2005-11-04

<TashaForge> ::wingin it! BWAAAAAAK! XD::
<TashaForge> ::issa…in the gym doing her morning jog! in a white tank top and red running shorts. some white tennis shoes::
<_Matt_> (( Something you might find useful, CK, and you too Annu should you still be working on your site creation: http://mattfiske.werewolfsmg.net/misc/navigation/navigation.zip ))
<JosieLyons> ((lol I am! And to answer the question you left after I went to bed, yeah I’ve been playing around with slice tool lol ::trying to come up with something for the DK page::))
<TashaForge> ((ooo..;;clickies!::))
<JosieLyons> ::iiis strolling the halls as she’s onna break! sippin’ some gin and juice- er coffee I mean XD::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::is, erm, somewhere. Unless she’s nowhere.::
<JosieLyons> ::pokes head inna gym:: I didn’t know you liked to run, Forge.  Do you do this every morning?
<JosieLyons> ((<LS>::is a figment of her own imagination. realizes she doesn’t really exist and vanishes!:: <Mun> UGH new bio.))
<TashaForge> ::grabs water off bench as she runs by. Smiles at Josie and stops by the door:: Morning, Lyons.  Yep!  Wakes me up and gets me going for the day. ::takes a drink of water::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES*))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<JosieLyons> Heh, well I too enjoy early morning runs. ::smiles:: You should try running in the park instead of the gym while the weather’s good.
<TashaForge> Oh? which Park?….where IS the park anyway?
<JosieLyons> Megakat City has several.  Closest one here is Manx Municipal, a few blocks from here.
<TashaForge> Hmm..I may have to look into that one then.  Thanks!
<JosieLyons> No problem. ::checks watch:: If you’d like, I’d be happy to show it to you now.
<TashaForge> ::glances at watch as well. smiles:: sure! I got some time before I go on duty.  ::sips water and makes a move to go with her::
<JosieLyons> ::heads out in the hall and goes out backway:: This is the quickest way to go. ::smiles:: I normally run before I get on duty.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::is still camping out in the shed in the park, having done her best to keep the bugs away. Not too comfortable, but the price is right. Wakes up from a nap and brushes at her hair::
<TashaForge> Oh really?  Hmm..we may have to go running some morning. ::going with!::
<JosieLyons> ((and thanks Matt! This navigation thing is great. ^_^))
<JosieLyons> ::nods:: Sure, we can do that when our schedules align. ::smiles and walky walky to the park!::
<TashaForge> ((::looking:: indeed! Thanks!))
<LizzieSelkirk> Urgh . . . <I *need* to get a job or something soon.> :;brushes some dirt out of her hair, hopes there aren’t any bugs she may have missed. Opens the shed door and brushes herself off, then reaches in after for her backpack::
<TashaForge> Great.  Not sure when that will be but we can see when we get back to the HQ.
<JosieLyons> ((<animals>::in the park flee from the stench that has become LS::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*))
<JosieLyons> Sure thing. ::arrives!:: And here we are, Manx Municipal park.  You can tell by that statue of him over there. ::points it out::
<_Matt_> <Mysterious Individual> :: can be seen behind the shed door once it’s closed ::
<TashaForge> ((::DIES!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ::outside the shed, presumably? Jumps and gasps!::
<TashaForge> ::nods:: This isn’t a bad distance at all.  It’ll be a lot nicer to come here instead of the gym.
<JosieLyons> Yes, it really is.  The jogging path begins here. ::walks her over there::
<_Matt_> <Mysterious Individual> :: withdraws a small disc-shaped stone with writing in some unknown language. In one quick motion palms the talisman on LS’ forehead :: <Talisman> :: seemingy disolves, and flashes brightly, vividly illuminating the area, causing temporarily blinding effects ::
<TashaForge> ::walks over!:: Okay. Thanks.  I’ll definitly start coming here more.
<LizzieSelkirk> What – AAAAGH! ::clutches her eyes as she’s blinded::
<JosieLyons> ((<LS> This is far out man but like… sleeping in sheds is my anti-drug… kay…? ))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*!))
<TashaForge> ((::DIES!::))
<_Matt_> <Brightness> :: subsides just as soon as it came :: <Mysterious Individual> :: has disapeared ::
* Kutlass has joined #mbi_sk
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Lo!))
<TashaForge> ((heys!))
<Kutlass> ((Hey, everyone!))
<JosieLyons> ((Hey Kutlass! We started not too long ago. ^_^))
* JosieLyons sets mode: +o Kutlass
<LizzieSelkirk> <AAAAGH> ::may or may not have been audible to other parkgoers::
<JosieLyons> ::blinks:: Did you hear someone scream?
<LizzieSelkirk> Ow ow ow . . . ::rubs her eyes as her sight slowly comes back::
* Kutlass is now known as FletchRyder
<TashaForge> ::blinks:: I think I did. Come on! ::Takes off in the direction it came from!::
<LizzieSelkirk> What was – ::sees that the mysterious personage is gone:: – that for.
<JosieLyons> ::is at the park with Tasha showing her jogging path! LS just got beaned with some fizzy pop talisman that dissolved inna her forehead by a mysterious individual! and she screamed. XD::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::pulls her backpack tighter, scared now::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::wait, did it dissolve *into* the forehead, or just plain dissolve?::
<JosieLyons> ::rushes after Tasha she does!::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::sort of fell crouched on the ground while she was blinded, gets up again::
<TashaForge> ::finds LS then?::
<_Matt_> <Talisman> :: has been transmitted into LS. It’s purpose… ::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::ah, okay. Presumably she cannot feel it?::
<_Matt_> <Talisman> :: probably not :
<JosieLyons> ((<_Matt_> ::… IS EVIL! MOOHAWHAWHAWHAW!::))
<TashaForge> ((LOL! we all KNEW that! XD))
<JosieLyons> ::yes is LS spottable?::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((<Annu> The previous comment was brought to you by the Redundancy Department of Redundany ;) ))
<TashaForge> ((::Dies!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ::probably. Mun never decided where in the park the shed was, so up to other muns::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::is a bit dazed and frazzled at the moment and does not spot Josie and Tasha right away::
<JosieLyons> ((::dead!::))
<TashaForge> Over there! :;runs to LS!:: Miss? are you okay?
<JosieLyons> ::finds her then yahoo! rushes up to LS’s side, glancing around::
<FletchRyder> ::on his bike, pedaling through the park with a pair of shades, a sleeveless t-shirt, and shorts on. huffing and puffing as if he’s been riding for a while now::
<LizzieSelkirk> Ow . . . Yeah, I’m okay. Just hit my head – ::sees the Tasha and the Josie, and tenses up, recognizing them::
<TashaForge> Do you need medical attention?  ::looking her over to make sure she’s okay::
<LizzieSelkirk> No, no, I’m fine! ::feels a sudden urge to be in another place::
<LizzieSelkirk> Thanks anyway, though.
<JosieLyons> ::Blinks:: Hey wait… you were at the MBI the other day, Halloween night.
<LizzieSelkirk> . . . What’s an MBI? ::tries to act like she doesn’t know them. Probably fails miserably::
<TashaForge> ::recognizes her now:: Yeah…you were!  Remember the freaky basement and..well..yeah. ::don’t wanna sound TOTALLY insane XD::
<LizzieSelkirk> I’m sorry, but you must have me confused with someone else . . . ::tries to back slowly away::
<JosieLyons> Look if you need help or something, we are the kats for that.  ::notes her dirty disheveled appearance?::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::sure::
<LizzieSelkirk> No, it’s okay, I’m fine.
<TashaForge> You sure?  ::stands up from kneeling by LS::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::is standing up too, nods fiercely and continues to try and back away a little::
<JosieLyons> We were just heading back inside… for some donuts and milk.  You helped us out the other night, would you like to share some with us?
<TashaForge> ::smiles:: Yeah. In thanks for your help.  You could clean up and all.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::shakes head fiercely:: Really, it’s okay! <Oh jeez, gotta make a break for it before they get suspicious . . .>
<TashaForge> ::shrugs: Alright.  Whatever you say. ::looks to Josie:: ready to head back?
<JosieLyons> Listen… it’s not to far from here.  You could call up your parents to come get you and while you wait have something to eat.
<LizzieSelkirk> Thank you, but – uh – Wait, what’s that?! ::points over Josie’s shoulder. Desperate she is.::
<_Matt_> <Mysterious Individual> :: sprinting past Fletch, crossing the bike-path ::
* TrinaKorat has joined #mbi_sk
<JosieLyons> ::blinks:: What’s what? ::glances behind herself stupidly XD::
<FletchRyder> Hey! Paw dangit, watch where you’re going! ::skids the bike to a halt, planting his foot into the path as he barely keeps from spilling over his bike and hitting the individual crossing his path::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Lo!))
<_Matt_> ((heyas!))
<JosieLyons> ((Hey Sagey! How was the movie?))
<LizzieSelkirk> ::runs!::
<TashaForge> ((heys! you did make it!))
* JosieLyons sets mode: +o TrinaKorat
<FletchRyder> ((Hey, Sage!))
<TashaForge> ::looks over shoulder as well to see::
<TrinaKorat> ((Heys all! How long ago did you start? And, movie? Hilarious. Recommended. XD))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((What movie was this?))
<TashaForge> ((yay! and not long!))
<_Matt_> <Mysterious Individual> :: makes no reply, keeps going and disapears amidst the trees of the park ::
<TrinaKorat> ((Chicken LIttle0)
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Ahh.))
<JosieLyons> ::turns back and sees her running. sighs. looks at Tasha:: Should we report this as a runaway?
<LizzieSelkirk> ::oh noes!::
<TashaForge> I think we should.  ::frowns and shakes head::
<JosieLyons> Right. ::turns on heel and starts heading back towards the MBI building::
* TrinaKorat is now known as MarkSulfur
<LizzieSelkirk> ::is not followed, so just kind of wanders amongs the trees for a while::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::is scared to go back to the shed now. Will have to find another place to camp::
<FletchRyder> ::grumbling a bit outloud to himself, as he glares at the departing figure through the trees::
<TashaForge> ::follows Josie!::  I don’t understand why someone would run from home, then not want help.
<JosieLyons> Nor do I… I just hope she’ll be okay.  ::exiting the park::
<_Matt_> <Blue Bird> :: chrips merrily in the trees, above LS :: <Squirrels> :: run about, collect acorns and whatnot :: <Trees> :: have leaves that rustle in the breeze ::
<TashaForge> Yeah me too. ::walking walking along!::  we can get back in time to change into uniform and report this.
<MarkSulfur> ((<LS> Aww… how cute! <Squirrels> INTRUDER! :;start pelting with acorns::))
<JosieLyons> ((::DIIES!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ::that’s nice. Would enjoy it if she weren’t freaked out from random slap-dissolve attacks and the law possibly being on her tail.::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<FletchRyder> ((<LS> Ah, so peaceful… <Blue Bird> ::randomly pulls out a uzi, starts chirping a bloody war cry as it shoots up the squirrel’s tree:: <Squirrel> ::chitters maniacally as it pulls the stems from its acorns and tosses them at the bird’s nest, exploding on impact:: <LS> … There’s no place like home!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES*!))
<JosieLyons> ((::DEAD!!:: Man that’s some violent park -g-))
<MarkSulfur> ((::SOOOOOOOOODEADDEAD!::))
<JosieLyons> Okay.  I’ll wait for you outside the locker room. ::says as she enters the MBI::
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!:: Dang!))
<MarkSulfur> ::is heard yelling at the top of his lungs from his office at… someoneXD::
<_Matt_> <Birds> :: chirping abruptly stops :: <Trees> :: are no longer rustling :: <Squirrel> :: on the ground near LS, is frozen mid-step, an acorn in its mouth :: <Leaves> :: brown and autumn-esque, hover mid-air as it stopped form their descent… ::
<FletchRyder> ::so, gets back on his bike, trying to shake off his irritation as he heads once more through the park::
<TashaForge> Alright.  ::goes in locker room to shower and change! emerges not long afterwards all changed in uniform. blinks at yelling:: Uh oh…that don’t sound good…
<LizzieSelkirk> ::can’t help noticing the sudden pause, particularly the hovering leaves:: <What the . . . ?>
<JosieLyons> ((<LS>::then sees Neo zoooming through the air, followed by many Agent Smiths:: O_o;;;))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIIIIIIES* And I just watched that, too!))
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD::))
<JosieLyons> ::blinks:: Sure doesn’t… ::heads that way with Tasha regardless XD::
<FletchRyder> ((LOL <Squirrel> ::dressed in a black trenchcoat and shades:: The 100 Acres Woods has you. ::looks around:: We’re not safe here. <LS> I’m beginning to think that, yes, about this whole place.))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*SOOOOOOOOODEAD*!))
<TashaForge> ::walking cautiously:: Ahh….maybe we should like…avoid him?
<MarkSulfur> ::heard:: …and just doesn’t seem to figure out the fact that we have a CONTRACT and EVERY RIGHT to be doing this! <Jason> ::heard inna calmer voice:: Well, we’re just gonna have to… I dunno… stuff him down a mail chute. Mail him to Katswana.
<TashaForge> ((::DEAD!!::))
<JosieLyons> ::ears perk at that. curious to who they’re talking about as she reaches the door:: Why?
<TashaForge> ::shrugs:: Don’t wanna get in trouble myself but….::smirks:: I’m also nosey today…::goes to Mark’s door and lays ear against it to hear better. XD bad girl!::
<_Matt_> <Tear> :: manifests our of thin-air, as if reality is opening up upon itself, appears not too far from where LS is standing. :: <Dark Silhouete> :: emerges from the tear, stepping out. Is vaguely kat-shaped, rather tall, almost hunched over, more animal than civilized by its stature. Has glowing blue eyes ::
<MarkSulfur> ::growling:: I swear, it’s like he WANTS us to lose this approval. Bad enough Manx gets on my case for putting his daughter in danger, now that brown-nose thinks he can stick his nose in our business! GRAH! IF I HAD A DOLLAR FOR EVERY TIME…!
<JosieLyons> ::blinks huff puffs at that:: I’m not being NOSY ::whispers to her:: And you shouldn’t be doing that. ::hisses at her… but doesn’t stop her nor move from the door herself where she stands XD::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::tries to scream, but is too shocked. Yes, has magicky abilities, but this is quite different!:: W-Who are you? ::raises her hands defensively, ready to blast fire::
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> I know, I know. We’d be rich and Feral could get into retirement.
<TashaForge> ::motions for her to shush! listening!::
* _Matt_ is now known as Dark_Silhouette
<JosieLyons> ((<LS> Maw… the air is crying… ;_; Oh wait that’s te-air not te-ear ))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*))
<MarkSulfur> ::takes in a deep breath, also heard. XD:: Do you think I’m being too soft on the recruits?
<TashaForge> ((LOL! I thought that too when I first read that!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Likewise!))
<TashaForge> ::blinks!:: <NO! you aren’t being too soft! no no!>
<FletchRyder> ((lol))
<JosieLyons> ((<Dark Kat> My long lost sister!  Who I thought I destroyed along with my other siblings, Dark Shadow, Dark Kitten, Dark She-Kat, Dark Whatshisname… ))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!!))
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEADDEAD!!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIIIES*!))
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> Soft? I dunno. What do you call soft? The fact that you’re not acting like a drill sergeant?
<JosieLyons> ::they talkin’ bad about Feral! Feral is teh bomb shiggidy!::
<Dark_Silhouette> :: doesn’t say anything, looks back and forth, it’s glowing blue eyes settling on LS. Eyes abruptly turn to red, as sparkling arcs of what could be described as elecricity go back and forth over its shadowy body. Extends arm out, which transforms into a sharpened point, almost knifelike. Begins to approach LS ::
<JosieLyons> ::yes you are! you ol’ softie!::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::draws in a breath:: You keep back! ::hands begin to glow golden::
<Dark_Silhouette> :: ignores LS glowing hands, moves forward with the knife-like forearm, its intentions not hard to guess ::
<TashaForge> ::likes them being more relaxed! wants it to stay that way!::
<MarkSulfur> Soft on everything. You know we’ve thrown the whole “salute upon superior sight” out the window. <Jason> Yeah, well, we’re a smaller organization. Hey, if the recruits still want to salute, I’d say let ‘em until they get used to it. Look, I know Steele is giving us a hard time. Worse than Feral anyway, but he has no room to talk to us about what we should and shouldn’t do.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::hisses and begins backing up:: I mean it! ::concentrates and forms a blob-like fireball between her hands. Isn’t good at doing specialized shapes in the fire yet::
<JosieLyons> ::frowns hearing Steele’s name mentioned. hates that little so ‘n so!::
<TashaForge> ::frowns. looks at Josie. whispers:: Steele? He’s giving us problems now?
<JosieLyons> Not surprising… he’s a total A-class jerk. ::whispers back in an annoyed tone::
<Dark_Silhouette> ((<Feral> :: keeps Steele around just so he can use him against rival organizations :: Yes, Steele, go and “talk” to the MBI, and if you manage to get them decomissioned, I’ll let you be Commander for a day))
<TashaForge> ((::dies!::
<MarkSulfur> ((::SOOOOOOODEAD!!:))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*!))
<JosieLyons> ((::DEAD::))
<Dark_Silhouette> :: pulls back arm and then thrusts it at her ::
<MarkSulfur> You know what gets to me? How smug he can be about certain things. ::Josiemun, issit okay if I mention what happened to de’ Josie? Like say it was in her records? S’up to you, tho! XD::
<JosieLyons> ((sure!))
<FletchRyder> ::pedaling back to the spot where he encountered the mysterious figure, murmuring in annoyance once more for the sudden stop having caused his water bottle to fall off and force him to have to come back to look for it. stops his bike and gets off to start looking around the path near the trees::
<MarkSulfur> ((Hoi! Thankyew!))
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> Oh? I can name thousands. Throw me one.
<JosieLyons> ((She mentioned it at the first day of recruitment too when Mark asked what brought everyone there too.  But yeah is in her files under reasons for dismissal))
<MarkSulfur> ((I don’t think she mentioned Steele, tho’. Did she? ::forgets::))
<JosieLyons> ((mmmm I have no idea XD memory is swiss cheese -g-))
<Dark_Silhouette> <Humming Bird> :: flies past Fletch… but is going unnaturally slow, its wings seen moving until it freezes mid-air ::
<FletchRyder> … ::furrows brow, his search abruptly halted by this intriguing new development:: What the…? ::squints at the bird, slowly moving his finger up to touch it::
<JosieLyons> ((<LS> What do you want?! <Silhouette> ::talking in bad english, heavy austrian accent:: I’m tha Terminator, Stormcrow.  I’ve come to terminate you and then run for govenor of Katifornia later.))
<MarkSulfur> ((She mentioned superior officer. That’s it. xD ::checked log, w00t::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL!!!))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD!!::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIES!::))
<JosieLyons> ((ah well there ya goooo -g- and Jase never did speak up for why he was there or did he?))
<LizzieSelkirk> Aah! ::dodges the arm and blasts the fireball at Dark Silhouette::
<MarkSulfur> ((He mentioned demoted relative and best friend, but that wasn’t really a reason, so…XD))
<Dark_Silhouette> <Humming Bird> :: when touched, falls to the ground with a plopl Shakes its head, and then takes off, flying away normally ::
<MarkSulfur> Lyons. <Jason> What about her?
<JosieLyons> ((LOL ah yes XD))
<JosieLyons> ::blinks at name being brought up… now she too joins Tasha putting her ear on the door XD::
<TashaForge> ::looks over at Lyons curiously as she’s still listening. lol! that door gonna fall open with them all  listening in  XD::
<Dark_Silhouette> :: misses LS, and pierces the tree that was behind her :: <Tree> :: shimmers like a mirage and then dissapears completely :: <Dark Silhouette> :: makes no move as the fireballs pass right through it, and continue to hit whatever was behind it ::
<LizzieSelkirk> <Unfortunate Shrub> ::bursts into flames::
<MarkSulfur> Did you read the reason why she was kicked out of the Enforcers? <Jason> Endangerment to a superior officer. ::beat:: Are you saying that… <Mark> Yep. That superior officer was Steele. Wouldn’t surprise me if that idiot put himself in that situation on purpose.
<FletchRyder> ::completely dumbfounded, looking from the spot where the humming bird plopped down to its flittery form flying away:: That’s… unusual. ::scrutinies the trees a bit harder:: What’s going on around here? ::cautiously steps deeper into trees::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::gapes in horror, at both the tree, the fact that the fireball does nothing, and the shrubbery catching on fire::
<Dark_Silhouette> <Flames> :: from the unfortunate shrubs, no doubt noticeable to Fletch in the distance ::
<TashaForge> ::looking at Josie in shock now. lol! thinks its funny that it was Steele. XD::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::screams:: Who are you?! What do you want?! ::on the verge of panicking::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::tries to run from the Dark Silhouette::
<JosieLyons> ::blushes a bit and looks away from Tasha XD puts other ear on door XD::
<FletchRyder> ::snaps head around in the direction of the spontaneously combusting shrubbery:: The heck? ::rushing now towards the scene, wanting to know what in paw’s name is going on::
<MarkSulfur> And now look! She’s one of our top recruits so far and she’s been demoted to a place that won’t even make it by the end of… <Jason> Okay. Whoa. NOW you’re going a little over the top.
<Dark_Silhouette> :: dematerializes, resulting in a sound similar to TV static/snow, and re-appears in front of LS, refocussing into existence in a similar digital fashion ::
<JosieLyons> ::end of when? Next week? Next month? Year? Josie made a down payment on a new flatscreen TV! don’t take away my paycheck! ;_;::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::makes an undignified squealy sound:: Get away! ::brandishes another fireball, and tries to reach for a Pointy Stick with the other::
<TashaForge> ::hey! I just made a payment on a house with my brother! don’t take away our jobs! frowning badly now. no wanna go back home to daddy!::
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> Come on. You believe in us. And, in turn, we just have to hang in there and prove to Manx and Feral that we’re not the kittens they’re taking us for.
<Dark_Silhouette> :: grabs at her with the hand that’s still hand-shaped. ::
<JosieLyons> ((<Jason>::moves forward, stubs toe on desk and whines:: Mommyyyyyyyy! ;_; <Mark> No… we’re even bigger kittens then they think we are.))
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<TashaForge> ((::DEAD!::))
<MarkSulfur> ::huffs:: <Jason> I think you need to beat something up… besides me, that is. Want me to glue the Steele poster to the punching bag? <Mark> Super glue it. I don’t want that thing coming off.
<FletchRyder> ::hears a squeal up ahead, and LS’s paniced words. takes on a very stern expression as he ups the ante and starts running full speed towards the voice, ready to take down what he supposes to be some punk out to make an easy purse snatch::
<TashaForge> ::lets out a little snort at the Steele comment. covers nose then and hopes they didn’t hear that XD::
<JosieLyons> ::eeps! backs up from door at that looking at Tasha like “shh!”::
<TashaForge> ::looking appologetic to Josie. Ready to take off running if they heard it XD::
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> … And, apparently, you have to stop yelling lest you draw attention. ;:goes open door as he says this. XD::
<JosieLyons> ::erk! turns sharply, possibly running into and maybe knocking over Tasha as well as herself XD::
<LizzieSelkirk> LEAVE ME ALONE! ::capslock of RAGE! Tries to whack that hand with the fireball she’s holding::
<TashaForge> ::Eep! turns to run. knocked over by Josie! scrambling to get up and run XD::
<MarkSulfur> ::hand to his face:: <Jason> Wow. No glasses for the ears. You must have pretty good hearing… ::to them. XD::
<Dark_Silhouette> <Hand> :: disapears when LS’ actual physical hand comes close to being in contact with it :: <Dark Silhouette> :: recoils as hand is now missing, the end having disolved, resulting in a nub of sparkling electricity ::
<JosieLyons> ::erk scrambles up to her feet, blushing, salutes:: Sir, Sorry sir! Didn’t mean to listen in, sir!
<LizzieSelkirk> ::gapes in surprise at the sparkling stump::
<LizzieSelkirk> What *are* you . . .
<TashaForge> ::gets up and salutes.:: Um..yeah..Sorry Sir.
<JosieLyons> ((<Dark_Silhouette> badly put together. ::sighs::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<Dark_Silhouette> :: looks at hand then to LS. Lunges with knife-edged arm, only to have it similarly disapear once it comes into contact with her. Steps back now ::
<TashaForge> ((LOL!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ::is now so stunned at this that she’s just kind of standing there gawking. Still has the fireball in her hands::
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> :snorks:: What should I do with them? Punishment? ::to Mark;: <Mark> YOUR idea of a “punishment” is making people bake you something. Like a pie. ::dryly::
<TashaForge> ::grins cheesilly:: I can cook! ::Don’t punish meeeeeee! XD::
<JosieLyons> Sir, I don’t know how to cook very well, sir!
<Dark_Silhouette> :: takes several steps back, and then dematerializes with a sharp static sound, and disapears :: <Surroundings> :: become unfrozen :: <Brids> :: chirp anew :: <Squirrel> :: leaps past LS, acron in hand ::
<Dark_Silhouette> <Leaves> :: fall to the ground ::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::has a very O_O expression on at the moment::
<JosieLyons> ((And then, Casey, might Casey, heard strike three you’re out!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<JosieLyons> ((::or however that silly story/poem goes::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((“But there is no joy in Mudville / Mighty Casey has struck out.”))
<TashaForge> ((LOL! someone has been watching too many cartoons!::Remembers that old cartoon. been years since has seen it::))
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((I remember it too X) ))
<FletchRyder> ::sees LS up ahead in the distance, and thought he saw a massive silhouette near her too. gets closer, blinking a few times, and no longer sees the dark blob:: Hey you! Are you alright?
<JosieLyons> ((LOL there ya go. XD))
<LizzieSelkirk> . . . It disappeared . . .
<LizzieSelkirk> ::hasn’t really registered Fletch yet::
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> ::Cracks up laughing:: <Mark> ::allows himself a snork:: At ease, agents.
<JosieLyons> ::stops saluting she does. blinks at Jase’s laughin, trying to make her blushing go away::
<TashaForge> ::Stands at ease. Hopes this don’t go on her record…has managed to avoid that so far but daddy aint here now to bail her out XD::
<FletchRyder> ::slows his pace as he comes right up to her, breathing heavily, and noting the very shaken look upon her face:: Hey. Hey. ::waving his hand in front of her face, recognizing her now, putting a paw on her shoulder:: You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> Look, I’ll go glue that picture on that punching bag. <Mark> Yeah, yeah. ::then to Lyons and Forge as Jason leaves:: Come in.
<JosieLyons> ::goes inside she does, stands at his desk::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::starts a little at the paw on the shoulder, but replies:: I think I did. Or something like that – ::then recognizes Fletch and tenses up::
<TashaForge> ::goes inside and stands by Josie::
<MarkSulfur> Alright. How much did you hear? ::arms crossed, voice stern::
<FletchRyder> Whoa. Easy. ::quickly takes back his paw and stands straight up, peering around the surrounding area:: Did someone just try and attack you?
<JosieLyons> ::gulps:: Sir, the part about Manx and Commander Feral giving the Bureau trouble, sir.  As well as Lt. Commander Steele.
<JosieLyons> ((Mayor Manx^))
<LizzieSelkirk> Um . . .
<TashaForge> ::nods to Josies words. hopes they ain’t in a lot of trouble::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::does want to warn people, but wants to get away from The Law too::
<LizzieSelkirk> <Unfortunate Shrubbery> ::help . . .::
<MarkSulfur> ::nods:: Well, while it really shouldn’t be something you should worry about, I suppose you’re also entitled to know what is going on.
<JosieLyons> If you feel we should, sir.
<TashaForge> Well…what IS going on? ::Relaxing some. wants to know if she needs to be job hunting again::
<MarkSulfur> Oh, the usual. Steele decided to stick his nose in where it doesn’t belong.
<TashaForge> What is he trying to do this time then?
<JosieLyons> ::wants to know too. refraining from saying Bad Things about Steele::
<FletchRyder> Well? ::looks back towards LS, a hint of exasperation in his voice:: Listen, kid, I know you’re scared, I know you’re most likely all by yourself in this city, and I know you don’t think you can trust me.  Frankly, I couldn’t give a crud about all that right now. You’ve got to start talking to someone, and I want to know what just happened out here.
<MarkSulfur> Oh, nothing much. ::shrugs:: Just trying to tell me how to do my job… a little TOO much.
<JosieLyons> I didn’t think he had jurisdiction to do such, sir.
<JosieLyons> We’re a serperate entity… right?
<MarkSulfur> Well, you know Steele. He thinks he has jurisdiction where he believes he has jurisdiction.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::takes a few deep breaths:: I don’t know what it was. But I was back there, ::points:: and something . . . happened, to the air. It was like a movie. First everything slowed down, and then there was a-a hole, or a rip, or something in the air, and that *thing* came out of it.
<JosieLyons> So ignore him then, sir… ::says quietly XD wishes she would’ve ignored his orders a few months back::
<TashaForge> Honestly, sir. I would tell him its none of his business and to leave you alone.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::is more scared of staticky monsters and random forehead-slapping people right now than law enforcement::
<TashaForge> ((<Fletch> I can sympathise. ::Still trying to rub off that PETA sticker from his forehead::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*!))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<JosieLyons> ((::dead!::))
<MarkSulfur> Oh, already did. I just had something else in mind, now.
<JosieLyons> Something else, sir?
<TashaForge> And what would that be?
<FletchRyder> ::brow furrows as he listens intently, nodding as she finishes up:: I experienced something similar to that over by the trail before hearing you. ::then looks mildly disturbed at her mentioning a tear and creature:: What sort of thing was it that came out of this… tear. Can you describe it?
<MarkSulfur> You’re two of my first recruits. And, I want feedback. How am I doing my job so far? And, I’m open to criticism.
<TashaForge> ::blinks:: Are you serious, sir?
<Dark_Silhouette> <KatEx Delivery Guy> :: walks down the hallway, and knocks on the door where they’re all assembled ::
<JosieLyons> Your job sir?  I … really couldn’t say… I haven’t seen much of you nor what you do…
<LizzieSelkirk> :;nods:: It didn’t speak. It was really tall, but kind of hunched over, and dark. It had glowing blue eyes. ::shivers:: I think it was electric or something, because it made a crackling sound and sparks sometimes. ::takes a breath:: And it could change shape. Partly, anyway.
<MarkSulfur> Very serious. And, it doesn’t matter what you’ve seen.
<JosieLyons> ((<LS> It was BARNEY OHMIGOSH!!! no wait it wasn’t that scary))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES*))
<MarkSulfur> ::blinks, goes open the door once he hears knock:: Yes?
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<TashaForge> ((::DIES!::))
* Dark_Silhouette is now known as KatEx_Guy
<KatEx_Guy> I have a package for a Jason Korat.
<JosieLyons> ::turns to door curiously, glad for the distraction::
<FletchRyder> ::looks increasingly concerned the further she describes the creature:: Was it the one who set that bush on fire? Do you have any idea of what its purpose here was?
<TashaForge> ::gathering her thoughts as she looks to the door::
<MarkSulfur> … He’s down the hall, first door on your right. ::figures Jase is in his office::
<KatEx_Guy> Thanks :: heads down the hall to the first door on the right :; ((<Jase’s Office> :: is actually the men’s room :: ))
<LizzieSelkirk> ::avoids the question about the bush:: I don’t. All I know is that it tried to attack me, but for some reason, it couldn’t.
<TashaForge> ((::DEAD!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!! <Jase> Ah yes, I was expecting this package. ::taking envelope from KatEx Guy:: I’ll just put it in my outbox with all my other important documents. ::drops in toilet, flushes::))
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD!!!!:: <Jason> There can only be ONE explanation for white tile in an office…!))
<KatEx_Guy> :: knocks on the door ::
<JosieLyons> ((::DIES!:: <Jase> Hold on a moment… gotta get rid of some files… ::sound of toilet flushing from stall is heard:: There, deleted!))
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> ::finishing putting stuff on his bookshelf, goes open:: Yes?
<JosieLyons> ((::busts up y’all::))
<MarkSulfur> As I was saying… ::to Josie and Tasha::
<TashaForge> ((::DEAD!:: And here all along I was thinking his office was the infirmary!))
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD!::))
<FletchRyder> ::pauses at that:: What do you mean “it couldn’t?”
<KatEx_Guy> I’ve got a package from Megakat Telecommunication and Broadcast. :: holds it up :: <Package> :: has some extra info on it :: “RE: Damanged Videocamera”
<JosieLyons> Er… well you’re doing fine I suppose, sir. ::doesn’t look him in the eye::
<TashaForge> Honestly sir…I rather like how relaxed it is. I heard you had concern over that.  It makes me feel more relaxed and like I am free to do my job without worrying about the formalities.
<KatEx_Guy> ((<Jason> :: lives in the infirmary, sleeps in one of those body-drawers. Likes to slide out and scare people from time to time ::))
<MarkSulfur> ::nods at Tasha:: Thank you. ::then eyes Josie:: Is that sincere, Lyons?
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD!!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> I don’t know! It made its arm into a spear-like thing, ::points her corresponding arm a bit to demonstrate:: and it stabbed the tree over there. ::points again:: The tree fizzled out, but when it tried to touch me, *it* fizzled out.
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> Huh. ::takes, signs for it:: Thank you.
<JosieLyons> ((::DIES::))
<TashaForge> ((::SOOODEAD!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<JosieLyons> Er… no, sir. ::sheepish look::
<KatEx_Guy> No problem. :: exits, leaving the package with Jason ::
<TashaForge> ::quiet. wonders what Josie’s take on the director is::
<FletchRyder> ::looks towards indicated tree and quickly steps up to it, tentatively touching it with his hand::
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> ::goes to unpack the package::
<LizzieSelkirk> <Tree> ::didn’t it disappear?::
<KatEx_Guy> <Package> :: has a videocamera in it, along with a VHS tape, and a typed buisnessy letter ::
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> ::Frowns, starts reading;:
<MarkSulfur> Would you like to tell me? If you don’t, then I don’t want to put you under the spotlight. But, I just want to let you both know that you can feel free to tell me whatever is on your mind outside any mission we’re in.
<FletchRyder> ::whoops, just looks around at the pretty trees then, rubbing the back of his head in befuddlement::
<JosieLyons> ((<note>::from Ann Gora:: “Dear Jase, I thought you should keep this tape out of the paws of those who mean to ruin your Bureau.  It’s of your college frat brothers TPing the dean’s house your senior year and egging his car.  Be glad I was the one in my sorority who filmed it and not someone else, otherwise it might have gotten into the wrong hands.  Well enjoy! And please do lay off the expired milk. Annie”))
<KatEx_Guy> <Letter> “As always Megakat Telecommunication and Broadcast is happy to assist law enforcement in any way that we can. The damaged video equipment that your organization sent us was difficult to extract data from, and we were only partially successful. The surviving video has been put on the VHS tape. We cannot explain the damage to the videocamera itself.”
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<MarkSulfur> ((::SOOOOOOOODEAD!!::))
<KatEx_Guy> ((::snorks::))
<JosieLyons> I have to disagree with Forge, sir.  Things are too relaxed around here, and that makes the Bureau look like we aren’t taking ourselves seriously with our casual dress and behavior sir.
<TashaForge> ((::DEAD!::))
<MarkSulfur> Huh… ::smirks:: Good. ::grabs the tape, throws it into the VCR and presses “play”::
<MarkSulfur> ((Jason))
<FletchRyder> ::looks down, as if in deep thought, then looks up straight at her:: I need to take you back to headquarters. This is serious, and I need you to make a statement describing everything you just told me and more. Will you come?
<TashaForge> ((<Jason>::has had a TV and VCR installed in the handicapped stall in the bathroom, where he now has is desk as well::))
<MarkSulfur> I see. So you’d prefer a more… “by the book” environment, am I right?
<KatEx_Guy> <TV> :: is blurby with static for a bit, and comes into a little focus, showing the basement area of Megakat Biochemcial. More static appears for a second, another image of the basement, an abrupt frame of something and then solid static ::
<MarkSulfur> ((::DIES!::))
<JosieLyons> Yes sir. ::nods::
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> ::frowns, rewinds::
<TashaForge> ::listening. Don’t like “by the books”::
<KatEx_Guy> <TV> :: displays the same as before ::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::tenses up more, bites her lip as she thinks. Wants very badly to make a break for it, but there might be more of those things coming.:: Will you let me go afterward?
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> ::plays again, this time in slow motion::
<MarkSulfur> Did you get that feeling out in the field lately?
<JosieLyons> ((::dies Tasha!:: <Jase> This also doubles as my TV room when off duty!))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!))
<KatEx_Guy> <TV> :: in slow motion, displays the basement, static, and then in a single frame, someone who seemingly appears out of nowhere, and then static ::
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> ::Rewind again back to that frame, then hits pause::
<JosieLyons> During missions agents seem to behave in a more formal manner.  I saw no problems there, sir.
<JosieLyons> ((seemed^))
<FletchRyder> I don’t know. It’s not my authority to say. What I can guarantee you is a hot meal and a safe place to rest while you’re there.
<TashaForge> I believe the relaxed atmosphere allows us to bond better and in the field we can work more as a team because we know each other better. ::Speaks up finally!::
<LizzieSelkirk> . . . I’ll go. <If they try to send me back, I can always escape again. Maybe go to a *normal* city.>
<JosieLyons> ((<TV>::picture of a girl, slowly crawls up to the TV, starts climbing out of it. reaches out towards Jase then slaps his face, killing a fly that was on it. climbs back in the TV and holds still on Pause again::))
<MarkSulfur> ::listening to all this, considers his options::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*))
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD!!::))
<TashaForge> ((::DEAD!::))
<FletchRyder> ::nods, turning around and starting back to his bike:: It’s not far from here.
<KatEx_Guy> <TV> :: displays the image of someone mid-step, in one hand a large duffel bag, and in the other some indistinct object. The individual is holding the object pointed at the video camera, IE, directly towards the audience of the TV. He’s not looking in the direction of the camera though. Apparently multitasking. Image is a little fuzzy and black and white. ::
<JosieLyons> Do whatever you feel is best sir.  I know nothing about running an organization like this.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::just nods to that, goes with him::
<KatEx_Guy> <TV> :: individual is wearing plain clothes, and a hooded sweatshirt ::
<FletchRyder> ::makes it back to his bike, giving up on his lost water bottle as he picks up his bike and walks it along the trail and out of the park::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::walks with him in silence, hugging her backpack close::
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> ::eyes narrow::
<MarkSulfur> Look, Lyons, I can’t promise a… stricter way of handling things around here. Not when things are calmed down anyway.
<FletchRyder> ::walk and walk they do, in perpetual silence I assume. finally arrive outside HQ where he chains up his bike and then heads in, opening the door for her::
<JosieLyons> ::nods::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::mumbles thanks, walks inside.::
<JosieLyons> Understood sir.
<TashaForge> ::can’t help but smirk. XD::
<FletchRyder> ::follows her in, leading her down the hall and into one of the smaller conference rooms:: Wait here a moment. ::motioning towards a seat before he leaves::
<MarkSulfur> However, things on the field WILL remain strictly under the command of someone else. I don’t want anyone getting hurt out there, and everybody returns home no matter what happens.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::nods, takes the seat::
<KatEx_Guy> <TV> :: face is partially visible, long hair, evidence of a short beard, Eyes not seen. Sunglasses cover them. No apparent similarities to any known felons… ::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((<LS> ::literally. Carries it over her head and runs out of the MBI:: All right! This’ll go great with the picnic table I stole last week!))
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> Not anybody I’ve seen before…. this doesn’t make any sense…
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<KatEx_Guy> <TV> :: continues displaying the image. May want to make hard copies? ::
<JosieLyons> ((::laughs!::))
<MarkSulfur> ))DEAD!!))
<MarkSulfur> <Jason>::goes make a few copies, then. XD::
<JosieLyons> ((<Mark> We never leave a kat behind! Ain’t you seen the war movies?))
<FletchRyder> ::exits room and quickly strides towards Mark’s office, trying to make himself look a hair less unpresentable than he is at the moment along the way::
<JosieLyons> ::nods again::
<TashaForge> ::nodding:: Understandable, Sir.
<MarkSulfur> :then smiles gently:: Tho’, if you want, I can make Korat yell a few times when you’re under training. ::means Trina::
<KatEx_Guy> <Hard Copies> :: are made! Get spit out of the MBI printer (probably a cheap piece of crud Lexmark or something XD ) ::
<FletchRyder> ::makes it outside the office and urgently taps on the door::
<TashaForge> ((AUUUUUGH! NOT A LEXMARK! ::bust out her bat specially made for bashing Lexmarks::))
<MarkSulfur> (::DIES!!!:: ‘Ey! I’ll have you know that it’s a piece of JUNK! And, it’s an EPSON! So there! XD))
<LizzieSelkirk> ::when Fletch is out of the room, starts to get up and run for it. But then stops. Figures that they’ve already caught her now, and she might as well not get in any more trouble for trying to run.::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL!))
<JosieLyons> ((::snorks!:: <printer>::still uses old fashioned ink ribbon cartages::))
<KatEx_Guy> ((::snorks::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol <Jase> ::ears bleed from the screeching noise made by the prehistoric printing machinery::))
<TashaForge> Um…thats not necessary, sir. ::looks to door::
<MarkSulfur> ((::DIESDEAD!!::))
<KatEx_Guy> ((<Printer> :: is the uber-Dot Matrix. Churns out sheets upon sheets of corrogated paper :: <Jason> Since when was it my job to tear all the little hole-parts off the side… :: does so :: Hey, this is kinda fun ))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES*))
<TashaForge> ((::SOODEAD!::))
<JosieLyons> I don’t want to make anyone do something they aren’t up to, especially superior officers, sir.
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD!!:: <Jason> ::gets a papercut, CRY!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((I have very fond childhood memories of drawing on such paper.))
<JosieLyons> ((::DYING::))
<MarkSulfur> ::small smile:: Well, if you ever have any issues, please, feel free to talk to me, alright?
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<MarkSulfur> ::then to door: Come in.
<KatEx_Guy> ((<Mark> :: seeing Fletch :: What was it we were saying about dressing too casually?))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<FletchRyder> ::opens door stiffly and stands rigid in the doorway, giving an immediate salute:: Director Sulfur, I believe we have a serious situation developing.
<MarkSulfur> ::takes out magnifying glass, tries to look at kat in picture::
<KatEx_Guy> ((::dies at that image of Fletch saluting in a sleeveless t-shirt and bike shorts… ::))
<MarkSulfur> ((Jason))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<JosieLyons> ((LOL! <Josie> ::grins:: Bike shorts are acceptable sir. ::whistles at Fletch:: <Mark ‘n Tasha> -_-; <Fletch> ^-^))
<MarkSulfur> ((::DIES!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES*))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<MarkSulfur> What is it, Ryder?
<FletchRyder> ::feels rather ridiculous, especially standing in front of two fully suited agents::
<TashaForge> ((<Mark> Yes..I can see that.  ::eyeing those bike shorts. hopes they don’t rip::))
<KatEx_Guy> <Image> :: not much more to be seen, other than further evidence of the fact that he did not look at the camera when he disabled it, almost as if he knew it was there. ::
<JosieLyons> ((::busts up XD::))
<KatEx_Guy> <Image> :: perhaps second opinions would lead to better results XD ::
<FletchRyder> There was a bizarre, almost supernatural incident that just occurred at the park not too far from here, sir. A she-kat was attacked by an unkown being that she claims came from a “tear” in the air. She’s waiting in conference room B at the moment to offer a statement.
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> ::rubs at temples, thinking::
<KatEx_Guy> ((<Jason> :: shows the agents the picture :: <Everyone> That’s Garey Busey, duh. <Jason> :: blinks, looks at the image anew :: Well that explains the broken camera… ))
<MarkSulfur> A tear in the air…. ::Frowning::
<JosieLyons> ::raises brow at Fletch’s statement::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<JosieLyons> ::idly wonders how bad the area is in katnip dealings::
<JosieLyons> ((::DIES::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIES!::))
<TashaForge> ::looking at Fletch oddly. first of all for his attire and secondly for the comment.  If it makes him feel better, thinks he don’t look half bad in those shorts XD::
<MarkSulfur> ((::snorks!::))
<FletchRyder> The she-kat’s very distraught over it, sir, and.. I’m inclined to believe her statement considering I experienced some peculiarities in the area during the time that this attack happened.
<KatEx_Guy> <Clock> :: in Jase’s office, the hands begin to slow down and then stop. ::
<TashaForge> ((<Mark> Ryder….are you sure this all happened? <Fletch> Pretty sure sir. why? <Mark> Cause I think you got your shorts too tight or something…))
<FletchRyder> ::may never bike again after this, eesh::
<JosieLyons> ((::DIES!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> ::sighs, looks at the time, the blinks as his clock isn’t moving::
<MarkSulfur> ::nods:: Understood. ::Stands::
<KatEx_Guy> <VCR> :: the little blinky display that no one can ever fix abruptly freezes mid-blink ::
<JosieLyons> Do you need any asistance? ::asks Fletch and Mark both::
<JosieLyons> ((LOL I’ve never had trouble with that, even on the old skool VCRs XD))
<TashaForge> ((mine is finally back on time after the time change. XD ::never chagned it back after the first time shift in spring::))
<KatEx_Guy> ((I typically don’t, but I see them everywhere else though))
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> ::ignores VCR, goes look at clock to make sure it needs batteries::
<KatEx_Guy> <Tear> :: almost as if reality is being torn, appears silently behind Jase while his attention is on the clock ::
<MarkSulfur> If you wish to accompany me, sure.
<JosieLyons> ::nods:: Yes sis.
<JosieLyons> ((er sir^))
* KatEx_Guy is now known as Dark_Silhouette
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> Odd… ::as he finds the battery supply thingamajig still full::
<MarkSulfur> ((:FALLS OVER! XD::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL!))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES:: <Tasha> ::eyes them:: Is…there something I should know? ))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<TashaForge> ::nods and moves to go with Mark. smirks at Fletch:: Nice shorts. ::trying not to snicker::
<Dark_Silhouette> :: emerges from the tear, and walks into the office, approaching the TV with audibly clomping footsteps and a mild sound of buzzing electricity ::
<JosieLyons> ((LOL!! XD ))
<FletchRyder> ::completely stiffens, looking utterly uncomfortable now. trails behind them as they head for the conference room::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::still sitting where they left her::
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> ::perks his ears, spins around::
<Dark_Silhouette> :: attention on the TV, eyes focussed, glowing blue. Beams emit from the eyes, as it scanning the image on the screen ::
<MarkSulfur> Director Markus Sulfur. ::Extends a hand: You are? :once he’s there, that is. XD::
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> What in….?!
<Dark_Silhouette> ((as if^))
<JosieLyons> ((<Dark Silhouette>::got his big gawth, platform, many buckled boots at Hot Topic.  they look cool with his Nine Inch Nails lick ‘n stick tattoo::))
<TashaForge> ((::SOOOODEAD!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<LizzieSelkirk> Um . . . ::tries to remember the psuedonym she came up with:: Stormcrow. Stormcrow Merle. ::shakes his hand nervously::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES*))
<JosieLyons> ::goes after Fletch and Mark yes::
<TashaForge> ::walks in with. notes her:: Hey! What..you again?
<JosieLyons> ::blinks, frowns at seeing LS now. stays by door of breakroom::
<JosieLyons> ::or of the conference room rather::
<MarkSulfur> One of my agents said you… say something?
<LizzieSelkirk> ::says nothing to Tasha, nods to Mark:: Yes, in the park.
<Dark_Silhouette> :: turns attention to Jason, eyes turning red and its body crackling with electricity. Begins walking towards his direction… but pauses. Looks up and then ducks down to avoid the exposed pipes of the fire sprinklers overhead. Then continues its approach towards Jason ::
<TashaForge> ((<Josie> Wow! So she DOES talk!  <Mark> I know..its unbelievable but she does say something))
<JosieLyons> ((LOL!!))
<FletchRyder> ::hangs back in the hallway, seems to make her the most nervous. also doesn’t find it appropriate to be present in an interrogation with casual attire on::
<Dark_Silhouette> ((<Fletch> I want the truth! :: slamming fist down on table :: <LS> :: trying not to laugh ::))
<JosieLyons> ((LOL!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL!!))
<FletchRyder> ((LOL))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!!))
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> What in kat’s name are you?!
<MarkSulfur> What happened?
<FletchRyder> ((brb))
<Dark_Silhouette> :: extends a foreaarm, and causes it to sharpen into a knife-edged extension. Doesn’t say anything ::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::tells him what she told Fletch, perhaps in slightly more detail. Carefully omits the use of any fiery powers on her part, though::
<TashaForge> ((<Dark Silouette> I am the terror that lurks in the park, I am the thing your nightmares are made of, I am the snotball you sneezed last week…I am….a creation of MoDaD’s!!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES*!))
<MarkSulfur> ((::FALLSOVER::))
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> Okay, that isn’t something I’d want to encounter in a dark alley.
<JosieLyons> ((::DIIIES::))
<JosieLyons> ::finds the whole story strange! wonders if it’s the truth… or if she’s making things up to avoid her really being a runaway or somethin’::
<Dark_Silhouette> :: brings sharpened arm back and then thrusts it towards Jason ::
<TashaForge> ::wondering the same. listening to her though. debating telling Mark they think she’s a runaway::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::hey, if she wanted to avoid being a runaway, she’d be *running*::
<JosieLyons> ::but Fletch is cute in those bike shorts XD::
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> WHOA! ::ducks!::
<MarkSulfur> ::frowns:: Did anybody else see what you saw?
<Dark_Silhouette> :: misses, hitting the wall behind Jason :: <Wall> :: shimmers like a mirage, and disapears from existence ::
<TashaForge> ((<Marke>::debates wearing bike shorts now to catch teh ladies!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> I don’t know. I don’t think so.
<JosieLyons> ((LOL!))
<FletchRyder> ((Okay, back))
<TashaForge> ((WB!))
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> Holy kats… ::eyes wide::
<FletchRyder> ::leaning against wall in hallway as he listens to her recounting the events::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((wb!))
<JosieLyons> ((WB!))
<Dark_Silhouette> <Missing Wall> :: exposes some pipes that now send some mild stream of water spilling onto the floor :: <Dark Silhouette> :: having missed, turns to face Jason anew… and pauses as it walks, avoiding the water on the floor along with the sprinkler pipes overhead ::
<FletchRyder> ((Thanks!))
<Dark_Silhouette> ((send a mild^))
<JosieLyons> Director sir, Agent Forge and I just saw this young lady in the park not too long ago.  She’s a runaway we suspect and I wonder if this story is a fabrication.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::draws in a breath, but doesn’t reply yet::
<TashaForge> ::nods:: she also told us she hit her head.  Perhaps she hit her head too hard earlier? ::XD::
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> ::eyeing all this:: HUh… not too fond of water, I see…
<FletchRyder> ::stepping forward now:: With due respect sir, just because she may be a runaway doesn’t mean we shouldn’t give her story any credibility.  When I got to her she was genuinely terrified. I also experienced a sort of freeze in time when a hummingbird stopped midflight right in front of my muzzle.
<Dark_Silhouette> :: remaining paused, and then abruptly dematerializes with a static/snow sound and look, and reappears across the room now, behind Jason ::
<JosieLyons> She refused to come with us before, Agent Ryder.  She also ran from us.  Her story isn’t credible because she’s a runaway, it’s because she’s displayed tactics to get our attention away from her.
<MarkSulfur> Runaway or not, this story doesn’t make any sense. If we had any proof of any of this…
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> HUh?!
<LizzieSelkirk> ::when the tree disappeared, did it leave a normal patch of ground, or a hollow hole where its roots used to be?::
<Dark_Silhouette> :: reaches out to grab Jason by the throat with the hand that’s still a hand ::
<TashaForge> No it doesn’t, sir.
<LizzieSelkirk> I know it doesn’t make sense, but I swear, it happened.
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> GAH….! ::struggles!::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::doesn’t look up as she speaks::
<FletchRyder> If it’s her intention to direct attention away from herself, why cause such a ruckus in the park that would draw kats towards her? For the record, sir, I think it should be noted that she came of her own free will to offer this information.
<MarkSulfur> ((<Mark> Seriously, we need proof. <Jason> ::being held out the window and strangled:: <Tasha> Oh, like THIS fabrication would ever have any…  <Jason> ::arms waving, trying to get their attention, turning blue:: <Josie> Pff. <Lizzie> ::sigh:: <Jason> ::AUGH!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<JosieLyons> ((::DIIIIES::))
<FletchRyder> ((LOL))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<JosieLyons> ::can they hear Jase go “GAH!”?:
<Dark_Silhouette> :: holds Jason up off the ground by his throat with significant strength, and begins to draw back the knife-edge arm :: <Nearby Coolant Tube> :: part of the air conditioning system, is flapping nearby like a host due to the exposed wall. ::
<MarkSulfur> ::of course::
<Dark_Silhouette> ((like a hose even ))
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> ::snarling, digging his claws into that thing’s arms::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::ears perk up suddenly:: What’s that?
<JosieLyons> Sounds like the Captain…
<TashaForge> ((<Mark> Oh..sounds like Jason just tripped again..its nothing. he’ll be fine))
<TashaForge> Think we should check on him?
<FletchRyder> ::swivels head in direction of outcry, back out of the doorway some::
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD!!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<JosieLyons> ((LOL!))
<Dark_Silhouette> :: preparing to plunge that sharp-edge extension into Jason, dramatically slow-motion it wouls seem XD ::
<MarkSulfur> ::gets a call on his radio:: Check to make sure what is going on. ::grabs radio: What is it? ::and stuff, because the mun is about to pass out::
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> ::eyes roll back as he loses consciousness.::
<MarkSulfur> ((And, I so need bed. If I don’t get off now I’m gonna start babbling like a complete idiot)))
<TashaForge> ::nods:: Yes sir.  ::hurries out of there towards Jason’s office!::
<TashaForge> ((lol! ::huggles:: Nights Sagey!)
<JosieLyons> ((LOL! mawww but that’s such fun entertainment! ;D))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Goodnight, Sage!))
<JosieLyons> ((::hugs:: Night!))
<FletchRyder> ::isn’t technically on duty, so nyeah nye-ah, alright, does as the Director says and starts off down the hallway::
<FletchRyder> ((lol, Goodnight, Sagems!))
<MarkSulfur> ((Fiends. XD ::hugs all!!:: Night guys!))
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<JosieLyons> ::hurries off to Jase’s as well!::
<LizzieSelkirk> So, um, I’ll just stay here, shall I? . . . Okay then . . . ::as everyone runs off::
<Dark_Silhouette> :: anyway, can be seen by those entering, holding up Jase’s seemingly lifeless body, preparing to stabby him with the other arm ::
<TashaForge> ::blinks at scene:: Hey! Put down the Captain!
<JosieLyons> ((<LS>::raids the donuts and fridge! goes to get a quick shower before leaving:: Score!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES*))
<TashaForge> ((::DIES!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<TashaForge> ::Wondering if LS’s monster followed her::
<JosieLyons> ::gasps!, pulls out firearm, aims it at the thing but doesn’t dare fire with the cap’n being in it’s grasp::
<FletchRyder> ::sees the scene as well, his eyes widening a bit as he instinctively reaches for his firearm that isn’t there:: <Ah, crud.>
<TashaForge> ::pulls firearm to aim as well!::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::stays where she is, even more scared now. Wonders if it’s another of the Dark Silhouettes.:: <At least maybe then they’ll believe me.>
<Dark_Silhouette> :: pauses, puts attention on Tasha and the others as they enter, distracted :: <Water on the floor> :: has been building, and finally reaches the dark silhouette :: <Dark Silhouette> :: releases Jason, and begins sparking with electrcity, and visually appears to fade in and out like a bad TV signal, and abruptly dematerializes, disapearing ::
<Dark_Silhouette> <Jase’s Clock and VCR> :: return to normal ::
<TashaForge> ::blinks:: Um…did…everyone else see that?
<FletchRyder> ::completely taken aback by that. absently hears the ticking of the clock on Jason’s wall. looks at it, and then down at his watch, seeing the clock’s five minutes slow::
<JosieLyons> What the?! ::Noting this, frowns and hurries towards Jase when the thing vanishes:: Yes… ::holsters gun:: Ryder, go see if Merle’s safe!
<Dark_Silhouette> <TV> :: still has freeze framed image on it :: <Hard Copies> :: are scattered on the desk and floor ::
<FletchRyder> ::nods, racing back down the hallway towards LS:: You alright? ::coming back into the conference room::
<TashaForge> ::notes the TV! and the scattered Hard Copies. picks one up and looks it over:: hmm…wonder what this all is? Looks like the biochemical place.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::nods:: Yeah. What’s going on?
<LizzieSelkirk> :;worried voice::
<FletchRyder> I think what you described in the park just paid our Captain a visit in his office. ::scoping out the room, checking his watch every so often to make sure things stay normal::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::gasps:: Oh no . . .
<LizzieSelkirk> ::clutches her backpack tight!:
<JosieLyons> ::blinks, sits Jase up some so he’s not all in the water. stands:: Let me see… ::takes one up and looks as well::
<FletchRyder> It’s okay. It disappeared again. Almost like it shorted out. ::thinking aloud almost as he makes to leave the room again:: Stay here, and stay alert.
<Dark_Silhouette> <Image> :: still shows the earlier described individual ::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::nods:: That’s kind of what it looked like when I saw it.
<LizzieSelkirk> I will.
<JosieLyons> ::looks at the TV:: Who’s that? ::peers at it curiously, looks down noting it’s a tape::
<FletchRyder> Good. ::goes back to Jase’s office, scoping the scene some more before going to pick up his unconscious:: I’ll take him to the infirmiry.
<FletchRyder> ((^unconscious body))
<Dark_Silhouette> <Image> :: might be more familiar to Fletch… ::
<TashaForge> ::nods:: Thanks, Ryder.  ::looks back to the picture::  I have no clue. Maybe who disabled that camera at the biochem place?
<JosieLyons> With what though? ::finds letter perhaps? picks it up and reads it:: Look at this… they don’t know what damaged the camera.  This is what all was salvagable on the tape. ::presses rewind to start the tape again with the weird figure::
<FletchRyder> ::picking up the Cap’ns limp body, about to leave when he catches a glimpse of the image:: Hey.. I.. think I know that guy.
<Dark_Silhouette> <TV> :: shows the same scene anew ::
<TashaForge> ::watching Tape with her. frowning::  that ain’t much to show…::looks to Ryder:: You do?
<Dark_Silhouette> <Image> :: the plain clothes, hooded sweatshirt, and sunglasses, along with the physical makeup are unmistakably a near bicyle-related incident… ::
<JosieLyons> Who is he?
<FletchRyder> ::aha, mun thought so:: Yeah, I’m positive it’s him. ::stepping closer to the monitor:: This guy was in the park right before the creature’s first sighting. He nearly made me crash my bike.
<JosieLyons> What was he doing?
<TashaForge> ::frowns:: So..this guy could be connected with the creature as well as the incident at the biochem labs?
<FletchRyder> I don’t know. He just ran out of nowhere and then went into the trees where that she-kat eventually ran into the creature.
<JosieLyons> Hmm… let’s see if she saw this guy. ::takes up one of the pictures::
<TashaForge> ::nods. will go with Josie!::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::still sitting where they left her::
<FletchRyder> ::nods:: Good idea, Lyons. ::starts for door:: I’d better take care of the Captain. ::as mun could use a good collapsing::
<TashaForge> ((lol! nights Kutlass! ::huggles::))
<JosieLyons> ((Night!))
<FletchRyder> ((And I’m outta’ here! Goodnight, all you!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Goodnights!))
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<LizzieSelkirk> ((Might we pause for tonight?))
<TashaForge> ((iffin you want.  you crashing as well?))
<JosieLyons> ((yeah I think so. ::issa tired::))
<TashaForge> ((well then pause we shall!  Nights guys! ::huggles all::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Goodnight!))
<JosieLyons> ((Night all! ::hugs!::))