Art was in his tent, still finding his socks, when he heard Pseok. "Oh, that stupid human!" he'd said. It was nice to know that everyone he was traveling with loved humans so much, he and Dave being the only ones around.
"Get me a mop," he mumbled to himself. "I'm dripping with sarcasm." He chuckled quietly.
He reached for his gunbelts, and found that one was missing.
"SHIT!"
Meanwhile, outside, Blaze was rolling his eyes at Kix. "Thanks for that, Kix." He turned and looked at his sister. "Streak? Any coffee?"
Streak looked over. "Ugh. Who needs coffee?"
"Art."
Streak grimmaced. Humans and their coffee. She picked up the notebook and quickly scribbled Art doesn't need coffee.
Within moments, Art came out of the tent, looking fully awake and aware, ready to go.
"Where's my other gun? Who took it?"
Everyone looked at each other. No one had touched it.
Art growled, rather uncharacteristically, and stalked about the campsite. "Someone took it. A theif in the night. I'm going into town right now and find the bastard." And he went to the car. "Anyone who wants to see someone in town ... I guess you'd better come along." He was looking at Kaira.
A side note: What Streak didn't realize was that she had made Art never able to grow tired, and therefore he would never need coffee. Had she added the words "this morning" to her writing, he would have been fine.
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Dave slowly realized he was getting lost. He was stumbling around near the bottom of the mountain, but didn't know exactly where to go. He thought he heard someone - it might have been one of the others - call for him, but it was too distant for him to tell who it was.
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Fisher observed the fireball, laughed right out loud. And, looking like the world's oldest birthday boy, he puffed out his cheeks and blew that fire out.
"Come now. Surely a Cat like yourself can appreciate the skills of a psychic?"
And just then ... Dave crashed into the clearing that Fisher had set up camp in.
For just a moment, Fisher was too surprised to believe what he had seen. He hadn't been able to locate Dave on his own, since his visions of him were so clouded. But once he saw him he knew.
Fisher began to grin - a wide grin no human could rightly make. His teeth almost seemed to lengthen. "Hello there, David!"
Dave was instantly on edge. As far as he was concerned, anyone who called him David instead of Dave was either an enemy, someone getting angry with him, or his brother, who insised on using full names and not nicknames.
Dave knew it was Fisher instantly, of course. He had created him. And he was suddenly sure that he would have been better off doing no such thing.
I need a gun, Dave thought. Dear God, I need a gun right this very instant.
Without warning, a gunbelt tied itself around Dave. Dave and Fisher both looked at it in equal amounts of surprise. Dave had time to think Doesn't this belong to Art? before he saw Fisher lunging for him.
In his excitement, Fisher had partially dropped his human disguise. His skin was pulled tight on his face, his sunken eyes glowed red, his lips were nearly non existent, and his teeth, now pointed, seemed to protrude from his mouth. Smaller teeth-like things stuck out of his cheekbones, and his hair grew whispy and long behind him.
Dave saw this in a matter of seconds, and drew the gun with speed that surprised himself (but he knew that it would never best ol' Roland, or even Art).
Dave pointed the gun at Fisher, who immediately stopped short. His disguise was still frayed. His finely tailored suit appeared to be hanging off of him, almost like it was a sorceror-like robe in disguise. Dave noted that Fisher's hands had become feral and talon-like. And, maybe the most eerie and disturbing change of all, was that Fisher's nose and ears had disappeared.
Dave held the gun in Fisher's face ... and realized with dismay that he had no idea how to handle a gun. He'd never shot one in his life.
But Dave knew Fisher's nature ... and knew that Fisher had no way of knowing that. So it was all about bluffing.
"Fisher. Stay away from me. I'll ****ing shoot you. I've seen too much weird shit in the past few days. And I really regret ever calling you to this world. So back the **** off."
Dave looked down and saw a cat. Not knowing that Akky had been called back into the storyline, he didn't associate this cat with Kix's long missing adversary. "And take your cat with you."
Fisher had composed himself, and again looked like the businessman he was once again, fully human. "Fine. Okay. But know I'll be back." He looked at Akky. "You. Let's go."
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OOC: Phew! Intruigue. Sorry for the longish post.
Last edited by Dave; 03-29-2006 at 07:46 AM..
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