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 Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 7:46 pm
An old man opened the door. "Si?" he asked in Chilean Spanish.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 7:55 pm
"Substance?" Xander clarified, "That s**t didn't touch me, did it?"
He took a moment to think of how to answer Conner and decided against it.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 7:57 pm
"Oh, it touched you," Connor said. "It...well, I guess we'll say 'joined' with your back. It's in you, like it is with Tiki."
Tiki stirred a bit.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 7:59 pm
"Well, s**t...can't you get this s**t off of my back? I feel like s**t." he asked. It seemed that "s**t" was his favorite word for this situation.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 8:03 pm
"It's in you," Connor said slowly. Apparently Xander didn't understand.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 8:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 8:29 pm
"It isn't just in you, Xander... it looks like it integrated itself into you," Kurtis replied.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 8:32 pm
"Well, s**t." Xander said before falling silent.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 8:36 pm
"It might just be under a layer of your skin," Andreas added hopefully. "But we don't presently have the tools to take it out if it is. And I don't think quadriplegia is on your list of things you want."
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 8:40 pm
Xander sighed deeply, "Yeah, but alien crap inside of me isn't much better."
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 8:41 pm
"Better than a part of you," Andreas pointed out.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 8:47 pm
Xander nodded slowly.
((Plot advancement?))
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 9:05 pm
((Blarg...))
Xander stood, his legs were a bit wobbly, but he managed.
He grabbed the window sill for support, "God dammit..." he muttered. He swept his hand up to rub his forehead and knocked over an oil lamp that was placed on the window sill, "********." he said.
But something was wrong, the lamp wasn't falling, or at least not falling like it should. It was like it was falling in slow motion, along with everything and everyone else around Xander, What the ********> he wondered.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 6:39 am
The lamp hit the floor with a crash, shattering to pieces, and Xander felt a strange sensation, not unlike deja vu.
Before he could puzzle it out, Tiki awoke with a start, in response to the crash. He looked at the lamp, then at Xander, and let his head flop back to the floor.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 11:43 am
Richard simply put his hand to his head in a "phone" symbol, the pinky near his mouth and the thumb against his ear. He also made sure the G36C was very obvious in his hands.
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