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 Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 10:29 pm
"No turnin' into an animal, eh? Then y'were born wit' horns?" He gave a chuckle, glancing up to see if he could see the sun and how much daylight he had left.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 10:48 pm
Stewart crossed his arms and mutterd a few things what would of made his mother cringe "I hate these stupid horns." He said almost pouting "Children of the devil are supposed to have horns! Not me.... But I geuss I rather have horns than tentacle..."
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 10:50 pm
"Four o' them, technically," Billy grunted, frowning as he continued walking again, ready to leave the hyperactive, apparently God obsessed madman to his own ramblings.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 10:54 pm
"W-Where are you going?" Stewart asked quickly getting up to follow the strange man. "I don't even know your name!"
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 10:57 pm
"I'm goin' back home," He grunted, rolling his eyes. He debated if he really wanted this character to know his name or not. "William," He finally concented.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 11:02 pm
"Home? You mean the village? It's not locked anymore?" He said trying hard not to look too excited by this new info. He later added "I'm Father Stewart Young, it's nice to meet you William!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 7:34 am
"Locked?" Billy didn't know what this Stewart meant. He shook his head, "Yer a preist?" It seemed almost funny, but it did make sence. At least he had an excuse to randomly break into prayer and not seem like a Jesus fruit. "Ach, no, it's workin' jes' fine, s'far as I know." He picked up his pace a bit.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 7:53 am
"Yeah," Stewart said nodding his head "It's been on lockdown for the past couple of months. From what I've heard, there was some sort of explosion and Moreau went missing." He paused for a moment looking around for any signs of civilization before adding "Yes, I am. Roman Catholic to be exact."
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 7:58 am
"Aaah, good fer ye, las. I'm agnostic, so don' go tryin'," The octopus man huffed. Lock down? What did he mean by that? "Moreau aint missin'. He's sittin' comfy in his posh house smokin' a cigar, I'll bet, wit' a nice tall glass o' brandy jes' LAUGHIN'. In STITCHES abou' all this, I'll bet. Soddin' b*****d."
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 8:07 am
"Oh," Stewart said trying to hide his dislike for the word 'agnostic' "I guess that's better then you being an athiest" He added shrugging...then he heard the news that just about ruined his day "Moreau? Still alive? Damn, I thought we had finally gotten rid of him" Stewart said with a look of pure hatrid.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 8:12 am
Billy turned, glaring hotly, "Well OBVIOUSLY He aint dead if'n I got bloody TENTACLES jutting from me chest!" Granted, it had been Aubrey who had injected him, he still felt Moreau was to blame for his being here to begin with.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 8:24 am
"Well I-" He started before getting destracted by a mental image of Billy's face on one of the tentacle monsters from those really cheesy anime porn shows "...They're really coming out of your chest? " He asked looking like a thirteen year old who had just seen boobs for the first time.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 8:27 am
Billy grunted, rolling his eyes as he turned to continue down the path back towards the village once again.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 8:41 am
"Wait!" Stewart said quickening his pace to catch up with the man " So you really have tentacles coming out of your chest?...I didn't know Moreau turned people into tentacle monsters...Heh heh heh"
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 8:48 am
Billy only meant to turn around sharply, but his subconcious took a hold of his extra appendages once again, a tentacle shooting from the neck of his shirt to wrap around Stewart's neck and squeeze. "I don' take kindly t'bein' called a monster," He snarled, leaning in close, his breath smelling badly of fish and cigarettes. Thankfully, the not fully developed muscles in the tentacles weren't strong enough to strangle, but able to definatly frighten at the very least.
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