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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 20, 2004 1:50:48 GMT -5
Bassarov shudders at the thought. If Hope returns...and fights him..there is no way he could defeat her. He would be toast. He comes to the startling conclusion that he has someone 200x more powerful than him severly angry.
He feels suddenly sick to his stomach.
"I have done a very bad thing....and now....I will pay." Bassarov's eyes are wide with fear.
"Hell hath no fury like..."
He says nothing more.
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Post by Lunar on Jan 20, 2004 1:54:29 GMT -5
"Your preachin' to the choir pal. Could be worse, she could've been a Dragon. I got a story to tell you about Dragons man. Stay away from them if you follow me cus..."
Lunar clears his throat and scratches his chin, "Maybe another time. I think you got other problems."
Lunar points towards Kaikea, who is looking non-to-happy at the moment.
The werewolfsits down, straightening his back with a groan. "Your ceiling is a little low. Well, I suppose I should help you out. Fix the windows or something. After all, ya did take the whole assault thing rather well."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 20, 2004 2:01:42 GMT -5
"Yes....I will do my best to avoid dragons."
Bassarov walks over to Kaieka, who seems angry yet satisfied. To her, Hope is a naive prudent young woman. No longer a threat.
"Thanks for offering to help fix up the place. I am not the best with manual labor myself, but installing some new windows should be easy enough for me."
Bassarov walks out the door about to go to Lucern for supplies. He knows that Hope is lurking about in the city.
"On second though....why don't I give you the money and you can pick up what is needed for repairs. I would rather avoid seeing Hope again."
Bassarov hands the wolf man some cash.
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Post by Lunar on Jan 20, 2004 2:06:52 GMT -5
Hey, maybe I can find her.
"Alright, sounds like a plan."
Lunar stands and returns to his human form. He glances down at his body, most of him is skin, nothing but the baggy pants for cloths.
"Um... can I trouble you for some cloths? I might stick out a little like this. I generally don't find a need for them but with humans around and Infinity agrents in the city ready to make anything strange disappear I think something more 'normal' is in order."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 20, 2004 2:15:11 GMT -5
Bassarov goes to his wardrob. His clothes are all black, white, gray, red...and designer. His taste in clothes would have gotten praises from the guys on "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy."
Bassarov is a lithe, slender person. Not nearly as muscular and tall as the were wolf. He doubts that his clothes will fit. He finds some of his larger apparel and gives them to Lunar.
A gray turtle kneck sweater, a black hipster jacket, and black pants.
They are small on the werewolf. He looks strange. Like a really hairy beatnik.
"Well, those aren't so bad. It doesn;t look like your style."
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Post by Lunar on Jan 20, 2004 2:19:31 GMT -5
"Your right. Hang on."
Lunar inhales deeply and bears his teeth, closing his eyes tightly. His body shrinks, his torso becoming more slender, his arms and legs thinning.
In a moment he fits the cloths perfectly. He opens his eyes and takes several long slow breaths.
"I hate doing that. It hurts alot. But this is all the better. No one will be able to tell me for who I am."
When he rises his face Bassarov can see it's changed. His cheek bones are higher, his skin a little tighter. The changes are minor but enough together to make him look slightly different.
"Part of being a Alpha, complete control over my transformations, including human form."
He rubs his face, "Still hurts though. Right, so which way is town?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 20, 2004 2:25:56 GMT -5
"North...through the forest and down a hill. It is a 10 minute walk. Not far at all."
Bassarov is amazed by the transformation. The were wolf now looks much more human and civilized. He could pass as an intellectual or an artist dressed as he is. Bassarov remembers what Lunar said earlier about Hope. About wanting to find her in town. Now that Lunar has a new body and fashionable new clothes, this idea seems worse than it did before.
"I would avoid Hope. She...wouldn't want to be bothered by anyone right now anyway."
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Post by Lunar on Jan 20, 2004 2:30:48 GMT -5
"Alright, I suppose you know her best."
Lunar looks at himself in the hall mirror and frowns.
"Man, I like good. I dislike having to dress up, it's not me at all."
Just as well. You met her like this and she's in for a suprise later on. Besides, she's only seen you in wolf form... if that.
"Alright, I'll be back with the supplies soon enough." He glances at Kaieka an as he passes Bassarov he whispers in his ear, "Remember what I said about Dragon Bassarov."
Taking quick, long strides Lunar leaves, heading north towards town.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 20, 2004 2:36:15 GMT -5
Bassarov watches him leave. Another wierdo to add to the collection of wierdos living at the villa.
Bassarov grabs a broom and starts to sweep up what remains of the furniture.
"Another eventful day," Bassarov says as he sweeps the sofa into a dust pan...."Yes, never a dull moment."
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Post by Lunar on Jan 20, 2004 12:31:33 GMT -5
Lunar makes it to town in mintues, his long stride and quick steps moving him along at a good clip. He stumbles once or twice, needing to ajust to his new body shape. Such is the way when he shapeshifts.
Moving from the trees and grass into the cement jungle of the city Lunar feels the familiar need to turn back, return to the woods. But he has long since learned to overcome that feeling.
Picking at his teeth with his tounge Lunar walks down the streets, his interest darting from one place to another. The sound of his own shoed feet on the sideway facinates him at first but his gaze and his attention drifts around.
Cars, other people, sounds. Even late at night like this there is activity in the city. After about fifteen minutes Lunar stops and looks around. All he sees is large buildings and cement. He spends a full minute looking around.
"I am so lost." He says out loud to himself.
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Post by Hope98 on Jan 20, 2004 12:34:59 GMT -5
It was a mistake to come to Lucern. What was I thinking? Who am I fooling? I look like such a fool. No, I am not a fool. I was not told everything I needed to know. Bassarov is the fool for getting on my bad side. I might have helped him with his revolutionary activity, now, I will go my own way and take my own actions.
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I sigh.
I watch the swans drift along clear lake Lucern. I should go back to my friends soon. That is where I belong
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Post by Lunar on Jan 20, 2004 12:41:17 GMT -5
Lunar works his way through Lucern, wondering how he forgot that he always gets lost in cities. Of course, he always forgot that so this wasn't really a suprise now that he remembered.
Hell, there has to be a map or something. Man this place is bigger than I thought. Maybe...
He sniffs the air. Trees... and water. Alright, he can find his way! Following the scent of water Lunar moves through the city. Once he has someplace he can start from he can try and find the hardware store.
And then how to get back.
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Post by Hope98 on Jan 20, 2004 12:46:05 GMT -5
The noise in my head starts up. Someone is near. I quickly turn around and charge up my eye beams just in case.
It is only a man, who appears to be no threat and also appears to be lost. I relax.
"Can I help you find something? You appear disoriented."
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Post by KitsuneHime on Jan 20, 2004 12:49:06 GMT -5
Suzumi went up to the roof, and sat there, musing.
Lunar's question echoed in her mind. 'Why does a fox want to learn to be a wolf? I wish I knew...' She saw Riku on the roof, but said nothing, and merely sat there, gazing at the moon.
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Post by Lunar on Jan 20, 2004 12:53:11 GMT -5
Lunar looks around for the voice. He's found the lake but he's still int he city. He looks at the girl who spoke and blinks. ((He doesn't recognise Hope because when he saw her she was burning with pink fire.))
"Yes, I'm rather lost. I'm trying to find a hardware store but..." he guestures at the city around him, "I don't spend alot of time in the city."
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