presume? I bet you really dont like me now." she said with a lame grin.
"No...No way" He said still not believing what he was seeing "There is no way a shot can do this, no tool of man can cause that. She is obvisouly posessed."He said, attempting to connect it all. Ambrose had had a long day previously, and set out of his duplex the next afternoon, surprised as he saw a large group forming in the middle of their 'village.' He was dressed in a short-sleeved polo and long khakis, but that did little to hide his feral appearance. Swallowing, and telling himself again that he would have to get used to this, he approached the group, despite the fact that Hargun was the only one there that he knew that well. And her last reaction had been less than comforting. "H... Hi guys.." He said mustering courage, and looking warily at the two completely unfamiliar faces.Awen turned to Andy as he approched ((by the way Awen thinks Ambrose's name is Andy...)) Oh..crap. She smiled brefly to him but grabbed the preachers shoulders. "Hey Andy!" She said quickly. >
"Newlings to the island." She started pulling the preacher away. "I think he needs some air." She was all for the truth but not this, especially not for a religious person, he's acting like they're demons.
"Hey How about we get you a glass of water?"
She nodded and lead the man towards the cafe. "I'm Awen by the way... let's get you settled and I'll explain." Get got to the cafe and set him down at a table going to fetch him some water. For good measure she grabbed herself one too. Coming back she sat down oposite him and slid him the glass."Thank you" He said picking up the glass and looking taking a sip of it. "My name's Stewert...Er, Father Young.... There isn't a mission trip is there?" he almost felt sick to his stomach, things wern't a perfect as they once seemed. She frowned and shook her head slowly. "I highly doubt it..." She said softly, setting her own glass down. "But...nice to meet you anyway, um Father Young." Stewart paused once more, trying to comprehend everything that had just happened, finally he said with a small smile "It's nice to meet you too Awen... This might sound crazy, but I do believe that there is something evil on this island..." Stewart paused once more, trying to comprehend everything that had just happened, finally he said with a small smile "It's nice to meet you too Awen... This might sound crazy, but I do believe that there is something evil on this island...""And many believe the evil to be Doctor Moreau himself." She said with a small sigh. "Father, I know you were told this was a mission thingy... but.... this island was designed by the Doctor to experiment on people... from what I've gathered those injections he gives us..start to make us change into.. well.. you saw."As the truth dawned on Stewart he almost refused to believe it. There was no mission trip. He had only been sent away because of that child accusing him of molestation. "It can't be," He said "No human is able to do such a evil thing. This is the work of the devil. I know it..." He never understood science, it was the only way for him to cope with the situtation.Awen squirmed a little in her seat. She wasn't always that religious. She believed in God and all that ood stuff but she always recognised science and didn't blame everything on the devil. "I didn't think it was possible either Father, but I've been here a month. I've seen, I've heard. No devil has been here. Only Moreau." She bowed her head a little.Stewart knew that there was something evil on this island. But he would keep that to himself, was Moreau the devil? No mortal man could lie with such grace, he had to be Lucifer. Was this an island of sinners? Did God place him here to purify the island? Changing the subject he asked Are there many others that have changed here? Like those two outside? "Only Joliette, the girl I was with and my friend Jamal haven't changed that I know." She paused to think then quickly added. "But most not to the extent of Hargun and Andy. Only a couple others are that far I think..." She was just going to answer questions, honestly. That was simple enough.Stewart sat for a few minutes, his brain was going into overdrive trying to absorb all of the new information about the island. And to think, only a few days ago his life was completly normal. "I still can't believe it, it's almost... too much. I almost feel as if I'm just dreaming."
"I thought I was seeing things." She said nodding. "I had it screamed into my head before it sunk in...".
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 5:03 pm
Breakfast with the Natives As usual the morning had tempted the innocent eyed Colche from her bed. She was always up pretty early and today was no exception. She loved, if she could, to watch the sun rise. She knew she was a little late today but if she ate breakfast really quickly she could go and play on the beach for hours, and hours! She grinned at this concept and had, for once managed to slip in to some meagre cloathing which she would probably remove in the near future. Cloathes just didn't do Colche justice, or at least thats how she felt about them. They were confining and uncomfortable and they got wet and rather heavy if she went for a sit in the sea. Still she only wore a rather baggy scrubs top. How she had gotten thos one was anyones guess, it was far too large for her falling past her butt and hanging from her shoulders showing off her spots and a few white scars while the sleeves came nearlly to her elbows, in short, it was rather too big for her! She smiled to herself as she walked, catching the scent of early morning bacon. She usually found herself alone in the cafeteria this early, she ate her fill, scoffing a huge bowl full of what ever she could place ehr hands on before planning her adventure for the day, why would today be any different? Stewart had only just recovered from the events of the past night. He almost didn't believe any of it really happened. He was a man of God, not a man of science, and as far as he was concerned there was a Demonic force on this island. Even if he had to exorcise everyone on the entire island, he would defeat it. He had gotten up early to have breakfast so he could perform his morning prayers without interuption. Stewart didn't really expect to see anyone else, but there was a girl out. who was wearing a large scrubs top... that was about it... He noticed what looked like tribal tattos that covered her body, was she a native? Wasn't the mission trip just a scam, were there actually natives here? Determined to find out he called out waving "Good morning! It's nice to see that I'm not the only one up and about!" Colche Jumped at being addressed, morning times weren't usually a time when she was all that effective mentally but seeing somone new and up as early as she was was something rather unusual in her books. She paused, pursing her lips for a moment she looked at the strangely clad man. She hopped from one foot to the other. She was always frightend of approaching a stranger, this man was certainly that. The cheetah inside her quietly pushed, she was supposed to be independant. Finally, she took a nervous step, eyeing the man carefully, though she didn't speak, she was too deep in thought trying to untangle whom the man before ehr was. Biting her tongue, she at last stood two foot away from the man eyeing him wearily she straightend ehr back and spoke "Colche" she said simply, shrinking a little at the sound of her own voice, perhaps it was silly to be brave around somone she didn't know. She still feard reprimand from males, especially whose whom weren't of the furry persuasion. Stewart watched as the girl came closer to him, clearly nervous since she stopped about two feet away from him. He couldn't believe it, there were natives on the island! At least this 'trip' wouldn't be entirely wasted. "Good morning Colche!" He said smiling "My name is Father Young, where is the rest of your tribe? Do they live near here?" Oh he was one of the chatty ones. She always got lost when they said lots of things to her, of course she picked up a few words picking them out as new ones or ones she had heard people say before "Mo..Ning" she mimiked at last smiling to herself she tilted her head in a rather curious manner, her huge cool blue eyes looking rather confused, still, he hadn't attacked her, or shouted at her, infact his tones were rather quiet and subtle "Farr..thur...yuh..ung" She nodded okay it was a strange name but she could remember it. She smiles softly, a slight nervous look still in her big cool blue eyes. Her belly gave an audable rumble at this point "food?" she questionedhim, almost asking permission from the man, she was hungry and ready for her morning meal. "Yes! Father Young, excellent Colche. You are a very bright girl" He said his smile growing wider, how he loved doing to good Lord's work. Then hearing her stomach rumble he relised what he had set out to do in the first place "Oh, how rude of me! I'm holding you up, let's go get some brekfast okay?" He after he finshed this he started walking slowly towards the cafetaria. "Brek..fast" she mimiked again, she liked to mimik it often made her sound like she knew more than she acctually did. The word Breackfast wasn't one she understood but she picked it out from all his other words because it wasone she didn't know. She happily boinged in to the cafeteria, she was definately awake now, with somone new to talk to, or at least learn a little from she was quite happy. Slipping through the doors to the cafeteria she headed straight for the food bar picking up the nearest bowl (a big pasta dish) she scooped anything and everything in to it, always taking a bite before dropping it in to the bowl. There was nothing she didn't like and nothing got discarded so in the end she had apple slices, bacon and sausages, a runny fried egg (which thankfully she hadn't taken a bite out of) some toast(which had been bitten thoroughly!) and a chocolate covers flap jjack. She smiled lightly at the father and plopped herself at the nearest table not pausing to wait she ate everything in the bowl in five minuites flat. Eating more like a dog though she used ehr hands to scoop things in to her mouth. The plate was clean and clear and she was licking her mucky lips long before the new man had sat down. Replete, she was willing to lisen, maybe he would teach her some things. She liked to learn and everyone knew so much more than her, at leats at the moment, Aubrey had said she would be really clever one day, she hoped that day would come every day she woke. Stewart watched as Colche ran adhead and followed her to the cafeteria, he watched her zip through the food line before taking a piece of toast and an orange for himself. After sitting down across from her be bowed his head and began to say grace before starting on his toast. "Bless us, O Lord! and these Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty, through Christ our Lord."Colche scrunches her brow, she bit her tongue, that was a whole sentence she didn't get. She looked extremely thoughtful for a little while then she smiled, thinking she got the gist of it, she puts her hands together and mutters "thu..anks... Aubrey.. toast" in a rather stuttery manner looking to the man for praise. Aubrey had told her she could have food any time she wanted so there for it was Aubrey who provided the food. "We are very lucky for the food, I am very impressed Colche! " He said with a sincere smile. THe wasn't sure who this Aubrey was, the name didn't really sound like a native God. But he knew they would have to take this slowly, she was very clever. He had expected it would take him days for a native to get what she had learned in one morning. Colche beamed, she liked being praised it made her feel extraspecially good. She gave a teeny giggle, her smile finally touching her dark haunted eyes. She liked this man he was nice "Father young Nice" she stated wriggling happily in ehr seat, she had almost forgotten she was heading to the beach today, so ensconced was she now in learning what this man was willing to teach her.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 8:26 pm
Reserved for ColchexStewart RP part deux!
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 9:24 pm
Welcome to Hell Father... Stewart was never one to suffer from nightmares, he had never had a truly scary one since he was a small child. Amongst twisted sheets soaked with sweat, the Father mumbeled unaudible words as his face contorted as if with pain. In his dream he was in a vast place with two huge glowing gates standing before him. As he looked down he noticed the ground was made up of what seemed to be clouds... Clouds, pearly gates. Was he in Hevean!?! He walked towards an old man with a bright aura around him. "Welcome Father, I-" The man was suddenly cut off when the ground suddenly dissapeared, he was falling faster and faster. The heat was unbearable, it was getting so hot. He landed with a thud, the screams could be heard everywhere. Fire erupted from a sea of lava, and the landscape was bleak. Dotted only with demons hearding the sinners into various tortures. No, it couldn't be... Hell? Why? He had live a pure life, what was he doing here? Just a moment ago, he was in Heaven. So close! Almost in tears he looked around for some way out, it had to be a dream. He couldn't be dead! As he was about to scream a dark figure emerged from the shadows infront of him, red eyes pierced the darkness, two long horns sprouted from either side of it's head. It smiled revealing many blunt teeth and simply said "Welcome to hell Father" Stewart finally awoke, he was breathing heavily and soaked with sweat. It had seemed so real, but it was all a dream... All a dream.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 8:42 am
The Demons...Are really people? Once again Stewart was out exploring the village, he didn't dare venture out into the jungle again without Colche. But it was a nice day, so he didn't have much to complain about. He hadn't seen any demons lately either, mabye it had only been his imagination. It must of been, it was very late and he had been very tired. That "demon" was probably just a very harry islander, or some strange jungle creature that had wandered into the village. Liking this new idea Stewart hummed a random tune while enjoying the islandHargun had found herself having fallen asleep outside her duplex where she had been relaxing the night before. Or.. was it that morning? Whatever. It was dark. Nomatter. She got up and stretched, yawning then went inside to change, comming back out with her pair of sunglasses on, her tummy rumbling. "Ack.. should go get something to eat.." she muttered, and headed out of the duplex area. It hadnt been very long when her ears picked up the sound of a man humming. Rather curious as to who could be so merry right now, she fallowed it until she was a few yards behind teh Father. Wait.. isnt that the guy who freaked out.. earlier? she thought, and quickly tried to hide behind some bushes before being spotted. Ah, laundrey day. One of the most boring days in all of MAHKIND. Amaya sat ontop of the washer while her clothes spun around inside it. Today she was looking particularly gothy, wearing her torn off black tank with the fishnets from the Halloween party along with the thick black belt and torn black pants. Afterall, it was dirty but it was the least dirty thing she had. As the washer shook under her she read through her 7th JTHM comic.
Hearing someone humming outside, she looked up from her reading material and leaned to try and see outside the door without moving. Grumbling, she scooted farther to the side to see and leaned farther.
And farther.
And fa-OHSHIT!
Amaya tumbled off the washer, limbs flailing as she toppled out of the laundrey room and landing halfway out the doorway, seeing stars. Having returned to her room two days ago to a whole mirror and hungry pets, Greer had decided to act her age, suck it up, and go out into the village in daylight. If little Amaya could take all this so well, she could at the very least live up to the maturity level her 'adopted' daughter thought she had. Walking down towards the cafeteria, she managed to turn the corner just as said lizard girl crashed out of the doorway to the laundry room. "Amaya! Sweetie! Are you okay?" Greer ran to her friend's side, not noticing anyone else. Stewart thought he heard something moving around in the bushes behind him, but after not seeing anything. He blamed the sound on his nerves. He was about to continue on with his nice walk when he heard, and saw, some poor girl come crashing out of the doorway. He was about to go after her when he saw another go help her... Something was very wrong here. Both of the women did not look exactly human. Did he not imagine the demon the first time, and there was more than one? Still in shock he just stood there staring at the scene adhead of him. Hargun had heard Amaya and Greer making a bit of noise up ahead. She wanted to jump out and shout to them, but instead crept out from the bushes and followed after Father. She looked at Greer and Amaya and sheepishly waved a hand then made several gestures to the figure in fron of her, trying her hardest to point out he was new, and exceptionally not easy towards her changes. Instead she looked like some babbling goose, trying to spread its wings and scare a little kid on the side of a lake. "I... leaned too far." Amaya rubbed the back of her head with a large hand and winced. She was dazed, but alright. "But yeah, I'm good." She gave a smirk and reached for her fallen comic to make sure it was alright, obviously in a much, much better mood then she had been ever since her second change.
As she stood, she noticed the preist staring and froze while brushing her comic off to stare back at him... then at Hargun, who looked like she was trying to mimmick a swan having a seizure. Raising a brow, she stood up straight but didn't say anything which... probably didn't help since her new feet looked rather dangerous and added a whole 4 inches to her height. Greer tsked, eyeing Amaya for wounds and taking in her outfit. "I'd ask you if you hurt your head, but it seems you did that before getting dressed this morining. Or you got attacked by a masked scissor-wielding bandit." Crossing her arms under her chest, she fluffed her wing feathers and turned to follow the girl's gaze. Random priest, Hargun jumping around like she was being electrocuted- Eeep! Greer had been raised vaguely Catholic, and so had some fuzzy, murky memories of men in a lot of black from when she was very little. How the hell had they gotten a priest here?! After looking around he finally noticed the demon from first time. She seemed to be using some sort of strange sign lanuage to communicate with the other two. But the odd bird one and lizard girl were speaking english. He would not freak out this time. No he would not show fear in the face of the enemy. He quickly crossed himself and said "Why are you demons here? Are thee slaves of Lucifer, or have you wandered out of hell? What it is you seek here on the island? Human blood? Souls?" Yes, he would stand strong in front of the enemy this time, even if he felt like shatting his pants on the inside. Hargun stopped flailing abou as the man turned around, and backed up just a tad bit. She raised a brow, and began to speak rather nervously. "..demons?" She was moments away now though from laughing so hard, her stomache began to ache as she tried to hold it in. "Eh... we.. we arent demons sir. Im not sure what in the freaking world YOUVE been told but.." Hold it IN. Be serious.. this isnt THAT funny! Moreau's got this man completely BLINDED in a lie! she shouted at herself in her head. "Amaya, Greer and I are not demons, not slaves to Lucifer, and we did not wander out of hell.." We're IN hell.. "Yeah and he w-Hey!" Amaya retorted, being in too much of a good mood to really stare at the preist very long. "I'll have you know it's laundrey day so..." She looked up at Greer and stuck out her large, pink tongue.
Then upon hearing the preist she almost facefaulted and turned back to look at him. "Uhhh... yeah, what?" She raised a brow and stared at him like he was the demon while listening to Hargun, completely lost and looking between him, Hargun, and Greer. Greer chuckled at Amaya's response to her teasing. "Be that as it may, even on laundry day I don't wear fishnets. Just as well: you pull them off better than I could have-" Demons? The hawk woman's mouth fell open at the priest's assertion, the shock staving off the urge to laugh. Blinking, she spoke, letting her confused mind wander. "We're not demons... heck, I can still say the Lord's Prayer and probably a Hail Mary if you pushed me. I'm not sure though, since I haven't been inside a church since my confirmation." He paused for a moment looking once again at all three of the women. The hawk, she could stand to speak the lord's name... How? We was becoming even more confused, and even a bit more scared. "A-Are you saying that it is true what the girl told me about the shots changing us? No tool of man could cause such changes. Obvisouly Satan is on this island, you all have fallen for his trap. May God save your souls" He said shaking his head, even though the truth had been explained to him, we was not leaving his little reality he had created. Hargun raised eyebrow again, yet even higher. "Whatever she said, if it had anything to do with a b*****d named Moreau, an injection, and us mutating into animals, then yes, its true." she grumbled, starting to get a bit tired of Moreau's name, and this man's impudence. "Satan equals Moreau if you want us to put it that way, but again.. we're not demons.." she explained, trying to come up with a way to proove it. She wasnt in teh least bit religious and it would be hard for her to think of something that would defy what he believed. Amaya slumped while watching the preist and Hargun try to explain it to him.
"She's right, and everyone on this island that's gotten a shot when they arrived is sealed into the same fate. And were not demons." Her brow furrowed and she looked around, wondering how to prove that they weren't. She wasn't one bit religious, really so she didn't know HOW someone could believe that much but... "Oh!" Reaching under her fishnet shirt, she pulled up her silver locket and slowly approached the black-clad man. "See? This was me when I was younger." Clicking it open with a claw, she let it dangle from the chain off two of her long fingers. She would let him see it while holding her hand out to him, not wanting to scare him off if she got too close.
Inside the locket was a picture of a couple on one side and a elderly woman with a rather young Amaya on the other. At his insistance about demons, Greer wondered idly if he'd seen or heard about her blow up. She definitely would have pegged herself as a demon after that little show... "I'm a scientist, and while I would never have thought science could go this far, I'm afraid it is possible. Although if you'd like to have us gave on some holy objects or get doused with some holy water to prove the whole not demon thing, go for it. But you know, just to be sure: Hail Mary, Full of Grace, The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now, and at the hour of death. Amen." She was suprised she still remembered that. Stewart could lie to himself no longer, everything Moreau had told him was a lie. Would he change into some horrible beast too? She had just recited the Lord's Prayer, no demon or posessed person was able to do that! They had just destoryed any hope he had left in his fantasy world. But he would pove this first, an exorcism mabye? Yes, that was the only way to prove what was really going on here. If it was successful, then we would have his work cut out for him... But if nothing was there, would he have to trust in science? He said something along the lines of "I need to go think this over" and started walking towards his house. Later he would get his exorcism equiptment together. But now he really needed get his thoughts together.
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2005 9:42 pm
What's this? Someone who knows Genesis? Once more Stewart was out walking around the Village, he liked this place. It was civilized, but it wasn't horribly crouded like the city. Another day he would have Colche take him into the forest again, but he didn't dare venture in to it's depths alone. After recieving confirmation of a hannukeah and candles, as well as tangible instructions, Chana was in a much better mood. She had decided to roam the village. She was so happy, she was humming one of her favorite songs.
Then...she noticed a man. In...a cassock? Oh...dear.
"Ah...hi!" she called out, trying to be polite. Inside, she was nervous all over again. Why oh why was there a priest here? Stewart looked around for the source of the greeting. His eyes finalyl setteling on a young woman with curly brown hair. Just a normal person, not one of those 'demons' that he had seen around the island. "Hello!" He said smiling "I don't think I've seen you before. But I'm pretty new to the island so I haven't met many of the others." Ah, I've frogotten my manners again, how rude of me. My name is Father Stewart Young" So far...so good. "I'm also pretty new here. Chana Cohen," she said, as she finally came up to him and held out her hand.
She really really hoped he wouldn't start in on how she was destined to go to hell unless if she converted. Or ask why she didn't have horns. Or anything else equally prejudiced and foolish. He shook her hand and smiled warmly "Nice to meet you Chana! It's also nice to see that I'm not the only one who is new to the island." He paused while looking around the village. Thank God none of those horrid demons were here. "It really is a beautiful island... Except for a few things. But never mind my rambelings, care to join me for a walk around the village?" "Um, sure," she accepted the invitation. At least there was nobody around...maybe she really had hallucinated earlier. Lack of sleep and stress could do that..
"So...um...what do you do for fun?" Chana asked, trying to make conversation."Ah, nothing too exciting" He said with a small laugh "Back home, I would usually be preparing for mass, or doing confessions. I must admit, since I've come to the island. I've spent most of my free time studing the Scripture. That doesn't sound like too much fun, but it is all very interesting. What do you think of it?" Chana chuckled a bit. "I guess I find it more interesting than most...I was actually reading Genesis earlier today." She turned and gave Stewart a smile. How funny! Aside from the mass preparations (d'var torah?) and confessions (consoling heartbroken teens), they seemed to have similar interests. "How interesting!" He said looking a bit surprized, but happy that he had finally met someone on this island who he could relate to "Genesis has to be one of my personal favorites. Currently I've been working on Exodus. I can't tell you how nice it is to finally meet someone on this island who knows what I'm talking about!" Chana laughed. "It's easy to say that Genesis is your favorite, since it covers a wider range of time than the other four books combined! Especially when you first get into Numbers and the census. G-d. I know that portion better than most," she offered ruefully. After all, she'd had to write a d'var torah that somehow related her life to "how to include a person in the census." Possibly the driest part of the whole Torah. "That is very true, most people ask me how I am able to read through it so many times. I don't have it all memorized though, for some reason people think that preists have the entire Scripture known by heart." He said shaking his head and chuckeling "Well, Chana. I hate to cut our conversation short, but I really need to go catch up on my prayers. I've been neglecting them, life's been quite... different here on the island." He finshed with a nod before heading back to his duplex.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 5:40 pm
Joliette looked through her pile of envelopes she went through them as carefully as possible having already poked holes in the corners of many of them by accident with her new claws.
She found the one she was looking for and slid it under the door of her friend.
Note Enclosed with Merry Christmas Father Stewart I couldn't think of anything else to give my friends so I holed up in the darkroom for a few hours pouring through my Photographic work and thought you might like this one... ~Joliette
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 10:54 pm
Sometime early Christmas morning, after a long night of restless, horrible dreams, Father Young awakens to another nightmare. The nauseous feeling doesn't end with his waking - and if he looks around the room, alongside a festive wrapped christmas gift (which deceptively contains a book of homoerotic satyr pictures and copies of old victorian prints) and a burning candle with an engraving of the satanic goat Baphomet. However, not long after consciousness returns, the reason that he awoke becomes evident shortly thereafter as the pain begins to set in. It starts as a headache that swells to migraine intensity. However, that's not the end of it. His hands and feet begin to ache as his fingernails and toenails begin to harden, thicken and legthen, turning a dark color. His ears ache as they stretch out to points. His eyes burn and water as his pupil reshapes, becoming a horizontal rectangle. Then, the crown of the change, the headache intensifies as small, matching horns push their way out of his skull. When he finally confronts a mirror - he'll also discover he's grown a small white goatee. Merry Christmas, Father Young twisted
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2005 8:43 pm
Usually Christmas was a peaceful time for the Father, one of the holiest days of the year. But not today, he had been haunted all night was horrid dreams. When he finally was able to pry his eyes apart, he noticed someone has left gifts in his room, he opened Joliette's first, smiling at the beautiful photo she had given to him. Next came the other gift, which was sitting next to some sort of candle. After closer inspection Stewart found it had some sort of satanic image carved on it. Digusted by the thing and the horrid goat-thing on it, he made a mental note to throw it out sometime soon. The gift was even worst though, someone had given him a book full of horrid pagan pictures. But before he could get rid of the things, his head began to hurt. It went from a small migrane, and swelled to a head splitting migraine. It got much worse though, as his hand and feet began to ache. He looked down in horror as he watched his once human finger and toenails change to a darker color and harden. His eyes started burning and he closed his eyes and tried to rub the pain away, but he was starting to hurt all over. When he was once more able to see he was horrified at what stared at him in the mirror. He had grown a small white goatee, his pupils had changed no longer the normal round ones of a human, and his ears had become pointed. The worst part: he now had small horns. What happened to him? This was Christmas! Was he turning into the devil? Or even worse, he could be turning into one of the devil's demons. No, he thought paleing at the mear thought of it. His life was now over, he could never return to Boston. What would they think of him? Some horrid creature of Satan most likely. He tried grasping his Rosary and saying the Lord's Prayer, but he could not bring himself to do it. He began to cry, tears turning into sobs. Hadn't he lived a pious life? What had gone wrong?
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 9:46 pm
Stewart finally emerged from his duplex, he had shut himself up ever since... It made him sick to his stomach even thinking about it. He could no longer stand to look in the mirror, the face that stared back at him was no longer human. He stumbeled outside, looking like a completly different person. His eyes were blood shot red, a mixture of staying up all night and sobbing, his hair had grown a little longer and the once clean shaven priest now wore a white goatee. Stewart let out a choaked sob as he staired at his fingers. How could he still wear the collar? He didn't deserve to wear it anymore. He was no longer a child of God, now he was some horrid spawn of Satan. His fingers fumbeled with the white collar as he finally was able to rip it off. With a loud curse he threw it as far as he could. He had to get away from here. He didn't know where he would go, just as long as he didn't meet anyone else....
It was VERY good to not be sick for once.
With this in mind, Kim was enjoying the air outside, nested against a wall with laptop and ipod blaring mixed music into her ears, typing god only knew what...
Well, until a curse overcame even the music, and she looked up over her glasses to see the father. A cursing priest, that had to be a new one... Her eyes caught something amiss, a mass that shouldn't be on the man's head, and it was only when she lifted her head completely that she noticed that they where horns.
Oh... boy.
Shaking her head a bit to chase a few subborn bangs, she couldn't help herself - ipod and laptop where closed and carefully put in their bags, and she went to him.
"...Hey there, are you allright... ?"
Stupid question, from which she would probabely get a stupid answer, but she didn't care too much. She was sick of seeing people suffering in one way or another here...
Lauren walked towards the priest, listening to her new iPod, given by the doctor, vocally yelling punk music into her pointed ears. She really was in her own little world, oblivious to her surroundings until a weird piece of cloth hit her square in the face.
She stopped stunned for one second, then a rush of anger and adreneline, then she realised who threw the thing.
A. . . was that a PRIEST?!? Lauren held back her laugh. Turning into a GOAT at that, of all things. A smile came over her mouth but she quickly put her hand up over it so no one could tell, removing her earphones and turning off her iPod.
And someone else came up, someone else she didn't know yet. If Lauren had been alone she would have tons of fun with the poor sucker. It would be almost too easy for Lauren to mess with his head. But she was there.
Lauren decided to PLAY the good girl.
Walking up to the priest and the girl with the long hair, Lauren put a false look of concern on her face. She had to keep her tail from wagging.
"Wooah, what's the matter. . . is he o.k.?" Lauren asked the girl
Stewart stopped, his fists clenched, just his luck someone was out today. He was hoping no one would see him like this... He had kept his past life secret, his was starting to fit in! But the this, it was almost too much for him. He looked over at the two girls talking to eachother, the one with the longer hair had spoken to him... But what did she say? He was too busy trying to figure everything out to catch what she said. They were talking about him. He knew it, there they were judging him. Probably planning on how to humilate him. Then remembering his now freak hands, he quickly stuffed them into his pockets.
"I got no idea." She admitted, shaking her head to the blonde. She focused on the priest then, eyes showing a bit of worry. "Are you allright ?" She repeated again, patiently. She gave a push on the black messanger bag that contained her laptop, keeping the strap from falling off her shoulder.
Alright now, more concern. . . show more concern. Lauren said to herself, her concern facade increasing to a really worried but not increasing too much as to say 'tons of anxiety here' that would be too much, maybe later. This whole acting was right up her ally, made her smile on the inside. Yes yes, she knew it was working although the priest spazzing aided in diverting attention away from her facade, making an ocassional smile creep out when attention wasn't towards herself.
She waited quietly for the priest to respond, holding her composure in case the words were all too good to hear.
Was he alright? Was he alright? He closed his eyes for a moment, and tried to collect his thoughts once more. After a few minutes he opened him and looked straight at the dark haired girl "I have been disgraced by the one who I trusted in most. My secrets have caught up with me. I have sinned in the past and now I am paying for it." His eyes grew wide as he stared off in the distance. He dropped down on his knees and tried to speak but his mouth refused to produce any sound. Finally he was able to mutter "Don't leave me here alone, I'm scared..." It was as if he was looking at someone off in the distance, but no one was there
....Ohhhh boy.
Kim's face right there was probabely very priceless - a mix of many emotions and undecision. What to do ? What the hell was she supposed to do ?!? He sounded like he had lost a few marbles...
She sent a glance at Lauren, then followed his insticts, so to say... croutching beside him.
"Im here... You're not alone. I promise." She wouldn't tell him everything was okay. Because things definitively wasn't.
Inside Lauren was bursting with hideous laughter for a short while. . . but it was indeed short lived. An instinct ticked in her head, quieting it down. And then a short split second she was actually a tad concerned.
Another part of that split second, Lauren saw the Priest and thought he was kind of cute.
She shook the thought of her mind, that was indeed just gross. Must be the mongoose again. . . but, oh god's what was she doing?
She found herself, reaching out her clawed hands to hug him. Her musk spraying him slightly. She found herself actually caught up in that hug.
Lauren then imediately retracted. . . a panic in her face. What did she just do? Did she just hug. . . a priest? Why? She didn't WANT to do what she just did. . .
Oooh, s**t. Lauren thought to herself. Of all the times. . . damn mongoose!! Her slitted orange eyes just stared, hoping for some form of escape but her mind stopped at the time leaving nothing to do but just wait.
Stewart almost jumped when the blond girl hugged him. Wasn't she scared by the way he looked? Why were these girls not running away from him? He was almost convinced that no one would ever want to talk to him again, he was sure that it would never happen to him. The changes that affected the others. Finally he said in a very small voice "Aren't you two digusted by the way I look? I'm no longer completly human... I'm turning into a monster, and it scares me."
"Im not." The answer came without a second of hesitation. "I do not judge people by how they look... What's the most important is what they are inside. I have no reasons to be disgusted by you." She smilled softly. "And, following your train of thought... if I did, I would be disgusted by half the island here, by the people I have started to call friends, and eventually at myself, because I know it will happen to me, too. This isn't a life I want to live."
The asian gentely put an hand on the priest's shoulder, leaving the other close to help him up, should he wish to do so and need help. "It's okay to be scared... im scared, too. Not of you, not of the others, but at the situation."
Lauren watched the interaction, she really cared about him and it was helping him. Did she like that? What did she really want?
Her head was spinning again, it hurt terribly bad.
"Yeah, I'm not completly human either, doesn't change who I am. I'm still me. . . I think." Lauren said, forcing the words out through the confusion in her mind. "I think ya look alright. . . for a priest."
This was not where she needed to be, too much conflict and confusion.
"Look, here I'm not feeling well, and it's not you." She said clearly to Stewart. "And it's not you either, please. . . ur help him?" It was almost a question as if she didn't believe she was asking this of someone. "I got to go, I feel sick and Damnit again it's not YOU." Her tail twitched as she ran off just as quickly as she came towards them. "Oh and nearly forgot." She threw the piece of cloth back at the priest, turning to run back towards her duplex again.
Her head was still spinning questioning her concern and her actions. They just weren't normal, weren't hers.
The yellow mongoose is a very social creature.
He caught the collar the girl had throw at him, with a sad smile he placed it in his pocket and stood up. Looking once more at the dark haired girl, he smiled his first true smile in days "Thank you so much for your kind words. I'm sorry I have to leave like this, but I really need to go collect my thoughts." He walked slowly back to his duplex, and wondered where on earth that blonde girl had run off to.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 7:58 pm
Rayanya was having the time of her life ever since Moreau got her her iPod. She loved the little gadget to death, and seemed to have it constantly attached to her ears. The only thing better was the new dress she had recieved; after wearing it a bit on Christmas day she hung it up, fussed over it, and straightened the fabric of it like she was posessed. Now she was wearing it yet again, dancing around her balcony to the tunes of one of her favorite songs by Nosferatu.
And not only was she dancing on that balcony; oh no, she was also singing. Singing at the top of her lungs, without a care to controlling her tone. It wasn't that bad of a sound, but it was far from a professional voice, and some of the words of the song were, well, questionable. A common theme seemed to be coming in the night, goring open someone's throat and drinking their blood til the person became a midnight bride.
Stewart had finally gotten over the shock of his sudden transformation, he had not accepted it. Oh no, far from it, but he finally didn't look like he had a major hangover. Stewart was in the middle of cleaning up his room after he lost it last night, the main mirror in the room had been smashed and the large picture of Jesus now had a knife sticking out of it and was in shreads. He wasn't wearing his collar either, he still belived that he was being punished and did not deserve to wear it. As he was going through the naughty pictures Moreau had given him for christmas, he grimaced and was about to throw them away when some started singing very loudly from the duplex above his. It wouldn't of been so bad, if it wasn't that horrid rack music kids listened to these days.Throwing down the picture he had been looking at down at the table, he rushed outside to see who was making all that racket. He finally discovered the source when he looked up. "Excuse me!" He yelled up waiting to see if she could hear him
Ray didn't seem to hear the man below her; her music was blaring full-force through the small black earbuds attached to her iPod. She continued to dance around and sing, and now one could see that she was arranging candles around strategic points of her balcony as she moved towards a proper spot. She paused for a moment, put a hand to her lips -- perhaps she had heard something? No, no; she took a black candle and set it down, then started humming the chorus of the song.
Stewart's eyes widended as he kept looking at the girl... What was she doing? Chanting and performing a Satanic ritual?!? It was bad enough that he was turning into some kind of demon, but now he had a girl who looked like she was about to preform a Pagan sacrifice upstairs. This time he yelled even louder "What the hell are you doing up there!?!" Oh well, he cursed again. But that was the least of his worries right now
Ray was just bursting into a new line of verse that she quickly killed; she had, indeed, heard something that time. She blinked a couple of times before pausing her iPod, then removing the headphones altogether. Her form loomed to the edge of the balcony, dress consuming more space than her form usually did. Peering down, she caught the priest in her eyes. What's this, someone she had yet to meet? She really should get out more.
"Oh, hello, you been calling to me? Sorry, I was listening to my music. I just got this iPod with tons of great bands on it, Nosferatu and Princes of Hell, even some Satan's Cradle, and their music's really hard to find! Want to listen?" The call was meant on good terms, as it was the way she would greet any of her goth friends back at home.
"Oh..." He said nodding his head, but looking a little creeped out "Ah, no thanks. I think I'm good..." He told himself that he would not get too creeped out by this, she was probably a very nice girl! Even if she reminded him of a vampire. Trying to get the conversation on a slightly more normal level "I don't think I've seen you here on the island before, my name's Stewart" He couldn't bring himself to say Father Young, he didn't deserve that title anymore...
Rayanya smiled down at Stewart warmly, though it would seem creepy if the man should notice the makeup on her face.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Rayanya," she called back down, lifting a hand in a beckoning gesture. "Why don't you come up here and chat, so we don't have to keep shouting between the balcony and the ground?" She was standing between two black candles and one red; there were other colors, but those two were primary. The young woman was preparing for a ritual, and should the priest indeed take up her offer, he would notice that the balcony floor was covered in chalk-drawn runes once he saw it.
"Okay!" Stewart yelled back up "I'll be right there!", a few minutes later he arrived at the balcony. His eyes went wide once more when he saw the symbols drawn on the floor. "Sweet Mary mother of God" he membeled as he noticed them. He made sure not to step on any of them as he walked over to the young woman. "Do I want to know what you're planning on doing up here?" He asked looking skeptical.
Rayanya shuffled away from the balcony as Stewart dashed up and had picked up a fresh piece of chalk. She had started drawing a mark of Thurisaz on the floor, a rune consisting of three simple lines (|>) and known throughout the modern world as the mark of the devil that had possessed Mike Meyers of Hollywood horror fame. When she heard him mutter, though, she quickly stopped, turned, and faced him.
She was scowling a bit now, seemingly slightly taken aback by his question. "Well, I'm working on finishing off the Jul ritual for the year. You can watch if you want. Careful not to step on the runes, this dress makes moving a bit hard and I've already redrawn a few by cause of it."
He took a step back when he noticed that she was drawling the mark of the devil. What kind of sick ritual was this? He knew that there were dark forces at work on this island, but were they all being summoned by this girl? No, she was probably just a pawn in all of this... "Jul ritual? You've not summoning any demons are you?" Most people would think this was a joke question. But he was being dead serious
Ray gave Stewart a wide-eyed look. "Oh Woten no, why would I want to summon the creatures of Hel? I only do that when I'm really, really desperate. And they don't listen very well... nor... do anything. Suppose its far too cold in Hel for them to be able to, though." Rayanya finished drawing Thurisaz and turned towards the priest again, standing from her crouch. She finally took a deep observation of him. "Where'd you get those clothes? They look like a priest's habit type outfit I saw at Hot Topic once."
Stewart wasn't sure if he heard her right, they sold priest clothes at Hot Topic?!? He was getting really confused right now, was this girl really serious? Looking very confused he said "I got them from the church I worked at, I am...Er, I was a priest. I'm not so sure about that anymore."
Ray completely stopped all motion and stared at the Father. After a few moments, she finally managed to say, "Oh." A priest? Oh gods. A priest on her balcony as she was performing a Norse ritual. Well... it was most definately interesting, and perhaps a touch ironic.
He noticed that she froze up after he said that, did she have something against the church? Was she one of those who thought they were witches? Or even worse, she might be one of those hardcore athiests. He shuddered at that thought. Trying to change the subject he said "Do you like it here on the island?" Terribly corny, but that was the only non-Satan related thing he could think of.
Rayanya leaned against the banister of the balcony, looking over at Stewart with a wary gaze. She hoped he wasn't going to start spewing fire and brimstone at her; she absolutely hated it when they did that. His question caught her a bit off-guard.
"Well... its kind of nice here, but something about the whole turning into animals thing makes it... a bit difficult to truly enjoy." She tried a smile. It was wary. "Other than that, the weather's nice. Bit too much sun, though, and I forgot to pack a parasol. How about you?"
He winced after she commented on the turning into animals part, how he was trying to froget about that. "It was nice until..." He wasn't able to finish the sentace though. He looked away from the girl and stared at a spot on the balcony as his hand reached up to touch one of his newly formed horns.
Ray nodded silent agreement. "Indeed. I just wish I knew... you know. What I was going to turn into, or when it was going to start happening."
Her hand moved uncomfortably to the collar of her dress, tugging at it gently. This was awkward. And odd. And she just couldn't figure out why he hadn't started ranting. "My first excursion on this island, my first full day here, I found out. I didn't want to believe... but..." She trailed off. "How long was it before you discovered?"
"I refused to believe it until it...happened. I kept making up excuses. But then it happened a few nights ago, and I can't deny it anymore... It's awful, and I still don't know what I'm turning to... Other than a horrible demon" He said sighing.
Rayanya nodded her head. "Well. I doubt that you're turning into a demon. So far as I've seen the doctor is only turning people into animals that exist on the mortal plane. Demons don't fall under that category." She looked at him, folding her arms. "Perhaps you're turning into a... let's see, what has horns. Mountain goats do..." She trailed off.
Stewart grew stiff when he heard that last part, goat? "Oh god, not a goat, anything but a goat. I can't be turning into a goat..." He look almost scared as he finshed that sentance.
Rayanya blinked. "What's wrong with a goat? They're rather noble animals. Well, at least in human view. They actually smell kind of bad..." Ray sinks, temporarily, into musing, then snaps out of it. "I mean, at least its not something totally despicable, like a slug." She shuddered.
"Oh no, I much rather be turning into a slug. The goat is the devil's animal, it's almost as bad as the snake. I-I" He paused after his studder, looking even more afraid "I'm sorry, but I can't talk about this anymore. I've got to go now. Sorry to leave like this" Looking almost terrified now, he left the balcony and headed back to his duplex.
Ray gazed after him as he left, muttering a quick "Goodbye..." She then turned and began to light candles, starting the ritual yet again.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 8:42 pm
That night, at 3am on the dot, there is a LOUD sound of an explosion, originating from the sky above the Island. Looking out, or anyoune outside would look up to see a brief fireball in the sky. Following that, any
power that is on begins to flicker, going through a few brownouts before finally shutting down altogether. If you happen to be awake at that point - you would notice all the lights around you, any electronic equipment that wasn't battery operated flicker and die. However, within a few seconds of the final powersurge and failure, you find yourself being pulled into a forced unconsciousness.
When you wake up, it is midafternoon the following day, though it would vary within a few hours depending on the individual. You are NOT in your duplex. You wake up to find yourself at the base of the cliffs on the far side of the island, with the water rushing close.
All of the buildings on the island are in 'shutdown' mode. This means that everything is locked tight. If you attempt to force your way into any of the buildings, your own duplex and the Town Hall included, then you will find that from the outside at the very least, they are impenetrable. If any window was broken - it is now fixed. All of the lights are off - in every building. Even the electric fence surrounding the main laboratory is turned off - though still closed. Attempts to break into the main complex will be met with equal lack of luck as breaking into a duplex or the town hall.
The only items you have on you are the items that you would have been wearing when you were asleep/fell unconscious: including clothing and perhaps a few battery-powered electronics IF You would have been wearing them. That's it. Everything else is where you left it - if it was in your duplex, it still is and you can't get to it.
There is no sign of what happened to the staff. The labs are quiet from the outside.
Welcome to the Wild.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2006 7:52 pm
Ian wandered through the forest. In the days that had passed since he had woken up with Emerwyn he hadn't seen another living soul. He hummed a small tune enjoying his closeness with nature when he heard some rustling from nearby. Altering his course to head in that direction he jogged easily through the jungle changing his direction as needed to find the source of the sound. He burst out of some trees and couldn't help but grin as he saw - a more catlike - Colche chasing a butterfly. "Ho Colche!" he called joyously at seeing someone else, forgetting that he was only wearing leaves to cover himself.
And Stewart thought that his transformation was bad, now he was stuck in the middle of the wretchid jungle dressed in a white t-shirt and his boxers. It had been a couple of days since he had awoken not knowing what had happened or where the others were. He had always hated camping, and now here he was... God, it was f-. But before he was able to finish that thought, he heard voices. They sounded like they were near too! He quickened up his pace until he finally found the others. "Thank god!" He mumbeled as he walked over to them. Did he know them? The cat girl looked very familiar...
"Ian!" Colche yelled, forgetting the blue butterfly almost immediately as she pounced the horned guy with an exhuberance that could only be classed as hyperactive. If she didn't run, Colche got very hyper, very quickly, and if she did she got very tired very quickly. There was possibly no good inbetween for her since she became more cheetah than human. Her tail twitched and she puurred happily. Her brain went in to think mode trying to link the Deer-man to one of her chracters in her books. Lucky for Ian she had never read rudolf. Her tiny round, fluffy ears twitched as she heard another voice and some movements in the bushes. Her nose twitched but she recognised the father immediately "Father young!" She stated releasing Ian to look at the tall, also horned man. There were lots of horny men around today it seemed. ((sorry that was so bad XD!)) Her tainy tail twitched. She little noticed that the two men weren't usually dressed, naked being Colche's natural way of toddling about it didn't phase her that others were trudgeing about naked too. She smiled happily, her mind twitching back to the butterfly for a moment which she looked around for in a head twitching, catty action. She pouted a bit, it had gone, but she had found people instead and even better, people she knew.
Ian didn't know the newcomer, and even though Colche called him'Father' he wasn't fazed, he just assumed that Colche had adopted him as a father figure. He staggered backwards before regaining his balance as Colche tackled him. He ruffled her hair affectionately. "And how art thou Colche?" he asked gently before turning to the man Colche called Young. "And thou sir, I do not think we have met." His eyes took in that the man was considerably more dressed than he and that he had undergone the first stages of transformation. "I am known as Ian Campbell, what is thy name?"
Colche!" He said smiling, "I haven't seen you in such a long time!" He also noticed that she had changed since he had last seen her, and that she didn't have...any clothes on. He started blushing when he noticed that it wasn't only Colche who was lacking clothing. Other than the leaves Stewart noticed that the other who he didn't know was much farther in the transformation. What was he turning into, some sort of deer? Ignoring those questions he said "My name's Father Young...Er, Stewart Young" After a pause he asked "Any chance you know what we're doing out here?"
Colche's head tilted as Ian ruffled her hair a soft, drawn out puurr echoed from her chest. She liked to be petted. Her eyes closed for a moment until she heard the father speak once again and she smiled. She didn't know what he said but she could take a guess it would be something about them not being in their duplexses. She did sort of find it weird that everyone was outside. She took a deep breath and bit her tonguge, her brow creasing as she tried to put her words in order "Heli..heli..uhm..big black bird go boom" She couldn't remember the word Helicopter, she paused for a moment "Heli..Cop..Tur" she nodded a few times looking proud of her self. "Not Aubrey, nasty bad, but not Aubrey, seventeen no opens" She bit her tongue once again, dubbing this exceedingly long speach as pretty much all the information she had. She nodded and smiled, waiting to be praised for all the words she knew. Her tail twitches again as she looks between the two men, expecting some sort of praise, usually when she spoke so much she got praise for it, after all, such a speach was very unusual for her.
Stewart couldn't help but start laughing after she said that, to him it really was the last thing he was expecting. "Ah, Colche. What would I do without you here to cheer me up," He said feeling so much better than he had in days. As he finshed this he plucked off a leaf from a nearby plant, and without even thinking about it started nibbeling on it. What was even stranger was that it didn't taste that bad. He knew that he had not been able to eat meat since his transformation, but this was really strange.
Colche smiled, her nose wrinkling in a smile as she puurred some more. She barely even noticed him eating a leaf. She contemplated reaching up and trying one herself but her stomach churned at the thought. She hadn't given up on chocolate cake (far from it) but leaves, well she obviously wasn't becoming a vegetarian. Her stump of a tail gave a quick wiggle as she yawned and curled up under the tree that the father was sitting under. maybe just a little cat nap would make her feel less hungry? She blinked a few times, a smile creaping on her lips happy she could make the good father laugh and loose his worries at least for a little while. She stretched and yawned cattily. She would wake up in a bit. Her big blue eyes looked up one mroe time, checking the two men were still there she curled up in a tight, though puuring ball and drifted off to sleep, a nap in the middle of the day was just what she needed to take her mind off her stomach.
Stewart smiled as he looked down at Colche. She was just so peaceful, if only he would be able to be like that someday. After looking up at the sky and wondering who- or what was might be watching, he grabbed another leaf and began chomping on it.
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