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Post by KiddoFreak on Feb 25, 2006 19:10:35 GMT -5
Slowly, the hulking worlf-man pick himself up. His ears had picked up on the exchangd words, though his weary brain had ceased to process much of it. Quinn caught that he was supposed to help get rid of the body. Something felt strange about touching a dead body -- all of his new instincts were calling out to him to stay away. Quinn forced those down and wrapped his clawed hands around the equally bulky body of his short-lived friend. For the first time in his life, it seemed, Quinn had a hard time lifting an object. He couldn't be sure if it was due to its weight... or if it was that pressure pushing on his chest. Quinn wanted to cry for someone else.
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Post by Lobstrosity on Feb 25, 2006 20:06:06 GMT -5
Kevin wandered all day and made it back to the city by nightfall. He wandered down the street and felt the rain on his face once more. The rain that never stopped. It felt so good after his desert adventure. He stopped and bent down to drink from a puddle. Suddenly, his brlurry vision was flooded with light. He heard a car door slam and someone grabbed him. "There you are." A voice said. "We've been looking all over for you." Then another voice alled over, "Just get him in the van, and we'll take him back to the lab." Kevin was hauled roughly into the back of what he could only assume was the van which was mentioned. His already poor vision prevented him from seeing much, and he had been dazzled by the bright headlights. After a short trip, the doors opened and he was dragged into a building. Kevin decided this was enough and began to struggle wildly, squeaking "Unhand me, you ruffians!" Someone grabbed ahold of his arm, and he felt a needle being inserted. He remembered nothing after that.
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Post by Niccolo on Feb 25, 2006 22:17:13 GMT -5
(Lobs, you'd better get caught up with the rest of the party damn soon. I'm rapidly getting sick of your sillyness)
Moving over to Vincnet's lifeless corpse, he patted quinn on the shoulder.
"Hold up, Quinn, let's relieve Bear boy of all this gear before we ger rid of 'im."
It was surprisingly quick to get the 200 pounds of assorted weapontry off of Vincent's body. A minute or so later, Victor spoke.
"Allright wolf-o, lets bring 'im down to the canal. One, two, three, hup!" He said as he tried to lift his half of Victor. The body went up, ant then his end crashed down suddenly as he couldn't hold on any longer.
Victor tumbled backwards and landed on the concrete floor. He sat up and thougt for a second, then looked at his furred arms. They were considerably thinner and less muscled than he remembered. As a matter of fact, he was smaller and slighter as a whole.
Am I really this weak now? This is gonna take some getting used to...
"Damn it..." He muttered to himself. He sat for several seconds in scilence before he stood slowly.
"...Okay. Henniken! Hey, Henniken! We need some help lifting th' bear! Give us hand here!" He shouted over.
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Post by Lobstrosity on Feb 25, 2006 22:51:35 GMT -5
Kevin awoke in a cell, perhaps the same one he had been to before. It was dark, and he found that although poor, his nightvision was slightly improved. He realized he could now move his bat wing arm, and his other arm felt different. Raising it close to his face, he realized that his other arm was now a wing. As he began to move, he found that his torso and legs were now lighter and more bat like as well. The transformation was complete. His new body ached all over. His throat hurt as well. He could hear the voices of people down the hall. He heard them very clearly discussing the 'subjects' referring to him and the people he had met the other day. Then he heard a metallick clank nearby. The door slowly swung open, but nobody came in. He wandered out into the hall, but nobody saw him. He picked up an old crossbow from a nearby locker. Then he wandered off until he found a door. He opened it and walked outside. Then he stretched his new wings, flapped them once or twice to test them, and took to the air.
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Post by GamerMan on Mar 7, 2006 19:41:45 GMT -5
"ok, ill come help" hennekin said reluctantly. For what things being part cat, if he accually was part cat, gave him, strength, unfortunetly, was not one of them. However, his rat friend needed help, sohe might as well give it to him. 'Help', 'friend', hmm thats not exactly terms he was use to using, however neither was the internal hatred of being given a task. maybe the horror of what happened was changing him, giving him new closeness, maybe being part cat was hurting his personality. Maybe both. "hmm, ill need to keep a close eye on this", he thought to himself, then rerealised the task at hand and walked over to give them some help.
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Post by Niccolo on Mar 8, 2006 17:47:34 GMT -5
The trio of half-men dragged the massive corpse to a nearby canal, and uncerimoniously dumped the body in. Turning to his companions, Victor spoke.
"Let's just hope he isn't found. Could be big trouble if he was." He said, looking back at the canal. "Eh. Let's get back to the warehouse and see what we can scounge up."
Walking through the pouring rain and back into the old warehouse he looked over the rows and rows of enormous crates.
"I chose this warehouse because it used to hold military non-combat items before it was abandoned. Cots, canned rations, BDUs, flashlights, everythig we need. They left in a hurry, so I'll bet some of it's still here. Let's see what we can find.'
After about an hour of searching, it was found that many of the crates still had most everything they needed. Victor brought an armful of rations, three pans, and a matchbook over to an open spot in the warehouse. Then, taking a crowbar, he broke apart an empty wooden crate, and used the scrapwood to light a meager fire.
"Let's eat, grab some sleep, and then we can figure out what to in the morning. I think there's some folding cots over there when you wanna sleep." Said Victor as he heated the meat from the rations over the flame.
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Post by KiddoFreak on Mar 8, 2006 21:21:58 GMT -5
Normally, Quinn didn't eat much. However, his new animalian urges forced him to eat a large portion of rations he obtained from another crate. He had stayed quiet since they had dumped the body, he simply didn't feel like talking very much. However, once there was a little sustenance in his body something sparked inside of him. The flame was small, but it was heat nonetheless. Turning his head slowly back and forth between his unlikely companions, he finally spoke -- his voice strangely gruff to him. It maintained the same sense of apathy that his old tones held, however, something deep and almost snarling accompainied it now. "If we will be together for a time, and I assume we will be..." Quinn didn't know if he sounded excited or sullen, "... then perhaps we should learn something about each other." A thought skirted through his mind: He wondered if they even knew who they were anymore.
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Post by GamerMan on Mar 9, 2006 22:06:13 GMT -5
hennekin shot his wolf 'partner' a look of disgust, then went back to eating
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Post by Niccolo on Mar 11, 2006 19:36:43 GMT -5
Victor sighed at Quinn. He hated those "get to know you" types. However, it seemed he would be stuck with Quinn for a while and he didn't want to lose his strength. He would tolerate this... for now.
"Allright then Wolf-o, you start." he said reluctantly.
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Post by KiddoFreak on Mar 12, 2006 0:11:53 GMT -5
Quinn gave out a heavy, raspy sigh, unsure of how much of his sketchy past to reveal. He had to be careful around people... "Canis... you need to talk to me if you want us to help you." Her voice still sounded sweet, despite its obtrusive nature. Faintly, he wondered what he sounded like. "Canis is dead. He doesn't need help..." "Well," Quinn heaved, "You can call me Quinn. For the past year or so I've been working as a custodian. They took away my medical liscence... " His human eye once more trailed across his companions. "That's about all I can tell you about me. To be honest, I don't know much about myself anymore."
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Post by Niccolo on Mar 12, 2006 19:19:29 GMT -5
"Humph. M'name's Victor. Victor Shaw. I'm in the business of private investigation. I know more than my fair share about this city, and I can handle myself in... situations... pretty well."
And thats all they need to know...
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Post by GamerMan on Mar 27, 2006 22:35:14 GMT -5
i worked at the NSA for a while until I was unhappy with what they tried to make me do, then I went working many jobs and quit all of them because they wern't worth my effort. NE ways im still a member of the NSA, but i've not had an assignment in 12 years.
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Post by GamerMan on Apr 30, 2006 0:31:36 GMT -5
"what do you think we should do, leave the country, take this to the media, hide..." he says, then pausing to think for a bit "suiside?"
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Post by GamerMan on Apr 30, 2006 0:33:12 GMT -5
"what do you think we should do, leave the country, take this to the media, hide..." he says, then pausing to think for a bit "suiside...?" he suggests. Although he did not plan to do it, he thought it worth suggesting
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