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 Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 2:36 pm
Attached to the front of your duplex door is a handwritten note with the Feral Labs logo in the top left corner.
In a flowery script, the following message is written:
The Invitation You are cordially invited to a meet and greet Halloween costume party to take place Halloween night. The staff will be setting up a tent just for this occasion and will be catering, of course. We know that you most likely did not pack costumes, so if you will just leave a message with the staff (through the intercom) to let us know what you would like to dress as, we will be able to procure a costume for you. ~Aubrey heart
((OOC: The Halloween party will take place in a separate thread in the guild that will be made for the event. The event will last in real time from Friday Oct 28 till the end of actual Halloween, Monday the 31st. Feel free to come and go at your leisure. If you would like to get artwork of your character in costume, we can post it in the first post or two of the event thread - PM the art to Sabin Duvert and he will collect it to post when he builds the thread.))
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 2:10 pm
Reserved for Pyroth's costume plans.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 3:20 pm
Rp on page 42-43 of The Villiage. Pyroth Ignatius Pyroth had gotten bored sitting around and left his duplex for a time, making his way discreetly to the cafeteria, hoping to sneak a binge eat in without anyone noticing. However, as he drew nearer to the doorway, he caught the sound of voices from within. Damn.
Still, he had made the concious decision to go and have something to eat, and he headed in and straight towards the tables where the meat sat, ready for the taking. He picked up a plate, piled it high and sat down to munch, only then sneaking a glance at the two talking before digging into his meal. Awen Zyn Awen sat up straighter and her eyes widened at the mention of the beach. She seemed to be afraid. "No!" She yelped alittle bit before forcing herself to calm down. "um... No... No beach." She gulped a little bit.
She glanced up to the person who entered the cafe. He certainly like his meat. He seemed... a little strange as well. The same kind of pointed ears Colche had. And he also seemed a little...fuzzy as Colche put it. Awen seemed to grow worried. What sort of people was she sharing the island with really? Colche "PYROTH!" Colche shouted, yes, she acctually shouted a greeting her big cool blue eyes glimmering happikly as she noticed the first man she had met on this island. he had taught her many things on that firstmeeting and she hadn't seen him since. People she supposed, vanished on the island, she didn't know why she didn't seem to see anyone she knew any more. She looks hopeful that he will join them but her attention is drawn back to the blue haired girl whom sat at the table with her. The shouts of no made her pout a little, she would go on her own then, or maybe, maybe pyroth would come. she glanced at the other table again, didn't he like her any more? noone seemd to like ehr any more everyone had vanished. Awen Zyn Awen jumped when the girl had shouted to the guy at the other table. Pyroth was his name it seemed... She looked back to Colhce and noticed she seemed sad. She hadn't meant to offend the girl. Maybe she could explain...?
"Um..." She triedto think of how to word this so she just said it basically as Colche seemed to speak. "Awen afraid of beach." She said quietly. "Sorry." She honestly didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings. but she couldn't go to the beach at all. Her stomach knotted just thinking about it so she slumpedback down in her seat. Pyroth Ignatius Pyroth hadn't wanted to interrupt Colche and Awen, so had wolfed down his food before speaking. However, as Colche's happy yell reached his ears he gave her a warm smile (lined with razor sharp fangs XD) and said "Hello there Colche"
His gaze then came to rest on the new girl, at least she was new in that he had never seen her before and she seemed to still be relitively normal in appearance.
You poor thing, I wonder if you even know what this place is about, really?
He felt a stab of anger towards the doctor once again, another subject, another life probably dashed on the rocks. "Hello."
Amaya Vaughan Amaya heaved out a sigh as she approached the cafeteria. Man... what a bummer these past few days have been. She frowned and approached the cafeteria door, pushing it open without even a glance around the tables as she grabbed herself a bottle of water and an apple, not really feeling much up to eating a lot today. Colche Colche smiled, people seemd to be coming out of the wood works today "amaya" she puurs, quieter this time, all thoughts of the beach dashed from her muddled mind, she stood, her bunny still held in her arms she wanderd over to pyroth with a grin on her pretty face. "colche fuzzy pyroth" she smiles, looking proud of herself, it was something that didn't bother her being all fuzzy "colche bunny" she shows him the rabbit which she held on to tightly and had long ago calmed enough that it no longer twitched and fidgeted though it did still breath rather swiftly. She looks in all directions naming the people she knew, the new person who wasn't fuzzy was awen, and Amaya wasn't fuzzy either but she liked the beach and pyroth was very fuzzy and nice " she wanders back over to Awen then sitting back at the table looking back hopefully at Pyroth to see if he was joining them. "Amaya" she speaks the liozard girls name again tilting her head curiously. this was the first contact she had had in days she wanted to see everyone and show them her bunny. Awen Zyn Awen was taken aback by the man's fangs and the seeded anger in his voice. She wasn't sure if that was meant to come out in his hello, but it seemed to to her. "Um. H-hello there." She smiled nervously to Pyroth. "Pyroth was it? Im...Awen Zyn, nice to meet you."
She glanced over to the other girl that walked in. She seemed to have some sort of skin condition... Maybe some cream would help her... She didn't seem to be in a good mood at all either.
She seemed to be pretty frazzled by everything that she had just learned this day. She sat back on her chair nervously looknig at everyone. She knew this place was supposed to be a mental therapy clinic, but she didn't really know how bad it all could be. She assumed the people would mostly be like her, knowing the problem and trying to solve it. But these people were either oblivious to their problems or just...looked so strange. MAybe it was a bad idea to come here. She wished she was back on mainland with her friends. Pyroth Ignatius "I'm Pyroth Ignatius." was Pyroth's short reply to Awen, his attention was suddenly divided between many things, firstly, Colche's very different appearance.
"They got you too?" he asked her with just a hint of chagrin. Colche didn't seem to mind, her transformation must have been relitively pleasant. He was glad of that much. "Yes, now Colche fuzzy." he affirmed with another smile. "We should get badges in this club I think."
His gaze next fell on Amaya, who was not fuzzy but very scaly. "Bad day?" he asked. Amaya Vaughan The young girl blinked and turned around upon hearing her name. Until now she haden't really noticed anyone else, having zoned out the past few days and keeping herself occupied with small tasks. She knew Colche and had met the man Pyroth breifly the night of that whole drinking party thing. The other girl she didn't know, but the thought that she might be new here didn't cross her mind. "Hello Colche. How are you doing?" Slowly she walked over, clawed toes clicking on the floor slightly.
Green gaze then fell on Pyroth and she gave a slight smile. "Yeah, more like bad week." Another sigh escaped her lips as she sat down across from Pyroth but close to Colche and the other girl whom she didn't know.
"By the way, my names Amaya." She smiled slightly and waved her long, clawed hand at the new girl. Colche Colche smiles looking overly proud of herself she lifts up the bunny that was happily resting in her arms "colche bunny" she nods lightly her big blue eyes happy to see faces she knew. She had almost become used to seeing people that wouldn't hurt her now that it was nice to se them all together. Licking her lips she goes back to coddling the bunny, now lots of people were here she could proudly show off her newest posession with bravo. Awen Zyn She looked curiously to Pyroth when he had asked Colche "They got you too?" What was that supposed to mean? Maybe he was one of thsoe conspiracy nuts. She opened her mouth to speak but was interupted as she saw Amaya approching.
Her jaw dropped at Amaya noiticing for the first time the clawed feet and hands. there were no longer any excuses, any denials, any coincedences. Somethingstrange was definately going on here. Or.. maybe she had just had a long day.
She tittered a little nervously and slowly started from her seat. "Nice to meet you Amaya, I'm Awen Zyn.... and I think I'm a little dillusional. I've.... had a rather long day. I think maybe I should go back to my room and lay down." She laughed a little. "You would probably think I'm crazy but it looks to me as though you have scales and claws. I mean I was making up excuses for the other two.. I mean some people are just..naturally hairy with bigger ears and teeth, it happens. And well Colche obviously was tattooed.... but you.... I can't really think of another explaination. It must be the long flight or the ...water that's making me just a little too paniced to this point. Sorry...I sound crazy..." And indeed she was rambling. Pyroth Ignatius
Pyroth for the first time ever lost control to his instincts, letting out a low snarl, he felt the hair rise on his back where his hackles would be. It was a sound that was foreign to a human, like a buzzsaw, laced with menace and a bizzare blend of human and animal. He did /not/ have big ears. "Well, dear, our appearances are a result of something unpleasant going on on this island. I wouldn't sleep away your normality, the quicker time passes, the quicker you join us."
And with that, he got up and left the room, not wanting to get into another discussion about the possible horror of what he would become as time passed, he was already riled and didn't want Colche to see him get madder.
"Later."
Was his last comment as he left the cafeteria, into the daytime.
Amaya Vaughan "Yes, Colche cute bunny." Amaya smiled and nodded, taking a drink out of her water bottle.
Oh s**t, this girl didn't know? Her eyes widdned and she stood up, clawed hand held out to Awen. "Wait! Your not delusional! Sit down, 'kay? And I'll tell you what's... really going on." She looked down at her feet and immediantly wished she hadn't.
Upon hearing the growl from Pyroth's general direction she froze up, watching him leave without a word. Poor guy... Colche Colche pouts slightly her hugs baby blue eyes went from amaya to awen, hearing pyroth growl, she cringed slightly holding tightly to the bunny in her arms "bad" she whisperd looking at Amaya, then back to the frightend Awen "Tattoo?" she tilted her head softly wondering what a tattoo was. She bites her tongue "brave like starfish" she said looking at Awen, it was the best thing she could think to say right now , she wanted Awen to be brave like the starfish. "awen brave like starfish" she smiles hopefully, anting everyone to calm down all thsi sudden movement made her twitchy. Awen Zyn She stared at Pyroth as he chewed her out. She didn't mean to.... she didn't want to make anyone... Wide eyed she sunk back down into her chair once he left. What was going on. None of this made any sense. She put her elbows on hte table and put her face in her hands trying despretly to hold back the tears of frustration and confusion and possible hysteria. Everything was pretty much blocked out until she heard Colche's all to innocent voice. "Awen brave like starfish."
Although the thought of starfish made Awen's skin crawl she looked up to Colche. A moment just looking at her with an unreadable look then a small smile drifted to her lips again. "Thanks..." She said softly.
Glancing back to Amaya she looked helplessly "I didn't mean to cause such a fuss... I... I just don't know what the heck is going on. I mean I come to the island, a friggin island to get rid of my hydrophobia, that took a lot right there. I flew for a good portion of the day over the ocean, that was just... crazy I almost had a heart attack. And now I get there and see...see... whatever happened to you all. What else am I supposed to think other than I'm going crazy? I didn't mean anything by it, I didn't want to get anyone upset...."
She looked again on the verge of tears. "I want to go home... I don't care about the therapy anymore. I just want to go home..." She slumped back down onto the table. Amaya Vaughan Amaya could taste the raven-haired girl's fear and winced at the sensation. Forcing herself to smile she walked over to Colche and patted her shoulder. "It's okay, Colche. Pyroth just got a little mad, that's all... okay?" She tried to sound encouraging, but seemed to be failing.
She frowned and took a seat next to Awen, a clawed hand on her shoulder and her food forgotten. "It's okay Awen but... what did they tell you about this island? Why did you come here?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 5:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 1:22 am
Pyroth had not been sleeping well at all lately. Part of him seemed to want to be awake at night while the other half wanted to be awake during the day. The result had been a bought of insomnia the likes of which he hadn't encountered before. He hadn't left his duplex often, only for the neccesities like food and had spent much of his time actually trying to rest. It was hellish though, the constant tossing and turning, not to mention his dreams which seemed to merge into waking sometimes.
However, after four days of sleeplessness, his body was dead tired and despite his circadian rythyms being totally out of whack. He managed to doze off. It was an amazing feeling as he slipped into sleep once again.
That feeling was not to last unfortunately, fate decreed otherwise. That faint gas which usually signalled a trip to the laboratory seeped into the room in greater quantities, providing the reason behind why Pyroth had finally managed to get the rest he so desired, it slunk into the room silently, spreading tendrils of deepest sleep towards Pyroth who could not halt them. All too soon, Pyroth's somewhat restless sleep became infinitely deeper.
Next he knew, he was dreaming. It was the sort of dream where you were dimly aware of sleep but not fully. He was on the edge of the lands of his childhood, vast sweeping plains of rust red dust, fading to green grasslands. It was so real, he could feel the wind as it blew around him. Looking up, he was met by the bizzare sight of four suns, oddly bright, that hung in the sky. As he squinted in their light, Pyroth's world became nauseously vivid. For a moment the suns became four flourecent lightbulbs in a bright corridor, then were gone, only to be replaced with the feeling one was being observed keenly.
He let his gaze drift downwards and met the still, serene form of a coyote. The damnable creature seemed to be stalking his dreams, tormenting him with it's whooping howl. Without thought, he tensed, only to start as the coyote did the same. It got a fright too. An odd feeling coming over him, Pyroth raised a hand, only to have the coyote calmly raise a paw.
"Like a mirror."
Suddenly, the silence cracked, and, with a howl, the coyote turned and ran across the plains away from Pyroth. Instinctually Pyroth ran after it, for once running as if all the hounds of hell were after him. He could hear ghostly whispers, felt a stabbing pain in his arm but ran on, always on, after the red-grey canine that loped before him. He could not be left behind, he would never escape from this dream if he was.
Suddenly, and without warning, the coyote vanished and Pyroth was left running on air as he fell, fell ever downwards from the cliff which had decided to make itself known too late. The coyote, through some trick of gravity, fell alongside him, vivid reddish eyes fixed on his own. As it finally dawned on him just who he was looking at, the ground rushed up to meet him and left only darkness.
"Oh God."
The words blurred into the land of the waking as Pyroth finally managed to get his head together. He opened his eyes, expecting to be in the duplex, but instead found himself on the far side of the jungle, a little ways south of the lab. Not sleepwalking again surely? He had been doing that more often than usual these days.
He tried to put off the pain in his arm until he could do so no longer. The tell-tale red scar of the injection blazed there, a horrible foreboding of most likely unpleasant and moreover inevitable things to come.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 3:20 pm
Your skin begins to itch and burn as fur begins to grow out from everywhere. It is the same color and texture as the fur that has grown previously. Your entire face aches as it begins to push out, your mouth and your teeth reshaping into a small muzzle. Your nose becomes more accute than it was previously. Your hands and feet ache as the begin contorting, your hands getting thicker and your feet legthening, before long they have become digigrade (you'll need to walk on your toes). The claws thicken and darken further. They become completely canine in appearance. Your tailbone burns as your tail legthens further. Even as your eyes adjust and change they become more accute in the dark even as they change. Your eyes are those of a Coyote now. You can tell that even outside just appearances you are just as much animal as you are human now. 
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 4:09 pm
Those things Pyroth dreaded, they came, sooner than he would have expected. Barely had he picked himself up from the ground than the odd sort of heartbeat flutter occured that he had learned to associate with an immenent change. His mind raced as his body seemed to pool it's resources for a moment before proceeding. It was horrible being so out of touch with your own body's control. The calm before the storm was always the worst. He closed his eyes.
And it started. First the prickling, the same as it had been before, like needles of fire in his skin, so tempting to scratch but not something he wanted to touch. Panicking as he so often did, he couldn't keep his eyes closed and opened them to watch, horrified as fur grew all across his body, reminding him of one of those bizarre stop-motion films of grass growth. Only in his case grass wasn't such a fine colour. His calm was odd, he hadn't moved a muscle since the bizzare change had began, just gawped as his world numbed and slowed.
Perhaps this was all still part of that strange dream? It had to be.
Still, dreams didn't have pain. This did.
Wincing, he tensed all over, hunching over in pain as sharp blades of agony laced their way through his body. This was much worse than before, he could tell, and even had the breathed knocked out of him as his spine and tailbone decided to rearrange themselves, grinding and shifting in the most painful way.
"Xinra' Kintuk." he gasped through gritted fangs, cursing as the pain swept it's way into his limbs, taking all the strength from them and knocking him to the ground where he writhed as bones he didn't even know he had decided to take a migration to a little closer to other bones and further from others. He didn't care what they were up to, just wished that it would end, the pain would subside, leave him to die or to breathe, not keep him here, crucified on the edge of agony.
As for his legs, he could feel them, every inch of them as though there was some major shifting going on. It was like growing pains as a child but EVERYWHERE and all at once, a thrumming smug sort of agony that made you barely able to breathe but refused to relent. But apparently Pyroth hadn't experienced everything, the new sensation that began to set in took the crown from the previous agony and called it a baby.
Pressure, pressure like he had never felt before seemed to well up in his head, as if two very strong hands were pressing extremely hard just in front of his ears. It made him feel like his eyes would pop or his brain would simply be crushed under the strain and he actually whimpered, whimpered exactly the same as the coyote he had killed whimpered when he struck it. The memory combined with the sound laced talons of ice along his spine but was quickly pushed aside as the pain intensified in his nasal area and shoved forward some of the bone, making Pyroth extremely dizzy.
Then it went black. Not the passing out kind of black but the black of utter blindness. Pyroth panicked and was about to grab at his face in an attempt to feel what the problem was when vision returned. However, this time, he could see the jungle about him, clear as day, just all in complete black and white. Of course the moon was high in the sky, that still didn't explain this accuracy of vision.
A feeling like someone yanking his ears with considerable force hit him and his audio range also seemed to adjust to a strange level, able to hear things below and above what he normally could, animals for example, rustling in the trees.
But the most significant intensification again was his nose. Who needed colour vision when you could practically smell the colours? It was creepy and awe inspiring all at once.
Then, without warning, it was over. Pyroth lay where he was for a time, flat on the dirt, panting in an attempt to restore his lost breath, terrified of another shockwave hitting him. But nothing more came, just a little tingling as fur adjusted and grew the last few millimeters. So he got up. Or at least tried to, encountering a little problem with his newly resculpted feet, however, once he discovered the use of his tail a little, he could balance better, holding the short but nevertheless effective aqquired appendage behind him when he moved.
Quietly, still abosulutely mortified out of his wits and most likely in shock, Pyroth did the only thing he knew how. He made his way back to his duplex - through the jungle, at night no less. And actually went to sleep. Good. Real. Dreamless sleep.
It didn't change his shock when he woke up and looked in the mirror next day.
His frantic yells of denail were testament to that.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 10:41 am
Cassidy rp at the beach.Cassidy Smith Cassidy had parked the wheelchair in the shade, but she herself was sprawled out on a blanket on the warm sand in full sun, something which not too long ago would have given her a brutal sunburn. She had a book, which she was deeply involved in, and a plate of meat, morsels of steak and such, which she would, at odd intervals, swallow whole, and wash down with a sip of iced tea. This was, if not perfect, as close as she could reasonably expect right now. Pyroth Ignatius Pyroth, who had steadily regained a bit of his self confidence as he adjusted to his early changes, was now back to being somewhat nervous. However, something had changed in him, rather than shy away and hide in the shadows or his duplex, he felt like his new fur gave him a defense of sorts, something to hide behind, add that to the fact that a new restless ran through his every nerve and he had to get out, regardless of who he would meet out there.
Getting up out of his bed, he headed directly out of the door to his duplex, making sure not to catch his reflection in the mirror. Walking on his newly shaped feet was odd but not uncomfortable, the muscles showing an elastic resiliency that didn't really take much effort to use. It was unsettling but he tried not to think as he made his way down to the nearest refuge, the beach, feeling deeply strange, his canine ears flicked back in apprehension, his tail, like all coyotes, held pretty low behind him.
He actually was tempted to run, something he hadn't done in years, and even then only when no other option presented itself. It was surreal but not entirely unwelcome. To be honest, he felt younger in body than he had done in a very long time.
Paws met sand as he stepped onto the beach, squinting his strikingly animalistic eyes in the sunlight. Where was there to sit?
He spotted Cassidy not far off, and feeling that he might as well deal with this apprehensiveness early, made his way over to her. Besides who would understand this bizarre stage of the treatment better than someone who had already been through it before him, albeit in a different form.
He didn't say anything at all until he had sat himself down on the scalding sands -he barely felt the warm through layers of clothing and fur- a short way off.
"Hello again. /Fabulous/ day as always on the island, isn't it?" His tone was relatively pleasant but sarcastic in a sort of comrade like manner, a sort of "and it's not our fault either" tone. Still, he grinned to himself, showing a row of truly carnivorous fangs.
He didn't mention his new appearance just yet. Cassidy Smith Cass peered up in mild surprise--she had been vaguely aware of some source of heat coming down the beach, but as she had neither been facing Pyroth nor letting herself consciously be aware of this weird new sense, she paid it little mind. Mild surprise, however, gave way to something closer to shock. Who was--?! Her tongue flickered out and in; she knew the scent, or at least flavours of the scent. Someone else, it seemed, had hit their third injection. Oh, dear. Oh, dear." Fabulous, yes." The tip of her tail quivered a little. "Are you okay?" Pyroth Ignatius Pyroth thought for a moment before replying. "Surprisingly, yes. I've not truly freaked out yet, still feel as if I'm sort of in denial of the fact that I look any different than I used to. You know that feeling you get when something major happens, that it hasn't really? That you just keep moving? That's how I feel."
He grimaced a little "Though I'm dreading the moment, probably not too long from now, when it /does/ sink in. Till then I'm avoiding mirrors."
It was unusual of Pyroth to take such a positive track towards something, but he lived on a whim and today the whim said casual.
"Still, forgive me if I growl or make stupid noises or anything at any point in the near future, I'm still trying to get the apparent instinct party in my head to leave."
He shook his head vaguely and added.
"Bleh, thanks for the concern though. How have you been doing? I haven't had a chance to talk to you since you first went 50 percent. Please say you get used to it eventually or I'll go crazy."
He smiled somewhat wrily and wondered why he had the horrible urge to pant in the heat. No way. He was having none of that. Cassidy Smith "Depends on what you mean by 'used to it.'" Cassidy reached for her bookmark, and having tucked it between the pages, set the book aside. She sat up, her legs crossed. "Am I 'used' to the wheelchair? Sure. It's not so bad. Am I 'used' to not chewing my food or not liking air conditioning? I suppose. Am I 'used' enough to my own reflection that I'm not having nightmares? For the most part." She sighed, and the feathers on her shoulders fluffed themselves a little. "But, that said, I think the only thing that's keeping me even semi-sane when it comes to, well, the current state of my legs is the hope that it's not permanent. I would really like to run. Just once more. They... the doctors, y'know. They gave me some prosthetics. I haven't worked them out, yet. I suppose running like Terry Fox is better than not at all. So I'm not used to that, and I don't want to be." Pyroth Ignatius Pyroth's expression became somewhat more sombre as Cassidy spoke. She was right, it was probably a lot like getting used to being flayed alive, an adjustment but not nessisarily something that should be essential. Part of him still felt guilty that what he was going through seemed so petty in the face of what the rather strong woman before him was going through. Made him feel childish for ever complaining actually. At least he could walk, run, regulate his own body temperature and all those other things he took for granted.
"Sorry, I was rather inconsiderate there, just trying to give myself reassurance blind to the fact that you are tolerating much worse than I have to. I hadn't realised the changes were so deep set already, the air conditioning bothers you? That's terrible."
For a moment, he narrowed his eyes at the horizon and his hackles, now pretty evident, bristled.
"And to think not one whit of this is nessisary to anyone. I hate being a guinea pig....a creature no doubt someone will end up being mutilated into."
He shook off the anger quickly however in response to Cassidy's last statement. He refused to pity her, pity was for the weak and she wasn't weak at all from what he could see, but he was sympathetic.
"I don't blame you on that count, I wouldn't even have thought. I guess sometimes you get so used to a thing that you don't notice how much you miss it till it's gone. I don't want to get used to a lot of things that come with this bizzare shape either. I can't see colour well anymore, just shades and faint hues, my nose seems to do the seeing...or something like that. I just try to breathe through my mouth so that I don't have to get used to it, it gives me headaches. "
Shrugging faintly he added "Bah, you never know, one day we might all just wake up." Cassidy Smith "The air conditioning's been bugging me for a while, actually. It's nothing, really." Cass shrugged. "But I don't think what I'm really going through is worse than you. Just... just different." She wasn't sure about that, really. A snake was probably worse for her, but... maybe not for someone else. Maybe Pyroth would have preferred a snake. She shifted a little. "I could probably almost enjoy all this if I knew I was going to wake up, or even if they would reverse it all at the end. That'd be a vacation. Tropical island, learn how to smell with your tongue and sense heat sources, back on two legs in a few weeks. Maybe not for me, though." Pyroth Ignatius Pyroth shook his head. "I'd say it is a bit worse in a few ways, at least mammals are similar to humans, we aren't that far off from a canine evolution-wise. Cold-blooded reptiles are pretty differently made. It's certainly different, I can agree on that." Pyroth himself would have freaked out totally under that situation, he didn't doubt it.
He nodded "Indeed, were it reversible, they coudl probably make a market out of it, cruel and unusual holidays for the sadists among us." he chuckled "Nah, I jest. But you probably would get people who would like the experience, to fly, to smell what colour shoes someone is wearing or, as you say, to sense heat sources."
"I just worry that the reasearch that's being done here doesn't carry any further. The last thing we need is armies of modified soldiers or worse." He shook his head "I used to know some people who would /love/ to have me back now, armed with fangs, claws and the ability to smell where people have been." Cassidy Smith "Oh s**t." Cassidy put a hand to her cheek. "I hadn't even thought about the warfare possibilities... I must be slipping." She shook her head in disbelief. "If this stuff leads to genetic modification on soldiers, for warfare purposes, for... oh, god. I don't even want to think about some of this." She exhaled slowly. "I've been so... so wrapped up in my own problems, I hadn't even considered the extent of where this could lead..." She looked up at him, and her tongue flickered again. "It all comes down to money, doesn't it? I could see this technology being used for the really extreme body modification types. I mean, what's a tattoo when you could have... oh, cat eyes. Or scales. Or leopard spots. Pointed ears or fangs or horns without prosthetics or surgery. People do that anyway. But that's a subculture, and a limited market... and the military is much more likely to pay a great deal of money for the technology. Oh, s**t s**t s**t." She didn't much like the idea of her own transformation enabling new warfare techniques. Pyroth Ignatius "I worry about it all the time, but that's probably because I sort of came from that scene. I didn't live traditionally all my life, in actuality I wear these." he gestured to his feathers "To remind me where I came from. I'm not trying to be a stereotypical native despite obvious appearances. I knew people out there who would pay millions for a project like this to give them leverage over their competitors. For a while I was part of that leverage."
He shook his head. "Sorry, I'm being unneccisarily cryptic. Still, you know what would happen if the injections made it to the body modification market, something would go wrong, those cancerous side effects or something and people would be screwed."
He narrowed his eyes "The doctor could have quite the little empire, and what would happen to us? Probably terminated at the project end." Cassidy Smith "Is that why you have the feathers? I'd wondered. But that's pretty cool." Too bad she couldn't do something similar to remind herself of her roots. Short of driving a pick-up truck and always wearing a winter coat, anyway. "But I suppose you're right. Maybe we should just hope they always have a reason to keep us alive. I wouldn't put anything past them." Cassidy grimaced. "Oh hell. You know, I've been trying to make myself believe that being alive and reptilian is better than being dead with cancer, as they tell us. But if at the end of this..." She shook her head. "Better not to think about that, maybe." Pyroth Ignatius Pyroth nodded "Either way, I intend not to let them win, if I get the slightest inkling they are ending the project, I am going up there to give them a taste of the things that they created, I can go out like that. But, as you say, heres hoping that we will be seen as money makers rather than a liability at the project's completion."
It was almost midday, Pyroth noted, and his fur was not providing the best shade out here in the searing heat, in fact, he was too warm and would have to move very soon.
"Anyway, it's getting really warm out here and I'm still not used to this whole fur thing yet, I'd better head out of it before I get heat stroke or worse. It's been good talking to you, let me not worry about this for a bit anyway." He gave her a broad grin before picking himself up off the sand.
"Speak to you later."
And with that, he made his way back across the sands, into the blissful shade of the duplexes where air conditioning would most likely await him. As soon as he was out of sight of anyone, he let himself pant, just a bit.
Horrifyingly, it worked rather well. Cassidy Smith "See you. Hope you, well, get used to it." Cassidy waved after him as he left. Oh, lord. What a lot to think about. It was easier, for the moment, to get her book and return to her little personal world of escapism. She curled back up on the blanket with her book, and was soon deep into the story.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 10:42 am
It was midnight and Pyroth was somewhere beyond restless. He sat on his bed and gazed vacantly out of his open door into the humid night beyond. It was so strange, being able to see through the night in shades of grey, so much better than he ever could before. The true oddness however, was when he closed his eyes and let his nose take over. Scents hung on the air around him subtly, in all the colours of the rainbow. He could smell the orange-hued pine of his bed, the slightly acidic scent of the cleaning fluids used on the floor of his duplex, everything. It was wildly unusual but he just couldn't bring himself to dislike it.
The trained assassin in him was actually filled with silent delight at these new tools to play with, a slight compensation for the initial dissapointment he had felt on losing a bit of mobility in his usually nimble fingers. In fact, he wanted to try these new found abilities out, flex his muscles so to speak. Besides, it was better than sitting here moping about his relative insomnia. So, without giving himself a chance to change his mind he got up and slunk out into the night, jet black claws clicking on the floor as he walked.
The night hit him in a cacophony of scents. They were everywhere out here, faint trails where people had passed on their way to wh knows where hours ago, animal tracks, birds, everything. It was like some sort of ghostly photograph, where people had left trails of where they had been and gone. To Pyroth's still jumbled senses however, it was almost impossible to pick out anything on it's own, so he decided to go somewhere where perhaps it would be easier to track something down. The jungle presented itself as an immediate solution to this problem so he headed there, slinking into the foliage with caution, letting the smells and sounds flow around him. It was odd how well he seemed to be able to cool his temperature, his fur looking warm but in fact seeming to keep the immediate heat out. He let his nose lead him untill finally he found a scent that made part of himself stop, perk it's ears and grin. It would do, it would do /nicely/.
His next movements drew upon his stealth training and on something a little deeper, he was almost soundless as he followed the faint red/green electric trail which gradually untangled itself as the mingled scents of fear, panic, blood and wild boar.
As the animal came into veiw, Pyroth realised that something else appeared to have gotten to it before him, the boar had several pretty deep cuts to it's side, face and neck and was slumped on the ground, it's breathing shallow. It didn't seem to be capable of putting up a fight.
What happened next was a blur.
It seemed that something in Pyroth had been overcome with the scent of the dying boar, the blood driving into his brain and starting a reflex reaction. Despite his common sense basically yelling at him that even dying boar can do damage, he didn't stop, not until he had driven razor sharp fangs deep into the wounded hide of the animal and tore off a chunk of it triumphantly. His moment of glory was cut short however as the boar, deciding that it wasn't going without a fight, swung one of it's tusks right into Pyroth's shoulder. His possessive growling (he was growling? When had he started? he didn't know) gave way to a yelp of pain and he leapt back from the wretched thing, fangs bared, bleeding from the inflicted cut.
Coyotes didn't beleive in vengance, Pyroth did.
"You little Basterrrrrrd." he snarled before diving in once again, this time with much more fury and power. The boar, already dying didn't stand a chance despite Pyroth's inept shape. The smells and taste of something that would usually repulse him were like sugar on the tongue and made him feel like he was on wings of fireweed once more.
But the feeling wasn't to last. It eventually gave way to an overwhelming sense of guilt. This had been meant to be a silly dabble, a test of how much had changed.
He hadn't expected the answer to be what it was.
Too much.
Revulsion running through him, he turned and headed back to the sanity of his duplex at a flat out run, leaves whipped past him and twigs sought to scratch him as everything blurred.
When he got back, he slammed the door on the night and firmly went back to bed. There would be no more of that nonsense and he'd breathe through his mouth. And to make matters worse, he would have to go up to the labs to get that wound stiched, the tusk had gone deep and he didn't want it infected. It would be no fun trying to explain how it got there or what caused it.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 5:01 am
It had been a while since Pyroth took that step over the imaginary lie he felt was there, the one that marked his appearance as different from that of an animal. Now with the beginnings of canine features clearly evident and silky fur that covered every inch of him, he was beginning to truly doubt if these changes would ever halt.
The only thing that even slightly made it worthwhile was the sense of smell, sometimes he could just sit on the balcony and smell everything round about him. Enticing scents would drift over from the cafeteria, strange ghosts of aromas from the jungle and the smells of the other islanders also reminded him somewhat what he was missing shut here, away from interaction.
But he was a bit of a recluse by nature, solitude had always made him feel better, it wasn't really working now. He missed Khan quite a lot, the other man was the only one who could have made a joke of this whole thing, of Pyroth turning slowly into a creature he had grown to despise as a pest.
Still, Khan wasn't here and Pyroth was beginning to understand that he would just have to deal with it and keep going, to give up now would mean a win for the scientists.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 11:37 am
What a bizzare Christmas it was.
Outside, the faint sound of the waves rushing the beach created a backdrop to the glorious sights and smells that made the island what it was. It was strange, despite being alone and missing Khan more than anything, Pyroth was as content as he could be. It was odd, back in the tribe he had never celebrated the holiday, it was, after all, not part of their religion. His first christmas had been spent at the tattoo parlour with Khan's family, it had been magic, like nothing he could have imagined.
Here however, things were different, he was different, but despite it all there was that faint glimmer of hope that he would one day get off of this island and head back to the place where he wanted to be, leaving the government for good, they wouldn't recognise him like this anyway, and live there.
At least he didn't need to worry about Khan freaking out, the man had full body Tigerstripe tattoos and a whole plethora of tattoos, part of the extreme body modification scene. Pyroth would probably just be classed as "awesome" in his current state.
Pyroth casually got to his clawed feet and clicked over to the door and out onto the balcony. It might have been sunny and not winter-like at all, but somewhere in his soul, he could tell it was Christmas back home. That was good enough for him. He would be back celebrating it next year, no matter what shape he was.
"Merry Christmas Khan." he stated, to no-one in particular before closing his eyes and scenting the air, so rich in it's salty warm smells, but you know, he thought, if he did it long enough, he was sure that there was another smell there, right at the back of his mind.
The smell of tattoo ink, cheap cologne and cinnamon.
"Wherever the hell you are."
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2005 12:23 am
When you awaken Christmas morning, no matter where you are sleeping you see a small box next to you.
When you open the box you find a tatoo kit in there, with inks and the needle and everything you'd need.
The needle is even battery operated and Moreau seems to have included plenty of needles.
Merry Christmas!
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2005 10:23 am
Pyroth awoke on his balcony next morning where he had been sitting, simply listening to the sounds of the night, letting his mind wander to places where his feet could not. He had sat up and had his gaze caught by a box by his side, it had definately not been present when he had gone to sleep, and therefore he wasn't overly sure about opening it.
Nevertheless, curiosity was a potent thing and he opened it anyway, deciding that nothing could be negative enough to just leave unknown.
He was pleasantly surprised as he examined the package's content. After his dreams and thoughts only the night before, no gift could have been more appropriate to him. Wether or not he had a subject ot practice his art on, the reassuring weight of the tattoo kit was like an old friend. Carefully, he took the needles, still packaged and placed them on the nearest availiable suface in his room, catching his yellow gaze in the mirror and grinning wolfishly, he had almost forgotten how much he had changed.
Nevertheless, he had regained one capibility he had felt was lost, and there was no wat he'd waste his ink or needles, they would both be kept completely sterile, or as near to as he could manage. The kit came with cleaning fluids and the like, he was glad to see.
It was the best Christmas gift he had received in ages.
In celebration, he went into the wardrobe, where he stored his stationary, took out some paper and a pen and did something he hadn't been motivated to do since he arrived.
He drew, quitely grinning to himself, more content than he had been in a while.
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2005 1:29 pm
Pyroth ventured out for a Christmas luch on pages 128 and 129 of the Cafeteria thread, where he had his first encounter with Kim.Pyroth Ignatius Pyroth couldn't pass up on the opportunity for some Christmas food, his nose wouldn't let him. So, having finished sketching out a design he intended to complete later, he had made his way down to the cafeteria, where he heaped a good portion of food onto his plate, took a seat and tucked in. It was a delectable dish, and he went back for seconds, not something he would normally have done back home. Of course, Pyroth dealt with binge eating in an unusual manner, he would eat a lot one week, then eat nothing for a long period of time, this meal would be enough to tide him to the new year. He hadn't eaten a mincemeat pie before and chalked it up as one of his more unusual meals on the island, particularly with the oddity of his altered tastebuds. When he was done, he leaned back in his chair and waited on his stomach to settle, his stumpy tail wagging faintly. If only this good mood could last for the rest of the year. Kim Nguyet Kim was in a good mood as well... and didn't feel as sick as she had felt the past few weeks. Therefore, it drove her out of her duplex to explore.
...Explore meaning walking with her attention focused on her new shiny, of course. It was the innate 6th sence of a gamer... walk around and play without coliding into anything. The small girl was visibely a master of the art.
Therefore, when she arrived in front of the tables, it was the smell that drove her back onto planet Earth, and surprise that covered her face for a second. Uh... well, she hadn't expected this... But why not ?
After gentely putting the PSP back in it's carrying case with a carefullness that could rival someone handeling a precious crystal glass, she sat to have some, not really noticing her surroundings at first. Pyroth Ignatius Pyroth glanced over as someone else entered the cafeteria and was hit by the usual pang of self-conciousness. He fought it back though, there was nothing quite like a good meal to make him that little bit more resolute. Flicking back his ears, he merely watched Kim put away her PSP and eat for a bit before returning to his indifference to his surroundings. He had nothing else to do today, so why not just chill out for a time in here where the scents were just so damn good? Kim Nguyet It took the girl a bit more to notice Pyroth's presence, and when she did, well... she watched him for a moment in a small bit of surprise, but then caught herself, reddning a bit before staring at her plate like if it was the most interesting thing in the world. Damn !!!
She didn't quite know what to do... He didn't look like he wanted to talk, but she didn't want him to think... well...
She decided herself, however, and sat beside him, far enough to keep his personal bubble unshattered but close enough to talk, and smilled.
"Hey... Merry christmas. I don't think I've met you... My name is Kim." Pyroth Ignatius Pyroth was vaguely aware of eyes on him, but it wasn't something he hadn't gotten somewhat accustomed to, even as a human his appearance had been rather striking and garnered some attention. He didn't expect Kim to seat herself beside him, let alone adress him and was somewhat pleasantly surprised. Turning his very canine yellow gaze onto her, he grinned faintly, making sure not to reveal more tooth than was neccisary, in the jungle, he could do what he liked in terms of behaviour, but the surroundings of the cafeteria and dwellings seemed to appeal to the human side of himself. "Merry Christmas Kim" he spoke, his voice a tiny bit raspier than it once was, but not noticably so to one who hadn't heard him speak before. "Few have met me, I'm no social butterfly." and it was true he had to admit, most of his solitude was very much self inflicted, and no one's fault but his own. "I'm Pyroth." He grinned a little broader, unwittingly revealing razor sharp canines "I would offer to shake your hand, but....you know." he held up a clawed paw for inspection, in too good a mood not to make a joke of his condition. "Delicious food today, don't you think?" Kim Nguyet She didn't seem to mind the canines too much, but couldn't help but giggle a bit, gentely sliding an hand on the paw. It felt all a bit... wierd, still, in her mind, the whole island thing.
"I guess that'll do, and yeah, isn't it ? I didn't expect there'll be something like this... or gifts, on that matter." She smilled a bit, letting go and taking a bite of turkey. "Im... not really a social butterfly either, but not really a loner, I guess." Not that anyone would have known with how she acted since she came here... "...I guess I don't know what I am." Pyroth Ignatius Pyroth was glad to see that Kim must have acclimatised to the shocks this island was so good at dishing out, he hated having to deal with awkward stares and such for too long. He still wasn't used to the increased sensitivity of the fur on his paws however and had to supress a twitch at the sensation of touch on them. It was strange. As far as the island's hospitality went, he had been surprised too. "Oh I know, you can never tell if you are coming or going in this place, one minute they are putting you through emotional hell, turning you into Xinai knows what, the next, slap up dinner and a gift you've always dreamed of." He shrugged "I guess they just want us to be subjects, not maltreated prisoners." he smirked "not that anyone would know if we were anyway." "I could be classed as a loner I suppose, I tend to stay out of other people's way lest I make myself look a fool the way I have done a few times. Besides, I've always been pretty awkward in conversation, at least my old friend, Khan used to tell me I was." Kim Nguyet "Well, so far I guess it could have been much worse... When im not puking my guts out." Yerk. Just remembering that... "Still not too hot on the idea of staying here forever, but I don't have much of a choice, don't I ?"
She shook a bang of black hair away, careful to curl the ponytail in a way that it wouldn't touch the ground. "Im a geek... There's no denying that one." She smilled, softly. "I still don't know how I managed to take all of this the way I did... I guess my mind decided their was two choices. I could either accept it and attempt to be happy still, or deny it all and be sad all the rest of my life. I guess I decided for the former..." Pyroth Ignatius Pyroth nodded, deciding to leave out mentioning how many times he had seen the contents of his stomach since he got here, whatever they were doing to his gut, it didn't like it much. "You made that decision much quicker than I did. I had a good mope for a month or two, almost went back into a habit I didn't want involved in." Indeed, he had been on the verge of depression for a while "But then, after this most recent change, I came to the conclusion that it couldn't really get much worse, and my moping was doing nothing at all about it. I picked what was left of myself up, dusted it off and kept going. It's not the best situation we are in, but at least with some of these amenities, we can still make a confortable living here." He added "Can't say I'm a geek myself, Khan was always the one who dealt with the electronics and gadgets, but he did keep trying to show me how to play that damnable computer of his. Suffice to say, I never ever got the hang of it. I'm just one of those people who prefers to talk than to.to....word process, I think it was called?" Kim Nguyet She nodded a bit, blowing another subborn bang.
"Well, the world would be boring if we where all the same. And I guess I... learnt to react and pull myself quickly..." In between her diabetes, and her father's death, after all...
"Talking is a bit more personal than words on a screen, after all... I do prefer talking over sending emails or the like when I have the chance." She smilled again. Pyroth Ignatius ((Got to go ^^, nice rping with you.)) Pyroth pushed his own plate away from him a little, a habit shared with many people, and listened to Kim, she seemed a strong individual, something he hoped she would maintain even after her first change, always the worst one. "I think we all learn the hard way how to deal with things." It was true, especially here in the most exceptional of circumstances, you saw how people really were deep down. "But I do agree, words are more personal, they hold more sway and influence than simple text." Pyroth wasn't good at reading anyway, he could only just do it. "Where I grew up, that was all there was." He had enjoyed their conversation, but realised that he had meant to complete his drawing from earlier after dinner, his good mood was still very much present and he wanted to maintain it long enough to capture it. Stretching, he yawned, covering his mouth with a paw. "Either way, I'd say that's my stomach settled. It's been nice talking to you Kim, but I've got a design that needs finishing up." he got to his feet, sliding his chair back under the table. "Good luck to you in future and if you ever need a friendly pair of ears" he flicked his own rather more furry than usual ones "at any time, don't hesitate to give me a visit, I'm duplex 5, near the sea, almost always at home." He gave her a friendly nod. "I'll see you later." And with that, he headed out of the cafeteria, his short black toe claws clicking on the floor. Kim Nguyet She took mental note of the duplex number, and waved.
"Yeah, see you later, Pyroth." It had been really nice talking to him... hopefully she would see him again soon.
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Island of Moreau Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 8:25 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 deep in the jungle, not where you last fell asleep.
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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