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 Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 9:55 pm
Of all the things she could have decided on... Well, whoever Miller was, he was really in for it now. The look on their face when they saw what she had in store for them would be nothing short of priceless. He watched her thumb through catalogs and accepted each she handed to him like it was a live fish. He only looked for a second at each of them, confirming that was indeed what she planned to use. He proffered them back at her, not keen on exploring the rest of the catalog's contents.
"Oh, that... I remember that. Good thing they found who did it and things got back to normal." A little worriedly, he wound a couple fingers around the leather pouch at his side. He didn't like being reminded of the incident with Aubrey. It was too... recent. "So he helped you out? I guess you could say he and I are friends. Seems to piss everyone else off as soon as they hear it."
He stopped fiddling with the makeshift coin purse. "I guess you'd better call and ask for those... things... right now. The sooner you ask for them the sooner they'll get them."
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 10:14 pm
She took the magazines back with a chuckle and nodded, making her way to the intercom and ordering as many of the items as she thought she'd need. The tech on duty sounded vaguely disturbed, but said they'd pass the orders on. A rush was requested, and the conversation ended soon after.
"Now all we can do is wait, or me rather." Antony sat down on the couch and smiled at Zach. "So how have you been?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 12:08 am
What could he say? He was still naive about some things. The prank material included. It was a good thing stuff like this hardly ever came up in conversation. He waited out her intercom call from a good couple of feet away, caught between amusement and disturbance himself.
Zach stayed standing awkwardly. Sitting on furniture would only prove a challenge with his wings, spine and tail. He tried to keep his wings as tight against himself as possible, and also kept his head curved down enough that he wasn't scraping the ceiling with the tips of his long horns. Duplexes were so constricting now.
"I've been doing pretty good. I just have to get used to my neck being this long." There was no annoyance in his voice. He pointed at his neck, a little above his makeshift scarf. He glanced at her again, taking in her changes. He counted seven tails. That had to be rough. And now that he was in her duplex, he couldn't help but remember that gray man mentioning he'd screwed her. Not something to think about during polite conversation. "How about you?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 1:50 pm
It was strange to see just how much larger Zach had gotten since she last talked to him outside of these bonfires and such. "Like Kaveri?" She questioned, referring to the length of the neck.
At his question, she shrugged, tails behind her curling up against her back as she sat down. "Considering, I think I'm doing pretty well... Miller's vandalism aside." Her smirk of impending doom on Miller returned, and her mood was lifted thinking of the poor kid's reaction to his new 'decorations'.
Antony'd have to remember to take pictures as well.
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 7:59 pm
"Yeah, like Kaveri." He paused for a moment, ducking his head down a little more, forgetting about the Truth or Dare session Antony and Kaveri had both been present at. His... 'friendship'... with the self-proclaimed squatter went back to some of the earliest days of both their stays on the island. Though he attributed it to love, he was quite possessive of Kaveri, more than anything but his own life. The island could be a dangerous place sometimes. He was especially worried for her after hearing she'd run into Annie while alone in the jungle. "You know her?"
"That's good. So many people here are just moping and moaning about things, but they really aren't bad unless we make them bad." Consequence on the island came from a whole new set of restrictions that didn't follow too closely with the sort of law that was upheld in the US and most modern countries. He really did believe what he said. It was all he could do to survive, converting opinions to facts and regarding them as law in his little universe more than anything else. His tail was swishing a little in a small arc, though he didn't seem to notice. He was glad that the people he was meeting recently seemed understanding - the islanders who didn't see eye-to-eye with him were wrong, misguided.
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 11:44 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 11:47 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 1:05 am
Her order had come in and the staff had done beautifully. With every color permanent marker at her disposal, the squirrel woman spent the rest of the day preparing the lot of them. By nightfall, Antony had finished prepping each and every object individually, and even she thought her artistic talent had really really shown through. It was time to get down to business. With her tails tied in a 'pony tail' of sort, she dressed in all black after stuffing all her supplies in a backpack. Stepping out of her duplex, she took note of the wind direction and then climbed on top of her duplex, where there wasn't as much light, with little difficulty. As much as she hated to admit it, her additional animal characteristics aided her in staying concealed and quiet while moving from roof top to roof top. Once on top of Duplex 78, she settled down and waited for it to get late. This way, the kid would be asleep for certain, and the squirrel woman would have free reign to get artistic... By the time first light hit Miller's duplex, the albino rodent was long gone, but the evidence of her previous presence could not be denied. A note was stuck to the door addressed to Miller with a heart next to his name.  Unfortunately, that was the only normal thing that remained on the door. The entire surface had been scrubbed clean, and then covered in exactly ninety-nine hand painted, giant dildos and one tiny one in the center of the masses. Each had its own face and expression. There were happy dildos, depressed dildos, crying dildos, angry dildos, excited dildos, eccentric dildos, cheeky dildos, sleepy dildos, and many more. The small one looked terribly confused too. In fact, it looked like a Mini-Miller... Literally. Standing out like an eighteen year old boy's boner, said d***o had weak facial hair, floppy brown hair (which was probably stolen from a Barbie doll and glued on), hazel eyes, and a dopey little grin. It even had a little plastic lacrosse stick glued to it. It was Miller alright, down to a T. Should Miller try and pull any of them off, he'd noticed that they were super glued to his door, and they weren't going anywhere no matter how hard he yanked and tugged. Also, glue had been injected into the key hole on the door knob until it was completely full, but that was hidden by the note.
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Island of Moreau Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 8:16 pm
Between her time before and on the Island, Antony is no stranger to waking up and feeling like death warmed over. However, on the island that particular sensation takes on an entirely new meaning and sense of foreboding - especially when not brought about by a night of indulgence. After vivid nightmares, Antony wakes up feeling sore and feverish - any bright lights feeling particularly painful. Her tails are twitchy and sore, and any exposed skin remaining feels itchy. It isn't long after she wakes that she sees and feels that last swath of naked skin on her stomach swallowed up by the white fur, in addition to the majority of her hands and feet - only leaving a little bit of delicate pink skin on the tips of her fingers and toes, and on the bottoms of her palms and feet. Antony more than any of the other islanders has experienced the painful growth of a tail - not just once, but seven time before... so when two new painful buds segregate off from her already disjointed spine, there can only be one possible explanation. All too quickly two new bushy tails join the writing mass of seven others, leaving her a bristle of waving white brushes - comparable in number to the mythical deity of the Kitsune. Finally, her short muzzle pushes out just a bit further, her ears grow just a bit longer - leaving her with a fully rodent-like face that generally is restricted to the tree-dwelling squirrels. 
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 8:33 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 8:35 pm
Antoinette Devereux The moment she grasped her barings, she had known. The first thought that came to her was that she didn't want to be alone, and with a series of dull thuds and minor crashes, Antony had managed to stumble over to the intercom, mouth painfully dry as she fruitlessly tried to catch her breath. Finding the light pouring in from the windows too difficult to experience, Antony clenched her eyes shut once she had dialed the only person she knew would be home and willing to help her. Her fur was still damp and cold against her skin from her nightmares and the tell tale pre-change fever. "Anatoli...?" She called out weakly. A burning itch quickly spread over the leftovers of her bare skin while she waited and she gave a soft whimper while pressing her forehead against the wall, praying for an answer. Anatoli Schreier It was during the day, so Anatoli was sprawled out on top of his bed with a single sheet draped over him as he laid on his stomach. He had just gotten to bed a few hours ago, sometime after sunrise. He wasn't exactly sure when. The familiar voice crackling over his intercom stirred him, causing him to lift his head and stumble over to the far wall. Leaning against the doorframe, the opossum man pecked at the keys to respond. "I'm heeah," he said, mid-yawn, "Whatcha need?" Antoinette Devereux "Oh god," she choked out while scratching at her itchy stomach, crying out more sharply this time when she noticed that she had drawn blood with her nails. Thinking it was over thanks to a slight pause in progression, the squirrel woman relaxed and opened her mouth to respond to Toli. However, words failed her in favor of a horrible, anguished cry of pain, which was followed almost immediately by the sickening sound of bones, cartilage, and tissue exploding from her spine. By this point, she had forgotten entirely about the opossum man and tears were pouring as freely as possible with her eyes clenched shut. Her head felt as if it were about to crack in two, but it failed to even compare to the all too familiar feeling of one's spine being ripped straight out of their body... Twice over. A crash followed by a sickening thud became lost in the midst of her screams and sobs. Her legs had given way and she was thrown unceremoniously onto the floor, knocking into a few solid objects on the way down. Once on her duplex floor, her nails were gripping the carpet for support that it was never meant to offer. Antony writhed and shook, making all sorts of strange noises as she attempted to breathe properly while her muzzle decided to sprout outwards. The growth of her ears barely registered through the last change. And just as suddenly as it had begun, her end went comparably quiet. The changes had left her visibly twitching on the floor and crying through what sounded like an asthma attack. Anatoli Schreier Ah-- T-Tony?" The Jewish man leaned over and put his head closer to the intercom, his mouth hanging open. The sounds unnerved him, and he could feel himself tensing as some absolutely gruesome images flooded his mind. "What's wrong? Ya gettin' attacked?!" Not the smartest thing to say if she were getting attacked, as the one attacking her would easily hear him and get him. But at the same time, it didn't sound like an attack -- he didn't hear anybody else over the intercom, maybe it was a medical problem! "Antony, are you alone?" No response but the sound of her falling into something, which made the man wince. He didn't expect her to say anything, and stood there almost paralyzed with his teeth bared in anxiety. "I-- I--" His words were choked out as he ran from the intercom and went for the knife resting on his nightstand. It was the one thing he had been carrying with him since Kikue's attack, and it may come in handy now. Tucking it in his wasteband, the nervous possum left the intercom on as he fled through the front door and towards Antony's duplex. Antoinette Devereux Despite very little actually changing, she found herself unable to muster the strength to remove herself from the floor. Be it the remaining pain, apathy, or simply how drained she felt, both emotionally, physically, and mentally. So she remained there, only managing to curl her legs closer to her body by the time he had reached her duplex, which was unfortunately locked. Anatoli Schreier He ran to the duplex as fast as he could run without risking the knife slipping down his pants leg or something equally awkard. So, really, it was more of a jog of careful determination if only because he would probably get zapped for holding the knife out in the open. Once he clumsily ran up the stairs, he carefully pulled out the weapon and placed his left hand on the doorknob, his back pressed against the door so whatever was inside wouldn't see him. Breathing hard, he slowly turned the knob... only to find it was locked. "Damn it!" The opossum muttered, his green eyes wandering over to the graffiti that had marked the duplex. That's certainly new, not to mention festive. He frowned darkly. Maybe whoever did that was the one that hurt her! But now wasn't the time to really think things through, and let's face it, Anatoli is no James Bond. Sneaking into a locked duplex isn't going to work. So, the next alternative? Pounding on the door and shouting! Antoinette Devereux The excessive noise jerked her from her stupor, and her breathing quickened in a panicked fashion, her eyes wide as she stared at the door. Stay still. The squirrel wanted her to stay still or hide, but Antony recognized the voice after a bit of straining and made a whimpering noise in response. "T-t-toli?" She chattered, pushing herself to a sort of sitting position with a deep wince as her spine protested this movement. It took her a while to deduce that he probably thought she had been mauled by the crazed wolf woman or something equally as horrible after simply hearing her change. By that time, the squirrel woman had dragged herself over the short distance of floor to the door, stretching up and unlocking the door before collapsing back onto the floor with a grunt.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 10:07 pm
[Punching Richard in ze face.]
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 10:07 pm
[The seed of revenge. Getting dirt on Richard via talk with Sabin.]
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 10:27 am
During his nap, Richard's duplex door had experienced a visitor of sorts, and as evidence, a plain white envelope stood affixed to the door. It was addressed plainly on the outside to "Richard R. Harrison, former Feral Labs employee". Inside, are two unsigned, handwritten pages.  [-2-]  A few obviously planted white locks of fur fell out when the pages were opened. To prove that she wasn't bluffing on the threats, Richard's ex wife's name, death date, and cause of death were scribed on the back of the last page. Clearly, she had excellent sources.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 10:36 am
Since the heated meeting with Marshall, and the not so cheerful meeting with Billy prior to that, Oz had a long time to just sit and stew over many things that had bothered him about the Island. A lot of things flashed through his mental list of grievances, not least the inappropriate timing of his changes towards beast. So far, whilst taking some blame for Marshall's accident, he mostly blamed the labs. And then another event popped into his mind, one that could have made life more difficult and miserable than it already was.
Sayuri knowing about his time with Ant.
He had to know - did she squeal to the mermaid? Or did the labs, by whatever means? He had a reason to go see her, since he had yet to properly thank her for his Christmas gift.
So it was that he hobbled from his duplex and through the village core towards Ant's duplex, hesitating a while before knocking on her door. Waiting for an answer, he thought about his method of gleaming this information from her...which would no doubt not be subtle considering Oz's lack of tact.
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