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Pyroth nodded "I hear you. And not to sugar coat it, the second one has the habit of being that little bit worse." he cringed slightly at the memory of his feet shifting from plantigrade to digitigrade. That had really hurt.

He gave the other man a polite nod though, realising that he had probably best be off, he had to go get dinner still and he hadn't eaten in ages.

"Anyway, it's been nice meeting you Jamal, but I have to go, I've got a severe case of the munchies and running around here all morning chasing scents only made it that bit worse."

He swished his tail and gave him a grin

"I'll see you around."

--New RP--

The day after he had led Kaveri into the jungle to the sight of the crime, Jamal had spent the early morning sitting in his duplex, acting as though nothing was amiss. If anyone expected him to be up in arms over Aubrey's attack, they were all sorely mistaken. In fact, the only thing he really wondered was who he ought to congradulate. He certainly had no recollection of meeting up with the woman since the time he attempted to burn his duplex down, not that he wouldn't LOVE to be able to take the credit. He wasn't afraid of Moreau.

However, sitting and musing grew old by noon and he soon left his duplex and again returned to the jungle for his usual tromp through the underbrush. The tiger led him through the jungle per usual. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary out there in the wilderness.

As he walked, Jamal pondered a great many things, one of which being just how many people thought HE had done it and who was going to try to be a hero and try to turn him in. Jamal certainly wasn't going to go quietly if this was the case. EVERYONE should know better than to cross him.

Billy was panting, sagged on his crutches as they made their way into the nook, practically collapsing onto the cold earth as he gasped for air. "Jes'... jes' give me... a moment..."

His body was dry and greyed looking, but he retrieved the waterbottle he had coiled in a lower tentacle, splashing his skin untill he shone slimy again, and took a long drink.

Once the octopus man had caught his breath, sitting comfortably with his back up to another tree and his tentacles folded idly in his lap, save for one tentacle-hand that tended to his fresh cigarette, "By yer repritation, lad, I figured ye were th'first place I shoul' go. Wha's been done as far as attemptin' somethin' here. Ye've been here a while, I figure. Ye've seen more, an' know more'n I would. An' from wha' I can tell, ye'd be trust worthy no' t'turn me in t'tha' damn madhouse of a laboratory."

Billy at least understood the last bit, giving a knowlagable nod, "Righ', aye, bu' who else? Anyone else tha' migh' be willin' t'do anytin' t'shut this damn place down an' get ourselves *fixed*! It's mad t'think one o' us at a time can do a t'ing! I go' a plan, Jam-maul, an' I wanted y't'be me partner."

"Because I'm startin' this damn thing, an' I know where it's goin'. Now d'y'want t'DO somethin', or y'wanna keep pissin' in th'wind?" The octopus man growled, glaring up at the cat in the tree.

"Obviously, I aint... physically capable o' doin' much, bu' I do go' a bunch o' mad ideas in me chemically fecked brain, an' I'm sure you do too. I'm sure a LO' o' others feel th'same. Th'problem is gettin' anytin' done. There's them wha' don' care, them wha' are loyal t'the other side. We need th'ones tha' are SICK o' this constant feckin' wit' our minds, no' t'mention our god damned humanity."

"Then we'll see wha' people can do. Bu' th'two o' us aint doin' no good fightin' amungs ourselves when we go' more importan' things t'think aboo'. Bigger fish t'fry." He gave him a pinched-toothed grin, taking a long drag of his cigarette.