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 Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 5:18 pm
Ambrose shook his head fearfully. "I have no idea what they're planning... I can't think of any snakes - or reptiles for that matter that actually have feathers... except extinct ones, right? Like.... the... uh... archae-optrixs? right?" He shook his head, confused. As if animals wasn't bad enough, were they trying to make actual monsters out of us?
"And Unfortunately I haven't been able to keep myself out of my thoughts. I've been probably doing far too much thinking for my own good." He sighed. "I guess another problem is figuring out what part of things that you feel are foreign... I mean they're emotions, it's not like something living in you, it's... urges, desires.. far more insidious in trying to distinguish what's you and what isn't." He glanced around at the company. "I'm sorry... I seem to be rather depressing to be around recently. Greer hit her second stage as well - I don't know if you knew... but I had this whole... system down before I saw that the changes really could go this far... you know... it didn't seem that they could really do this to us - genetically or whatever... until you see it." He sighed. No - he wouldn't go into it again. It was a dream - a pleasant string of hope that he had held onto. Unless for some unknown reason the mammal serums didn't go further - which made no sense when the more foreign ones did.
"We're in this together. For better, for worse. And Emelyn spoke with me last night - and she was right... we have to face facts. We're all going through this, and we're certainly not going to hold your appearance against you, Cassidy. You can't help it, and we'd be hypocrites if we did."
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 5:21 pm
She flinched as Cassidy's voice cracked. Her mouth opened to offer to walk her back to her duplex but then again... she couldn't walk. Well, on her knees but still and Amaya couldn't carry her or anything. Her mouth clamped shut as she continued to remain silent and looking at her own feet. Why couldn't she have been the snake? Cass was deathly afraid of them but she wasn't and here she was able to keep her feet and everything.
"Greer did too?" Amaya's head shot up, her eyes wide as she finally broke her own silence. Oh my god... ohmygodohmygod.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 5:29 pm
"...I hadn't seen Greer."
Cassidy sighed, simply overwhelmed with it all. "But thank you, Ambrose. That means a lot." She grinned at all three of them. "I... was feeling better, the last few days. I really was. I..." She shook her head. "I'm going to head back to my room. My knees sort of hurt. This isn't going to work..."
She really didn't like the idea of being bound to her room for the rest of her life. Or until she could--ugh--slither.
"I'm sorry. I just... I thought I could deal with this right now. I don't think I can. I'll see you guys later."
She popped another whole meatball in her mouth, and turned to make her way back to the village, on her knees.
Stupid way to travel.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 5:37 pm
The red haired man nodded to Ambrose, understanding all too well what was being said. "I know exactly what you mean Ambrose, though you phrase it far more eloquently than I could. That's the dillemma isn't it? Who is the invading army when the battlefield is your head?" It was also true that these new changes drove home the reality of what they were all facing.
All of them
He nodded his agreement mutely to Cassidy, everyone on the island was in it together, no one would judge, if only to avoid judgement themselves.
He didn't say anything to stop the other leaving, he knew the feeling, sometimes you just had to sort out your head. He gave Cass a final reassuring nod (or as reassuring as he could muster) The he watched her go, his expression unreadable. He hoped his balance wouldn't go too, that would be scary.
Getting to his feet, he picked up his towel, turning to Amaya and Ambrose.
"Actually, I think I might go request those items now, before they turn off room service for the night, see you both later, hopefully the same shape as I leave you." his tone was somewhat jovial, things were bad but he couldn't get bogged down.
"Later!" and with that he headed back up to the duplexes.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 5:53 pm
Ambrose nodded solemnly to the two of them as they parted. "Best of luck to you. Both of you." He said seriously. "And I truly am sorry about what they've done to you in particular, Cassidy." He nodded. "Yes... Greer changed just the other day... it sounds like some of the rest of us may be soon to follow if the first changes were any indication. Let me know if there is anything I can do. I understand if you want some privacy, but don't become a hermit - we all need eachother." He gave her a genuine smile.
Ambrose nodded to Pyroth. The atmosphere on the Island had certainly been taking a somber one the past few days... "Indeed. If you discover anything that could help us... don't hesitate to mention it."
He waved to Pyroth. "Good luck reaching them - and you'll have to show me your drawings if you make any!" He smiled.
Finally he turned to Amaya and patted her a few times on the shoulder. "Of course the same is always open to you - if you ever have anything you need to talk about..." He gave her a quirky smile. "Your 'big brother's' here."
They needed something to lighten the mood after that.... "SO!" He put his hands on his hips. "Scales and fur aside. Back to your footwork, young lady" He said in a jovial tone, settling back into stance.
He worked with her for about another 20 minutes drilling - calling her attention to his eyes when she dropped them to her feet, or correcting minor flaws in the width or breadth of her stance. He spoke lightly during the excercize, always encouraging -and once again, near the end, he kept the pace quicker, changing up the patterns.
Finally, at the end, he patted her on the shoulder again. "really good work today, Amaya! I really can tell you've been improving. Before long, as long as you keep practicing, this stance will be like second nature to you and you'll be able to drop into it at a moment's notice." He smiled. "In fact, You've improved a lot since just today. Next time - I promise - you'll actually pick up the blade." He grinned.
"But that's enough for today." And with that he gave her another encouraging clap on the back, gathered his equipment, and headed back to the village.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 5:56 pm
Amaya waved to Cassidy and Pyroth as they left, but otherwise stayed quiet. Ugh, it felt like she was going to be sick.
The footwork practice helped up her mood a little bit, but she was still feeling a bit frightened by the recent events. Giving a smile and a nod to Ambrose, she walked back to her duplex as well when they were finished.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2005 3:08 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 9:09 pm
(*apologizes if RP is still happening here*)
It had taken a bit of a walk in the chilly night air to get to the beach, leaving the "cheery" atmosphere of the halloween party and his good mood behind when he left, and once he reached the beach, he glared at the sky and dug into his pocket for a cigarette. A slight breeze was blowing as well to his annoyance; it was enough to give him trouble when he tried to light the cig as he pressed it to his lips.
"I sho' don't need to get maself in trouble now," he grumbled bitterly to no one as he scuffed through the sand to the warmer waters, kicking a spray of into the air with each lift of the foot. "Can't get maself kicked out o' Imma regret it."
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 9:27 pm
He stepped into the wet sand just at the lip of the ocean's reach and glared out across the water, watching the moon reflect off the slightly ripped liquid with flashes of silver. Jamal flicked ash from the orange end of the cigarette into the sand and moved further in so the water lapped at his toes. The sensation was odd in a way; he'd never really been to a proper beach for many many years.
"Can't do no wrong. Can't get kicked out...." he mumbled to himself. The man still thought he would be able to leave the island, either by his choice or otherwise, and was terrified he'd end up being thrown back to the police and that would be that. No...the thought of his mother even learning the truth of his actions brought a pang of guilt, let alone him being put in prison to die. He was sure she knew by now even, but he could pretend otherwise. Reality didn't seem to work here as it did everywhere else and if he could pretend it never happened, then so be it.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 9:51 pm
After a time of standing, he slowly sat down, letting his lower legs be consumed by the gently lulling water, caring little that his jeans were being soaked from it. Jamal was somewhat disappointed that Awen didn't leave the party and come to see what became of him, but honestly why ought he expect that anyway. The girl had other friends.
He had...one? Maybe two if he counted Emelyn and he'd only run into her a few times. Back home he had dozens upon dozens upon dozens of connections. People to hang with, to play ball with, to run the streets with at all hours of the night...and that was what he missed the most then as he stared blankly out across the horizon and took another drag of his cig. The high he had was wearing off, both because of the fresh ocean air and the combination of nicotine, and he almost considered lighting another joint, but he wasn't in the mood.
Jamal wanted something -normal-. For things to be like before he got himself into the mess that got him shipped to the island. A little drugs, a little sex, a little danger but not enough to worry him...he loved risk and it felt like there wasn't much here OR the risk that was here was something he didn't dare try for fear of screwing things up further than they already were.
As his cig burned down to the filter, he grumbled to himself. "Dat's just da way it is. Things'll neva be da same..." he uttered, taking a snipped line from one of his favorite rappers as he flicked the remains of the smoke into the water where it bobbed in the water before being lost amongst the waves.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 10:07 pm
Eventually even the calming swish of waves on the beach grew too much of an annoyance for the black man and he stood, brushing the wet sand clumps from his pants before giving the sky a baleful stare.
"I ain't sure what yous tryin' to do, but I ain't gonna take it," he spoke aloud, to no one except for maybe to some God above. "You keep tryin', but Imma make it one way o' anotha."
He then turned, heading back for the sanctuary of his duplex.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 2:21 pm
Relationship drama + no alcohol = BAKA MOREAU The Dude The Dude came to the beach bright and early that morning. He had been in the water for three hours and finally hauled himself out onto the sand to dry. While the waters of the Caribbean were so much warmer then that of the Pacific Northeast, one still got cold after three hours of diving without a wet suit. To warm himself up further, the Dude decided to have a drink and waddled over to the beach bar.
To his surprise no alcohol was to be found within. NONE. Not even a beer. That was ... weird. Was that Moreau's revenge on him? But didn't it hit everyone else as well? Strange. Maybe they just forgot to restock ... but wouldn't then there be SOME empty bottles? Deciding to give it another rummaging look the Dude dissappeared behind the bar.
Aubrey Aubrey wandered down, still on her self-proclaimed sabbatical from Feral Labs. What was he going to do? Fire her? God, what she wouldn't do to get off this rock now. Her skin was bronzing, and would look good except it also made her freackles appear darker and more red-toned on her face now.
Just one margarita today, then lots of swimming. Even though Aubrey knew Moreau couldn't care less about things of that nature, perhaps losing a few pounds would make her feel better at least. And She wasn't going to get addicted. Sabin basically accused of her being an alcoholic the day before. Ha. Right.
She headed up towads the beachside and slipped behind the bar, nearly tripping over the Dude.
The Dude "AAAh .. I mean ... hi Aubrey!" - he took his head out of one of the cabinets he was investigating. "Good to see you ... sorry about the party ... are you alright?"
Aubrey Aubrey froze, just kind of staring at the Dude for a second. She suddenly looked as if she was about to break into tears. "Hi Sean!" she finally squeaked and turned around, quickly going around to the other side of the bar. "How's your head?"
The Dude "Peachy." - the Dude said sheepishly. Oh oh ... what to do now. "Do you suppose the lack of booze over here has anything to do with Moreau's jaw?" Might as well ask that ...
Aubrey "Wha?" She blinked. "No alcohol?" She shook her head. "Looks like the heartless b*****d as resorted to being petty to make himself feel better." She sneers and crossed her arms.
The Dude Petty b*****d? He he he ... now Aubrey was talking ... the Dude cheered up for a second but then realized that calling Moreau bad names in front of subject probably meant the two had one hell of a fight. Still, it was music to his ears: "I see. Oh well ... So how are you, doctor?"
Aubrey Aubrey pouted more. "I've been better, to be honest. He kicked me out!" The woman looked very distressed, her facade crumbling hard and fast. "I've been moved to the staff dormitories."
The Dude "Oh maaaaan ... I'm sorry ..." - the Dude tried to pat her on the shoulder if she didn't withdraw. And now came the moral dilemma. "He's a real jerk, to do that!" Which Moreau was. But part of the Dude was kinda glad that Aubrey was having a fight with Moreau. It was good for her soul and her mental health to be away from the lord and master. But part of the Dude was insanely worried about just how far Moreau would go in his anger. Would he make Aubrey one of his subjects? Hopefully not. To find more about the situation he then said: "If you'd like to vent ... I am all ear!"
Aubrey Aureby eyed him over. Venting to him would probably only make NIck more angry. But he was the closest thing Aubrey had to an actual friend on the island. "I can't believe he questions my loyalty so..." she started, already blinking back tears. "I've given him everything. I just.. I just wanted to make sure you weren't like.. bleeding from the head or something. And it would be nice if he wouln't give me one-sentence command words sometimes when we're in public. I'm not a dog." She huffed and tried to swallow the fear. If she kept saying that Moreau just might proove her wrong about that... literally. "But seriously, after all I've given up for him - and trust me, its more than you might think -" Yes, Aubrey. 27 years of abstinence to be thrown away like a used tissue - "and he just ... just so easily. He had my stuff moved before I even got back up the room. He even called me Ms. Lockheart.' She took a shuddering breath.
The Dude The Dude gave her more reassuring pats on the shoulder: "There there ... it's okey, Aubrey. It's okey ... it'll figure itself out and you know it. No matter how great an a*****e Moreau is, I'm sure he's still hopefully a human being underneath it all. And he can't just live the rest of his life on the island by himself, right? You are the only thing here that actually, you know, LIKES him." The Dude wanted to also add that jerking off for the rest of one's life didn't sound too great either, but he kept that thought to himself. It was not the time nor the person to voice such snide comments to, anyway.
Aubrey Aubrey sighed and shrugged. "Dr. Duvert doesn't think so. That it really matters much either way to him. He said he was surprised I thought differently. That I was in denial." Her stomach wrenched as she admitted to herself that he might be right.
"I was just another way to express his control over you guys," she said, staring out over the ocean. "Did you know that it wasn't until you flirted with me that anything ever happened, you know, that way between us? He just didn't want anyone else touching his things."
The Dude "Who's Dr. Duvert? ... WHAT? No way!" - the Dude was both surprised and amused by that. "Man, your doctor sure is insecure. When did i flirt with you? I mean, you are a very pretty girl, but ... I don't even reMEmber flirting ... no offense!" - he scratched his head and then waved his flippers around, appearing rather bashful. But inside ... oh how it pleased the sea lion that he was the one to have REALLY gotten under Moreau's skin like that! Dude 3 : Moreau still 0. Well, 1/2 if one counts the missing alcohol. And he was not adding up the Greer/Ambrose/Emelyn/Amaya/Cassidy etc. scores, for then Moreau won million times over.
Aubrey "Oh, he's another senior staff member."
Aubrey couldn't help but look a bit hurt that he didn't remember flirting with her. Probably because he never did. At least what the Dude would call flirting. Guys don't flirt with girls like her. She should have known that. "Oh, back after I saved you from the non-venomous snake bite. And you took my hat. Yeah." She blushed, really -really- hoping Moreau was in his lab. "Anyway, he demanded I come up to his office immediately and demanded and decide right then and there where my loyalties lie." Aubrey blinked. Wow. Two days ago that story sounded kind of romantic to her. Now it just kind of sounded... sad.
The Dude "Awwww .. I remember that! But i wasn't trying to get into your pants. I was just trying to make you smile, hon. You know? You had rushed all that was to save my sorry life ... how could I not. You looked down ... And he thought I was? MAAAAAN ... wow, your doctor's laaaaaaaaaaaame ..." - he whistled and wished for a stiff drink for himself and Aubrey. Things like that are usually discussed in a bar, over a beer or two. Or margaritas. Or whatever works.
"Of course you weren't," she said offhandedly. "I think he was more upset that I was, well, flirting back." She hoped he wasn't blushing. Suddenly she felt like she was stuck back in high school. Except with higher stakes.
The Dude "But it was all so totally good natured and all. Geez." - he scratched his hair with his flippers again. "I am sorry? I am sorry I got you into this mess, I suppose? Twice, by now ... you know, you should be, like, slapping me right now. I'm ruining your life left and right ..."
Aubrey Aubrey forced a smile at him. "No, its not your fault. I mean, it was no big government secret how I felt abuot him. I've been head-over-heels in love with him since high school. I just.. could never get him interested in me. I think you were just the first male to ever treat me as, well, you know. A girl in front of him. And I think it just hit him that if he didn't claim his property soon, someone else might do it. In a way, I thank you for that. I guess I was just fooling myself into thinking it was anything more than that. Claimage."
The Dude "You are putting me into a difficult position here, Aubrey. Part of me really wants to go 'I told you so'. But part of me wants to persuade you that the sky's still blue and the love love ocean is just at and ebb temporarily." - he fidgeted. Drink! ALCOHOL! Or where art thou, sweet mead of yore ... ******** Moreau -.-xxx
Aubrey "I'm sorry. I know this is probably awkward for you. I'm the only person on this island who cares about him. I figured that would just... mean more in the long run."
The Dude "He better be watching the cameras right now and feeling bad about himself. Considering the crimes against humanity that he's performing, Moreau should be grateful that there is at least one person on this island who sees good in him. Who likes him and treasures him and all that jazz. Question here is, Aubrey, what do you think you should be doing, now that you know his likely position on things."
Aubrey Aubrey eyed the camera as if to agree with the Dude. "I.. I don't know if I'm ready to answer that," she said honestly. "I've... I've never been in this position before. We've never been more than coworkers. The biggest fight was over formulas. But now... I don't know. You know, before if didn't hurt so much to be 'just a co-worker' but then, you know.. .stuff happened, and I thought we were more than that. I'm not just... going to be the best friends with benefits. Thats not who I am."
The Dude "I agree, that's not who you are. And he should know that. But ... can you handle being without him. Are you angry enough at him to close this case?" - the Dude asked her gently, mostly providing questions for her mind to think about, not really needing any answer out of her at all. Just giving Aubrey a framework to latch on and reorganize her shattered world.
Aubrey "I guess that depend on what happens now," she said after a moment. "I haven't even spoken to him since the fight. I mean, I'm dying inside here. I can only hope he feels... something. Otherwise... I guess I am."
The Dude "Well, at least you are not locked in your room, sobbing. Sun does a broken heart good. I think you are doing great." - He gave her a thumbs up. In Dude's eyes everything could be healed by an acute dose of sun, wind and salt water, apparently. But then again, it had worked for him so many times ...
Aubrey "Oh, don't think too good of me. I did my share of that. But then I decided to take a nice long trip to Margeritaville. But I guess that ship has sailed now, too, eh?"
The Dude "Yep. Oh well, it was worth it" - the Dude positively beamed. "I hope that jaw hurts for along long long time ..."
Aubrey Aubrey only half smiled at that. He was her boyfriend, and she didn't exactly appreciate the Dude hitting him, no matter how much he deserved it.
The Dude "I mean ... I'm sorry ..." - the Dude lowered his head, but then looked up defiantly: "But my girlfriend just happens to be loosing her face little by little ... I hope you understand." The angry growling of the sea lion boiled up inside of him again. Moreau ...
Aubrey "I understand," she said softly. "But I promise you the end result will look much better than right now.. if thats any consolation." Probably not. But it was always her reaction to justify these things
The Dude "Yeah ... I know. I'm being an a**. Don't tell Greer. I like her. I really really like her no matter what. But it's Greer i like, not the damn bird. And ... can animals even love, like people can, anyway? Isn't it all just about reproduction and passing on the genes to the new generation and what not?" - sulked the Dude
Aubrey Aubrey blinked, a bit surprised. "I don't know for sure," she said, "but from out projections, the end results should be mostly human, as far as mentally, I mean. We expect there to be.. influences. But I would think - and hope - if you two really like each other that feeling shouldn't change because of anything we're doing to your, uh, instincts I guess."
The Dude "And what are your projections based on, Aubrey? Rats? Monkeys? Chimps?" - he sighed. He didn't trust Moreau's projections one bit. But that was a pathological thing by now.
Based on previous bad experiences ...
Aubrey Aubrey rubbed her temples. "Of course we don't know for sure, or else we wouldn't be doing this. But as far as we can tell, the changes are -mostly- physical, not mental. Yes, even though the rats looked like pigeons, they still acted like rats. Sorry, I know that doesn't sound to comforting, but its all I can offer."
The Dude "Oh great ... could the girl rats figure out who the boy rats were under all those feathers still?" - he smiled.
Aubrey Aubrey cracked a smile. "Well, in general rats aren't that discriminating to begin, with.. I can't give you an accurate projection."
The Dude
"What about rats who turned into pigeons compared to rats who turned into ... I dunno ... fish?" - he quireked his eyebrow.
Aubrey "Breeding behavoirs wasn't exactly out top priority. We have no idea if reproduction is possible at all. Because, needless to say, rats don't really mix with romance. They don't develop relationships like people do."
The Dude "HAH! They don't have intellect, either. They don't have feelings. They do not express their feelings. They are nothing like men. Nothing. And yet you just used rats ... not even chips or some such stuff ... just rats ... are we no better in Moreau's eyes?" - he looked at Aubrey, pained.
Aubrey Aubrey stood up, looking wearly. "I'm really not in the frame of mind to discuss with you right now," she said softly. "You will never be happy with anything I say. What do you want me to do?"
The Dude "Sorry ..." - he looked down again. "I suck. I'm sorry. I got carried away with my own misery here." Stretching out the flippered hand, the Dude patted Aubrey gently on her shoulder and went silent.
Aubrey "I'm not trying to belittle your dilemma, Sean," she said, returning the pat on his shoulder. She smiled sadly at him. "I'm surprised you have any sympathy for me at all. I mean, me being the one sleeping with the enemy and all. I just... I just don't know where I stand right now. I don't want to say something our of anger or bitterness and have to regret it later. I'm.. I'm just too hurt right now to think clearly, I think."
The Dude "Then you should go swimming. it clear your mind" - he piped up.
Aubrey She smiled broader. "yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Join me?"
The Dude "Sure thing ..." - he smiled, standing up after her.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 2:29 pm
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.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 2:45 pm
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.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 2:54 pm
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?"
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