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 Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 8:21 am
As Malic was released by his captor he skuttered backwards on his arse until he felt the wall press his back. Picho had missed with his cape and now Nick was hiden under the table.
His mind was reeling, now free from the heavy chains of fear and had a few questions of his own:
"Wh-what the hell!?" His voice shook, but his tone raised in fury. The apology only fueled his anger that had been held back from his phobia earlier.
"H-how DARE y-you!" He cried still huddled in the corner with his knees up, Nick knew how bad he was, so this has to be a cruel joke, there was no other reason except- a wift of mint caught in his nostrils. A pause in thought. Was that it?
It didn't make any sense, how can the smell of some weird plant make anybody go crazy like this? Malic gritted his teeth, his chest still heaving, his face pale but his cheeks flushed a rose coloured taint. This was a sick stunt and worse still Malic would always do as predicted, he had no control and that made him ashamed, he blinked water from his dark grey eyes that held a termoil of hate, fear and shame.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 8:42 am
For once Nick knew how Malic felt, his own mind thoughts where being plagued with fear. He clasped his paws to the side of his head trembling uncontrollably; he’d lost all control, his feline instincts completely controlling him. And Malics yelling didn’t help him either.
“I didn’t mean to!” He bellowed back, as he begin to curl in a fetal ball for his own protection, “I couldn't control myself”
What could have driven him so crazy in the first place? It suddenly dawned on him. Catnip, his own pet cat always reacted similarly to it’s scent, but he never dreamed he’d experience it himself.
“Why!? Why did you give me catnip!?” His own anger peaking now, what own earth was Malic thinking, how else would he have expected him to react? He was asking for it now.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 9:35 am
An old man walked through the door. While it was quite obvious he was a good many times older then everyone else, his body still seemed in very good condition. His mind on the other hand....
"What are you punks doing on my farm?!" He shouted.
And as adruptly as he came, he seemed to have forgotten what he was shouting about and walked out the door to talk to a tree about old war stories.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 9:39 am
The old man had starteled Picho. A darth vader like sound could be heard from the mask, but much much faster.
"Huh? where.. oh.. huh?" The sounds calmed down as he cocked his head to the side watching Nick and Malic getting ready to fight. "Just like a married couple."
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 11:59 am
((O.o uh, random Picho)) Don't be paranoid,
they really are coming to get you.
For a second he felt pity for the trembling lad, could it be his transformation? Did the animal part take over his mind as well as his body? That sent a new spasm of fear wash over his body. Would he follow suit, just lose control? Would one day the lad become just a cat, with nothing left of the human part of him? Or was this all part of an elaborate joke?
The last part he was beginning to doubt, but still held on to some anger and fear towards the moggy-man as suspicion hid in the cracks. And it flared now as he was aggressively accused of giving him catnip.
"Give you what!?" Was Nick blaming him for what just happened? He shook his head in disbelief. "Catnip? How the hell could I give you catnip if I don't even know what it is!?" Was it some sort of messed up drug going round the island? What possessed him into believing that Malic would give him anything!
The flustered man struggled to his feet, leaning against the wall for support. His legs felt like jelly, but the strength was returning. Malic opened his mouth to yell something else but was cut short by the old fogy that came in bellowing about some farm then left again.
"You're all crazy!" He stated instead, eyes darting to Nick and Picho in a glare. Picho seemed to be enjoying himself too much, Malic thought coldly.
"I'm out of here." Malic muttered and pushed himself from the wall and walked towards the door on unsteady legs, but somehow he didn't trip or tumble.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 1:15 pm
He doesn’t know what catnip is?, Nicholas was taken aback at this statement. But it had to be catnip, nothing could have possibly had that effect on me….unless. Unless he really was losing his human half, and his instincts where taking over. He shuddered at the though of becoming nothing but a cat, though he had come to accept he was becoming one physically, but but the thought of becoming one mentally aswell was too much for him to bear.
“No…no” he started sobbing and he continued trembling, he curled up into a tighter ball beneath the table. He closed his eyes and tried to force himself into napping. He knew his midday naps where part of his new feline mind, but certain things had already managed to burn themselves into his natural behavior, and had stopped fazing him altogether.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 8:28 pm
(old people can be quite random when they dont know what they are doing here.)
Picho placed his robe back on, clasping it back to the mask. His cloths underneath were as white as the robe.
He reached up on the underneath of the mask, and clicked a switch, then went back to were he was sleeping before.
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 3:50 am
The sobbing made Malic stop just at the door. He didn't turn around, just stood there, his fists were clentched but gingerlly relaxed. His body remained tensed and shoulders were held up, shaking still. This was getting weirder and weirder. He was tired, mentally and physically and now he felt his fear and anger ebb.
Then with a scawl he left to go to his duplex. He didn't need another confritation, didn't want whatever affected the cat, to happen again. No way, once was enough for this timid man.
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