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Post by Jack Logan on May 31, 2007 1:52:11 GMT -5
"Dunno, they wer actin' right wierd earlier. All scared o' me and shi'. Couple of 'em said I wasn' welcome here, I mean, I'm only a blood-relative, right? I mean, fook that."
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Post by RekKa on May 31, 2007 23:00:09 GMT -5
"Best not ta let it bother you, bu' I know what you mean."
They finish setting up the stage, and as soon as they don't think anyone's looking, the boys go straight to work sabotaging it. They're probably lookin' for a good laugh, but...
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Post by Jack Logan on May 31, 2007 23:26:09 GMT -5
Jack runs over to the kids when he notices them messing around with the stage.
"Oi! You lot! What the fook do ya' think you're doin?"
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Post by RekKa on Jun 2, 2007 16:03:22 GMT -5
"Oh shite!"
They drop what they were doing and run off toward the woods. Michael is not far behind you.
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Post by Jack Logan on Jun 2, 2007 23:44:57 GMT -5
"Ay, where da ya think ya'er goin?"
Jack chases after them, wanting to know what the heck is going on.
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Post by RekKa on Jun 3, 2007 0:40:00 GMT -5
You chase them through the woods, full out sprint in order to keep up. You feel a sense of... primal familiarity as the trees rush past you, the cold, wet mud trails off behind you. Dusk brings a clear, moonless sky.
Your mind feels distracted... followed by a moment of pure clarity... then darkness.
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You wake, groggy and in a decent amount of pain. Your head is throbbing, and your body feels... weird.
Quietly, an unfamiliar voice, "'Ey, he's comin' to..."
You hear Michael address you, "Don't get up too fast, Jack. Sorry 'boot your head... I might've used a wee bit much force..."
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Post by Jack Logan on Jun 3, 2007 12:53:05 GMT -5
"Ooooh, what tha fook jus' happen'd? Where am I?"
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Post by RekKa on Jun 3, 2007 13:22:26 GMT -5
The words don't come out right. They're slurred and garbled. "Don' try talkin' if ye kin help it. An' fer the luv of all on this green earth, don' freak out. Don' wan' Michael knockin' you out agin." The unfamiliar voice again.
"Jack," Micheal says with a calm, even tone, "I'm not really sure how to break this to ya, but you're among friends here. We're like you--Garou... werewolves."
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Post by Jack Logan on Jun 3, 2007 22:12:52 GMT -5
"Unghwaha?"
Jack's brain isn't really firing on all cylinders yet. He's not really sure what happened or what they mean by all of this, and his head still really hurts. Is this a dream? he wonders. Jack tries to sit up and look around him.
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Post by RekKa on Jun 4, 2007 0:59:06 GMT -5
Your body is still moving weird. You notice a bit of a snout in your central peripheral vision, and you are indeed covered in fur and claws.
It's dark, but you see perfectly fine. Trees... two other people (one of them Michael) and a large wolf keeping his stare intently on you... in case you try anything funny.
"Don't try to speak--just chill for a minit an' let it sink in. Then we'll see about gettin' you back ta bein' in human form."
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Post by Jack Logan on Jun 5, 2007 0:55:35 GMT -5
"Bloody 'ell..."
He tries to sit up, if he can, and pinches himself (gingerly! those claws look sharp!) to make sure this isn't a dream.
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Post by RekKa on Jun 5, 2007 23:17:55 GMT -5
No dream this time.
"Um, I s'pose I should make some introductions right quick... um.... This 'ere's Takes the Dawn, Gregory Homeyard," he points to the other human. He then jestures to the wolf, "Last to Sing... she actually's one of the few Lupus around here. And you can call me 'Evergreen Thief' if you'd like. Either name's fine for now," he says with somewhat of a nervous smile... as if he's not really sure what to do about you.
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Post by Jack Logan on Jun 6, 2007 0:54:17 GMT -5
"Uhh, I think I'll jus' stick to Mike fer now, if that's ok."
Jack's still confused as hell, but if he's starting to regain his bearings and senses, he's going to take a better look around, at himself primarily. "I dinnae unnerstan' any o'this..."
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Post by RekKa on Jun 6, 2007 13:09:22 GMT -5
Your reply comes as a combination of snarls, growls, and a little bit of body language... but you seem to understand yourself alright--it really is weird. The others seem to understand you as well.
Anyway, you're probably about... oh, eight feet tall, with big, ripply muscles. There's a tail. It kind of moves of its own volition, but you can kind of control it. Standing is kind of strange with digitgrade feet, but it isn't too bad.
"I'm jus' glad I found ye when I did! Kinda had a' inklin' you were garou when we met. Good thing too, ya might well 'a had those boys for supper... an' dealin' with that would've been friggin' sucky. Mos' people wake up wi' blood on their hands after their first change--you got mighty lucky, kid."
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Post by Jack Logan on Jun 6, 2007 20:46:45 GMT -5
"This is right weird..." Jack flexes a bit, testing out this new body. "Wow... a werewolf. Me gran used' ta tell me stories when I was smaller, but I ne'aer thought they wer' real!"
He looks up at the empty sky. "Wait a sec, isn' this only s'pposed ta happen unner a full moon?"
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