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Glacus kicked the sand, “I ships every time I get on one they lose my luggage!!!” This cruise that he was given to lifeguard here was a little awkward, he did check it out, and found it to be legitimate. It was mostly empty, save him and the crew. This one pulled out of its “port”, which turned out to be a sandbar and took with it his clothing, his laptop, as well as his cell phone. He figured he would tell the management at the pool that he had contacted earlier, and ask for a telephone.

Glacus also found out that there was a very long walk from the beach to the… he looked up, forest? Why would there be an undeveloped forest straight off of the beach in a resort? As the beach looked vast Glacus decided that he would take a dip in the ocean before heading up, he was a day early anyway. He took of his shirt and shoes; he already had a bathing suit on, and dove into the water. He swam around for a while; floated for a little more then he got up and walked to the shoreline on the sandbar.

Glacus was thinking about all the things that were weird, no one here to greet him when he disembarked, no resort close to the shore, and well the lack of everyone. Then he spied some one, and by looks of those curves, though she was about 25 yards away, defiantly female. He wondered why she had come down, had she seen him swimming? Maybe he wasn’t supposed to? Or did she work for the resort? Glacus had never been good with the ladies, he had long relationships, but getting them was his problem.

The woman ran towards him waving her hand, and he realized he wasn’t wearing his shirt and threw it on to try to make himself look presentable. She said hello, in a very warm way, and Glacus responded with a half though out “hello”. She seemed very nice, and not to mention good looking. He suddenly noticed, she seemed odd, for one, she looked like she was wearing a movie star style boa, and earmuffs?? He checked the thermometer when he disembarked on the ship’s mast, and it threatened 96%, which was not orthodox weather to wear clothing as such. She and him began walking toward the forest, where they found a couple rocks, and sat down to chat.

Glacus was distracted, by her odd clothing but didn’t say anything, trying not to be rude. He asked the first question, “Do you know where the manger’s office for the pool is? I’m life guarding there, so I need to know, it’s kind of important. I still have to grab a uniform, a whistle, because the ship sailed away with my last one and-”
“Pool?” she said cutting him off. She didn’t know about the pool, maybe she was a new employee, Glacus thought, so he asked another question.
“So are you working for the resort?”
“What resort?” she responded, seemingly dumbfounded.
“This one” Ageaus said handing her the paper, he couldn’t believe she didn’t know what he was talking about.
“Ferrell Abs Resort. I have never…” she snapped her fingers as if it clicked in her head.
“It is here right?” he asked hopeful.
“Uh, sort of?”
“What do you mean sort of”
“I mean there used to be a resort here” she said, Glacus could tell she was making stuff up,.
“How long ago?”
“Uh.. uh well you see its…”and then all of a sudden, she was clearly forced into a corner her earmuffs, curled toward her head…
“Whoa how did you do that?”
“Do what? ”She asked,
“Move your earmuffs?”
“Their massaging, like mechanical.” Glacus could tell she was lying again.
“Oh can you take them off real quick?” he asked setting his trap.
“No I have…I have... Melanoma!!” looking extremely nervous,
“What does that have to Do with anything?’ he studied cancers extensively, and knew melanoma and the sun have no connection, plus she wouldn’t be out here in the first place if she did.
“Sun cancer. Duh”
“That isn’t what melanoma is, and the boa?”
“Why do you care?” she was clearly getting the flustered
“I just wan the truth!” he said passively
“Alright I’ll tell you!!! You seem honest enough.”
“thank you”
“This Ferrell Abs thing never existed. It was a ploy. To get you here.”
“why?”
“Because Doctor Moreau wants you here. As a test subject”
“What? Who is this guy again?”, he was interested now.
“The owner of Feral Labs, he is currently transforming me into something.”
“That’s awful, why don’t we escape?”
Do you really think I’d be wanted anywhere? I’m already a hairy freak. Who wants to take in a freak wad named Maryke?”
“I don’t see anything wrong with you, and I think Maryke is a beautiful name” Glacus said trying to be sympathetic.
“Or maybe the fact that there are great white sharks trained to destroy any one who leaves by the sea with DNA in his database”, she said mournfully.
“That could be a problem”, Glacus stated, trying not to give hope.
“What should I do?”
“I can introduce you to the others?” she answered, “But some of them are quite… advanced through the metamorphosis.”
“I am not afraid” and Maryke led him towards the forest.

*Pounces on the thread*


Username: Sola84
Quest thread: http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=4673001
Prompt: B

Malic strolled down the path towards the canteen, his dark grey eyes travelled around for other people. The walking stick tapped the ground every two steps, sometimes his knee would give way so it was comforting to have something to lean on when needed. So far he'd not seen anybody up and about. Well it was early in the morning, if there's no jobs to go to they could all having a lie in, he mused.

A scream sounded from the jungle, stopping the man in his tracks. He peered into the trees as if he could see where the cry came from, brow forrowed. That didn't sound good, whoever it was could be in trouble. He rubbed his arm uncomfortably as he looked around, feeling the first of his changes. Leaf buds. Still nobody was around, go figure, someone was in trouble and Malic was the only one around. He wasn't exactly hero material, but his heart beat faster as he made his decision. Having never ventured into the jungle he would probably get lost or attacked by the dangerous islanders he had heard about, but shook his head to dislodge the thoughts as he ran into the jungle, now wasn't the time to stand around and think. He hoped he wasn't too late.

His chest tightened, breaths came heavy and a stitch was starting to stab into his side when he suddenly stopped dead at the sight of a monster. Grey eyes became round as saucers, as he stumbled back a few steps. He grasped a thought that maybe this creature was an islander, maybe completely changed? If not... An alternative the man didn't want to think about.

The large insect eyes blinked, the two smaller ones below kept on staring. His skin had a deep grey tinge to it, with bristled fur at the joint of his strange arms and legs. Spines protruded from its back and Malic couldn't for the life of him think of what animal it was. They stared in surprise at each other for a few seconds. If Malic could regain control of his feet, he would've ran, but currently they were rooted to the spot in fear.

"Please, don't be scared." It said in a rough voice. "I'm Harold. I won't hurt you. Did you hear the scream? It had nothing to do with me, honest."

Malic stared wearily at Harold, not too sure he could be believed, but it was an islander. His brow was lightly beaded with sweat from the hot run, a faint minty smell was released from his pores. Harold's voice couldn't produce that high a pitch. Malic tensed, alert like a frightened rabbit. Why did he suddenly sound desperate to convince Malic? If Harold was still human, he would probably look guilty and flustered. Currently, it was near on impossible to read his expression and his golem manner did nothing to betray his emotions.

He shuffled his feet, thankful to have them respond, but curiousity kept him from running unless he was attacked of course. He glanced around, unwilling to move his head too far incase Harold had other ideas, if he was the cause of the scream then Malic didn't want to give him any chances. If it wasn't him, then there was someone or something else creeping within the thick folige. There was nothing to suggest that anyone else was here, or any trouble happened.

"I-I'm Malic." His voice shook slightly, body followed suit. He held his stick up slightly as if that could defend him. Harold held his claws up. "I'm not going to hurt you." He repeated taking a step forward. Malic stumbled back again, trying to keep the same distance between them, he was doing everything to stop himself from running back to the villiage. "Sss-so who c-caused the scream?" He questioned, his tone betrayed his fear amd distrust. Harold sighed. "I don't know." He seemed convincing, but the plant man's mind was screaming: He's lying!

"I'll help you look. Maybe it was just a girl seeing her first change or a spider? I was looking anyway, that's why I'm out here." The monster took another step forward, his claws held out in gesture to come with him. That made Malic flinch, he shook his head wildly, then tripped over a root as he walked backwards. Harold came forward as if to help him get up, surprised the man had fallen, but that only made the situation worse. The green-tinged man banished his stick which made the monster bug stop, then rolled to his front and ran back the way he came, knee almost buckled from under him.

Got to get help! Sabin would know what to do. Why didn't I phone them first? He risked a glance back, but Harold was swollowed by the reaching branches and clawing darkness, with no sign of following him.

Woo! Hey, I guess I didn't do too bad after all. 3nodding Congrats Sola, Casey! Thank you Maryke for running the contest! heart Plus, now we get to see what Mister Catnip will look like from 0% to 100%. 3nodding

Congrats to the winners. I'll put more effort into it next time.

congradulations to the winners

your dog's been posted. ^ ^ she's on pg 871