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The Haybrid Faction; The sequel to the Albanoid Faction
Topic Started: Oct 17 2008, 10:23 PM (3,382 Views)
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He took a deep breath as he began to finish his last little assignment. Just one more thing to fix here and I'm done, he thought, his other side having particular impatient with how long his work hours were.

Rather than keeping his eyes open like any good professional mechanic, Reg closed his so as to help him concentrate in fixing things his own. It often helped him to close his eyes, as the image of the device he was working on sometimes distracted. What he wanted to concentrate on was the familiar tingling sensation that danced all over the palm of his hand as he glided it over an active.

Most mechanics would prefer cutting the power to these devices, especially with voltage potential lethal enough to kill a regular person. However, Reg, or Reggie Isusango, could handle quite a couple of volts, and his body wouldn't convulse like the rest. It would either become bloated, or he would force this unusual transformation on his arm to occur. Of course, his body could only absorb so much voltage at once, and he would fry if he was given a particularly high amount.

Thankfully, none of the equipment that he had ever worked with had enough potential to kill him; and it didn't look like it was going to change for his job. Many of his co-workers were also irked by the way his body reacted to the voltages, but few played any particular racism against him, or held any paranoid looks. It was simply a matter of the fact that their current society always held an odd xeno here and there, and to them, Reg and his 'other side,' as he liked to tell his co-workers, Belugugan, were no 'strangers' to them.

In fact, to a mix of surprise, relief and mild nervousness, a few of them asked what it felt like. And to their surprise, he was able to describe it to them as he had always been human, and never been born with these unique biological traits.

They had been first both apprehensive of the idea of getting a job in society, particularly because they were a little paranoid that people would guess at what he really was; a human infected with your run-of-the-mill parasitic lab experiment, although it was no longer your run-of-the-mill parasite. It was - more accurately, he or they were - a hybrid between a parasite and human.

It was his sister who had prodded them into a getting a job, and helping him com up with a bogus story that he had originally been born this way - flesh, blood, bone, brain and all. So far, everyone dug the story.

And on some level of truth, Reg had never been too keen on being any kind of mechanic whatsoever, particularly during his life before Bel (Belugugan) came along. However, during him and his family's time on board a 'little' refugee ship called Sanctuary, he learned quite a few unique things in the field of mechanics, in particular this intuitive analyzing technique that was just neat to use. It was what made his job fun, as some of the thing he dreaded about doing this job was always going through so many complicated, tedious and to him, boring. He really didn't like too many technicalities, and like how this ability simplified his life.

And surprisingly, while he wasn't a toting professional like the rest, he had managed a good quick promotion.

Having found and fixed the problem, and Bel grumbling more impatiently than before (The parasite's impulsive attitude was one of the problems that he had to watch out for in his work), he packed up his stuff and began to leave.

However, on his way out, he couldn't help but eye the new secretary. Anxiety momentarily flared up inside both him and Bel, worried when and if the 'old one' would come back - and tell them the 'news.' What would happen and who they should really trust, they did not know, but Reg did not want to dwell on it long, although Bel did for a quite a while.

Thankfully, they both wanted to get him to see their sister and a good friend of Reg who was staying with them. Stepping out, he – since Reg was almost always in control of their human body – found himself in the fair city that was Alborgus, a nice place on a hearty, thriving economy on a galactic Federation fringe world called Trassurz.

After taking in a good breath of fresh air, they made their way home.
"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death."
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Roffel House!

Katanura leaned back in her rocking chair and enjoyed the afternoon breeze. Fall was coming quickly to Alborgus, and the scent of sugar from withdrawing sap was heavy on the air. The porch was small but large enough to have a swing and two rocking chairs. It overlooked a backyard that was a mixture of lawn and forest. A small stream trickled its way along the back border of the property, marking where her ownership ended and the national forest began.

She was rather pleased with her new house. With three people living in it, well… technically four, making the monthly mortgage payments wasn’t all that difficult. Her old apartment simply didn’t have enough privacy or room for Reg and Bel to feel comfortable. For one thing, the apartment only had a single bedroom, which Kat had let Reg and Bel use while she made a bed out of her couch in the living room. Thankfully, James’ military dismissal had finally gone through, and he began work as a security guard at the hospital where Katanura spent her time as a registered nurse. Without James’ added income, there was no way she could afford a place like this, even with the money that Reg was now bringing home.

The new house was absolutely perfect. Not only did it have three bedrooms, each with its own private bathroom, but the 10 acre property was at the end of a dead-end dirt road and surrounded by national forest on three sides. While it was nearly a 45 minute drive back to town, at this point Reg and Bel needed privacy and space above all else. James was also loving the privacy, since there was nearly 10,000 acres of prime hunting right behind the house.

Katanura breathed in deeply and sighed in pleasure. There was another smell that finally reached her. Barbeque sauce.

“You know, we better finish cooking this before Reg gets back. That sauce makes him gag now,” Katanura chuckled.

“Then he can just gag. Cooking ribs the right way takes time and careful tending, especially over coals,” James replied with a sideways grin. “Besides, I think it’s a damn shame we have to waste a couple of perfectly good ribs by letting him eat them raw. There’s plenty of other meat for him in the fridge.”

“Now you’re just being selfish,” Kat laughed. She rose from her chair and hopped down the three steps to the lawn to take a look at the cooking ribs herself. “Mmm, they smell great.”

James reached and arm around her shoulders and then kissed her on the cheek. “Of course they do. I’m the rib master.” He twisted his wrist around and looked at his watch. “Well, they’re due any minute. Want to set the table?”

“Already done,” Kat said as she pointed back at the house with her thumb.

“What, we’re not eating outside?”

“And watch Bel salivate like a rabid monkey when one of those deer come into the yard again at dusk? No thanks.”

James laughed. “Point taken. Okay, well here. Got a platter?”

Katanura ran back inside and came out moments later with a large dish. James speared the ribs off the grill and gave them to her, then followed her into the house to wait for Reg and Bel to come home.
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Fringes…

The very edge of something always puts things into perspective. They let you see a fabrication against that which really is. The ragged fringe of a woman’s dress against her smooth skin, the edge of light snow against the budding green of an oncoming spring, the tightly-knit group of planets known as the Federation just before the endless cold of space.

Trassurz.


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Part of Trassurz's economy was fueled by hunting. With its rich forests it had an abundance of space for wildlife, and many of Earth’s creatures had been brought to a steady number here through cloning. There were no restrictions on hunting whatsoever.

One hunter in particular had decided to see out some ducks, before they all headed out and gave the southerners of Trassurz a chance. Though there were no restrictions, that didn’t stop nature, cloned or not, from having its way. Creatures still went one way or another as the seasons changed, and he had decided to get a few meatbirds before they disappeared for another few months.

Yes, you could buy the meat prepackaged, but nothing beat the purity of taking your own, of feeling the bitter cold against your exposed hands as you pulled the trigger of your grandfather’s old shotgun. It was only a matter of time before his little puppy grew into a full-fledged retriever. A clone retrieving clones. It was actually a cute think to think about.

The hunter looked upward, his eyes following a few of the late season ducks fly overhead. His smile instantly faded when they went out of view over a plateau and he caught sight of something on the edge.

A hand.

The plateau was rather small, more of a small jutting of rock, you could even jump off it without trouble. The hunter edged closer, a sensation of cold reaching deep into him that had nothing to do with the cold.

When he saw the body, he winced.

It was a girl in her late teens to early twenties, every inch of her flawless cream skin was exposed, her clothing laying in tatters around her. Her hair was about knee length, going from a dark green to purple, and messily spread about. She would have been pretty were it not for the deep lacerations all throughout her body.

The hunter fought back the bile rising in his throat and scanned the area.

He didn’t have to look far to see the sleeping bear.

While hunting had its advantages, it wasn’t without its risk. Bears had also been brought to Trassurz to keep the deer in check. The locals knew not to wander alone, but most tourists didn’t really pay much attention, most coming from Federation planets with well groomed forests that were more for scenery, like a thousand acre park rather than a forest.

The hunter didn’t have any communications device on him, the calls of people often shattering the serenity of his hunts, but his vehicle wasn’t far. He would call in the body and more experienced people would take care of things from there.

He didn’t notice the absence of blood.

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In reality, it was the bear who was dead.

Squirt allowed herself a breath of air. It was amazing how still she could be, to the point where people could mistake her as unliving. Then again, was the mind of an advanced artificial intelligence, a GI, in a created body technically alive to begin with?

She sat up, slipping her fingers into a large slash in her abdomen and pulling it back so she could see. There was nothing but skin the whole way through, no organs, nothing. Squirt pursed her lips, she looked a bit like a plastic or rubber doll that had been carved open.

The stupid bear had decided it was going to turn her into a snack. It put up quite a fight, but Squirt managed to ‘pull’ it. She had never pulled the soulspark of an animal before, and thus hadn’t expected it to die, then again, every soulspark was different. Every one was different.

Everyone was different.

Her cuts would heal. Or, at least, seal back together. She would be a new girl in no time. The only real problem now was clothing. Squirt hated the stuff, her hyper sensitive senses making her aware of every hole in the fabric, every stitch, every imperfection against her skin, rubbing at it. She would go naked were it not for humans, she was supposed to be one of them, and being naked hadn’t really been in fashion since the Garden of Eden. Nothing of her clothes could be salvaged, so she really didn’t have a choice in the matter.

Already her search was starting to wear at her.

Wear at her until she was nothing but…

Fringes...
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(OOC: B is using Squirt!? .......*Cackles maniacally* Oh, how fate has done me a wonderful service this week. This will be much fun indeed, KYAHAHAHAHA!)

Having thankfully renewed his driving license, Reg was driving through the woods on a solid car. It wasn't anything particularly special really, just your average car that was good enough to get you from one place to another. And it didn't cost that much.

Although, Bel would always complain of the gas fumes, and they would occasionally nauseate both of them. Bel though he could have gotten a much better method of 'transportation,' but Reg had constantly warned him that doing that could garner a huge amount of attention. Even if they were going to be going through a more remote area, there was always the chance that someone might seem them and follow them; and notice them transform back into who they were. The fact that they would also be butt naked as usual was but one of the little reasons why he didn't want to do what Bel wanted to. Even if it might actually get them to Kat's place faster.

The parasite had to just get used to it, although one time he did try and force a transformation. However, the connection between Reg and Bel had deepened quite a bit, particularly with their body, and his Reg's will had actually disrupted Bel from transforming. He could remember the moment when it felt like his body was going to burst open like the Hulk.

Thankfully, as a compromise, Reg rolled the windows down when they were passing through the woods, letting the autumn smell touch their sensitive nose, taking in much more sensation than the human one could. This finely tuned sense of his could also differentiate several different types of smell when they were mixed together, at least up to a certain extent. Anything here was easy to tell apart, but in the city of Alborgus, with so many scents created by all the inhabitants, machines building, chemicals and so one, it would almost be a nightmare to shift through.

And that was one thing that they both like about the area that Kat chose. Aside from the open expanse of the forest, the place was less bothersome on their senses, although their electro-static pores seem to enjoy more time in the city where so much electrical equipment is run. Over the time, Reg had gotten used to inhuman senses, and while they occasionally, in a blunt fashion, reminded that he was no longer human (Distinctly reminding him how much of his original identity had eroded away), they did have their fun and enjoyable aspects.

As they drove on, both their minds seem to stroll slightly to the absence of his business's secretary and his girlfriend, and what they were really up to. They hoped it whatever it was would be beneficial, and not send them and their family/buddies harassment.

Oddly, ever since the Albanoid's HQ was destroyed, Reg and Bel had slowly developed some kind of synchronization with each other's thoughts over the years. They still thought separately on many occasions, bickering about this and that such as Bel's lack of manners; but on a few, when the same topic made them have the same reaction, they not thought alike, but thought together, as though they were a single mind and not two. They rarely ever noticed this, and when they did, they shrugged it off, as it never really bothered them if they had the same common thoughts - why should they?

They picked up the weak scent of barbeque, and immediately 'they' became a 'he'. Bel went to a deep dark corner of his little mental 'room', trying hide away from the smell all the while Reg had to keep control of the steering wheel; not only get some slight nausea, but being sorely reminded of the many foods that he missed. It was bad enough he developed some embarrassing habits, and that he was only able to eat pure raw meat. Not cooked, spice or seasoned in any way, but completely raw with dripping blood and tough flesh.

And the occasional uncooked, unbroken egg or two for breakfast. Everything else he'll just puke right out.

All he could do is whine as he drove on until he finally arrived home. Getting out of the car, the impulse to stretch both came to Bel and Reg. Thinking momentarily alike once more, they stretched their entire body, the sick sound of bone and flesh moving, snapping crunching and reforming. To some, it would sound like Reg was under an immense amount of pain, and if hadn't been so caught up in the sensation with Bel, he might have been a little disgusted to hear the noise himself. However, the sensation was almost exactly like stretching your muscles, only a lot more 'muscles' were being stretched in the process; and therefore a lot more tinier sensations of 'stretching' could felt.

Not to also mentioned, especially after driving for a long duration, that I felt good to stretch his legs, feet, hands, arms, neck, wings, che-

They suddenly blinked. Did they just think they were stretching out a pair of grown wings on his back? They stretch over their hand and the shoulder blades of their, and the rest of it as well (Thank god Reg still retained his double-jointed arm trick). There was nothing there except for his (mostly) human back.

It was really Reg who blew a sigh of relief, feeling thankful that he hadn't done some weird transformation where at least one person could possibly see. He was sure had the vague sensation of having leathery wings on his back - and was it the sensation that he had almost grown them.

He shrugged it off, feeling it had been a trick of the mind.

Going inside, he braced himself for the smell, and greeted Kat and James, "Hey James, while I'm not one - or would be one for your cooking, I do appreciate you driving Bel up the walls of my mind."

As he sat down next to the guy, a small tentacle grew out of the side of Reg's back unnoticed, and tapped James on the shoulder. Before he could and see what it was, it was gone. The tentacle did it few more times, all before letting James finally see who the culprit was, and then lightly flicking it tips at James nose in a childish manner.

Reg chuckled, "Hehehe, gotcha."
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Nearly a week had passed since the event which had changed him. That which could have been his death but in the end made him what his name had always implied, a perfect blend of light and dark. After the phazon problem had been settled Twilight had left to the fringes of federation space, to find somewhere where he could explore his new... Conditions. He was doing just that, sitting on the grass surrounded by vegetation, his arms crossed and his head lowered in meditation. It was something he had picked up a few years prior, and it was in the end this tool to ease the spirit that had saved him.

He had changed a lot, but mostly just on the outside, his mind remained the same, his will stronger than ever. From someone who saw him he could be explained as a fairly tall humanoid with what appeared to be a modified G-fed marine armor from over a decade ago, however unlike before it had lost its dark purple color, and appeared to be mostly like a normal armor with the exception of it being deformed slightly, it looked too tight, especially around the chest and similiar areas, things that should stick out more seemed to have been melted away, making it seem as if parts of the armor was in his body, to those who payed attention there was spaces in the armor where a purple colored mass could be seen however, and on the left side of his chest plate, near where the heart was on a normal person, was several thin cracks that seemed to penetrate the armor to its core, like it something had been removed. His arms seemed to lack some armor, showing what appeared to be a kind of union of the purple colored 'skin' and the metal of the armor, his elbows even extending into half-decimeter long spikes, the tip of his five fingers being like claws. However most curious of all was perhaps his feet, which seemed like a middlepoint of a four-clawed foot and a boot, the majority of his legs were covered in metal plates that seemed to have been added after, just like his helmet which while similiar to a federation helmet was still fairly different, seeming more like a steel colored demolition trooper helmet than a marine one.

Being in a near perfect state of meditative awareness Twilight had no problems picking up the sound of a veichle of some form starting up not too far away, still enough to be a disturbance to him as he raised his helmeted head and looked in the direction he had heard it from. 'Suppose its someone out hunting... Seems no matter where I go I cannot escape disturbances.' He thought as he stood up, he had left his own veichle, the Luminoth ship called the 'Lightbringer' some distance away, judging by the sound he had heard previously it had been from nearly the same direction. With nothing better to do Twilight began to trudge through the forest vegetation towards his ship, and inadvertedly it passed by closely to where a certain GI had had a tussle with a bear.

OOC: Wanted to have the thing happen before I used "true" Twilight, but since Corruption is in more or less a stand-still I will just use him now to see how well he fairs. Here's a image I made several months back when I first thought of the idea, though most of it is true to how I picture him still, I've decided to have him have more armor on his legs, as they seem very bare as it is, and change his knees (too... unnatural even for an ing) Also he wears a helmet that looks similiar to the MP3: Corruption Demolition troopers except its the same color as the normal suits (Just needed something quick... I will probably edit the image to fix the things I've mentioned.) http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d140/Shinreiku/Tablet%20works/TwilightV22-Tablet.jpg

And B, if you had something planned already feel free to just ignore Twilight as he is not directly looking for Squirt and are just passing by close to her, however it would be nice to have some way to tie him to the rest of the cast, as he doesent know any of the others xD (even if he's just sorta met her once, since ressurection is kinda dead right now I'm not sure wheter it should be considered canon or not) Its up to you.
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Fifty thousand.

That was how much money was deposited into Dr. Adler's bank account on the tenth of each month. Fifty thousand credits, from an unknown benefactor, always in cash. The money was deposited into a dummy account at a bank on Rogue, then rerouted through a series of interplanetary networks, making more than a few stops along the way, until finally coming to rest in another account from which he could then access it.

It was a complicated scheme, one that took the best number crunchers in the Federation several weeks to unravel. But they considered it time well spent. The Feds had been onto Dr. Adler for months now, ever since his employer, Biologic Space Laboratories, began to notice that the good doctor was living well above his means.

Were it any other employee of any other interstellar corporation, this might not have been such a big deal. However, BSL was already on a short leash with the government, ever since that incident with Samus Aran and the X parasites. More importantly though, Dr. Adler was no mere corporate peon, but one of their top geneticists. It turned what might have been your average industrial espionage case into a potentially very dangerous situation, depending on where the money was coming from and for what purpose. But uncovering the money trail was only the beginning. Now it was time to start asking the real questions.

It was time for Section 6 to pay Dr. Adler a visit.
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The man sat there behind the thick foliage like the hunter he was, adorning not just a camouflage outfit, but one that also made sure you didn't give off a single hint of your scent. If this was a regular hunting business, he wouldn't have even worn this suit, just a regular hunting shirt; this suit made it rather difficult for you to have a good whiff of the autumn air. An atmosphere that added its own spice to hunting while you patiently waited for your prey to show up.

Except this was prey wasn't a cloned deer or wolf; or any creature that normally stood on all fours; he barely had any fur at all. And, in fact, said prey-

Was giving off the most sickening sound that it made him grimace a couple of times; but in the end, he found himself smiling in ironic admiration and intrigue. He knew he could not fathom the physiology of his prey, as his friend told him; and yet he could help but try. To him, when it came to hunting, he had the sensation he was a wolf, ready to leap on his prey and sink his teeth into it, and struggle while it died.

Although his friend told him he was more like a Jaguar when hunting - stealthy and cunning, just waiting for the right moment to leap. He didn't disagree, and in fact, he completely nodded to his opinion; all his movements pointed to that style; but nonetheless, his mind gave him the idea that he was a wolf.

And he wanted to see what this wolf could do to this best of a man - or a man of a beast. He really didn't know how to put it, as his prey was rather, as his friend put it...unique. He understood the meaning of that word, and it had a real nice ring to it too; although he was unable to fully comprehend the details that he had been told by his friend.

However, he would soon see for himself what was unique about this prey. He watched as it finished it's stretching and walked into the house. He had admit, whoever picked that place out had good taste; and it was a little sad that it might get ruined in the next hour or so. Oh well, that was just how the cookie was going to crumble for the prey.

"Soon," he soothed to himself, "soon enough...but not yet, maybe even not this round." He had an ache in his bones that they would not meet, that he would get away, but he liked that. It would mean things would not be easy; it would mean he would have a real nice challenge.

He remembered the information that he had been fed three years ago about this wild beast, and what had happened. He found it unfortunate that he was unable to take command of the "seek and capture/destroy" group. It might have proven quite exhilarating; but he was away on special business when it the incident occurred.

One of his surviving associates though him to be lucky, and that he probably would have died like the rest. That had been said three years ago, and after bringing it back up to almost this present day, one of their fellow scientists said he would have also died; but for different reasons. The man had told him that he thought - more like he was paranoid - that a far more dangerous creature had been with the beast. One that made this it look like a harmless butterfly.

He didn't care what little data that man, who code named himself "Chimera," had put together to come up with that idea - and quite frankly, the man didn't have anything solid evidence go with. All that the 'hunter' cared about was a good 'ol fight to the death; perhaps even a worthy death. He had missed his chance to see what this creature could do, but now he was relishing every minute of their eventual contact.

This helped him stave the wait, for he did not want to initiate the attack just yet. Out of unusual politness and respect, he wanted his prey and his friends to have a "moment's reprieve." It wasn't necessary really, they could attack whenever they wanted, but to his own moral structure, he held it off, not wanting to be...rude.

As time went by, took out his comm. device and relayed to his friend. "You there?" he inquired.

"Of course I am," the man on the other lined spoke, which held a German accent.

"Good. Everything appears to be in position, but from the reports of the last incident, many of the privates had witnessed, what they like to call, 'freaks' aid the prey. You probably already know what to do."

"Yes yes, I've been watching about the place, and I've noticed some unusual signatures. I was just about to out and 'visit' them."

The hunter smiled malevolently, "Excellent, I'm assuming we will at least not get any interference from those 'brainiacs' that had been following our prey for quite some time."

"For the time being, I am sure, and if they were, I'd fix that. I'll be off now."

The hunter clicked his comm. unit off, and with sharp eyesight, had notice a shimmer in the sky. A cloaked vessel was about the air space, and it moved towards Twilight's vessel, though it did not 'show' any signs of hostility.
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Roffel House!

Kat smiled at her brother when he walked in the door. He was trying so hard to hide the fact that the barbecue smell was absolutely disgusting to him, but she could tell by the involuntary wrinkling of his nose and short breaths that he couldn’t really enjoy his own supper.

“Welcome home guys!” Kat said as she herded Reg to the kitchen. Referring to her brother in the plural had taken some getting used to, but now Kat didn’t think anything of it. She knew Bel was always watching and listening in even if he chose not to comment or act on anything, and she considered it rude not to at least acknowledge him.

Despite their rocky start, Belugugan and Kat had become close friends. Of all the humans Bel had met so far, Katanura was really the only one he truly felt comfortable around. James was slowly becoming trustworthy, but the former Albanoid Faction soldier still put the parasite on edge. Reg was warming to James a lot faster than his paranoid parasite. However, James was putting forward a concerted effort to appeal to the parasite’s well-hidden good side. Not only was it in his best interests to try and befriend his girlfriend’s brother, but it was also critical for his own lifespan to convince Reg’s passenger that he really was worth keeping around.

Kat was relatively immune to the beast’s appetite for human flesh, but James wasn’t about to make the same assumption about himself. In all honesty he didn’t blame Belugugan at all for being leery of him. He was professional enough to realize that he was a traitor to the Albanoid Faction cause, and traitors were never to be trusted by either side. He wanted to prove himself trustworthy to his new friends so badly that it made his head ache, but he also understood that some things just took time.

Hell, he wasn’t doing that bad either. Although he was sure Kat had the best of intentions to invite him to live with her, he wouldn’t have been surprised at all to learn that Reg’s approval of the situation had been highly influenced by Bel’s desire to keep a very close eye on him.

Somewhat lost in thought as he chewed on his cooked beef ribs, Reg managed to get the best of him while he was distracted. James snorted in amusement at the tentacle hovering before his nose, although he was quick to jerk his head back and out of the way. Bel didn’t trust him for sure, and he wasn’t foolish enough to trust Bel completely yet either. This shenanigan, however, seemed to be all Reg, and James chuckled at him.

“Yeah yeah, psuedopods off, I’m eating!” James said as he made the motion to lightly swat the tentacle away with the back of his hand, but didn’t follow through. He was very careful to avoid any sort of physical contact with Reg.

Kat stretched her arms over her head and sat at the table. Ribs were a messy business, and soon her hands were completely covered in meat juices and sauce. Reg had a pile of raw ribs on his own plate but he hadn’t touched them. Grinning in understanding, she wiped her hands off on a napkin, picked her plate and cup of tea up off the table, and then jerked her head outside to the porch. James grunted in complaint but quickly followed her out.

Once everybody was resituated at the picnic table, Kat gave Reg a mischievous smirk. “Bel’s been remarkably quiet. I didn’t realize he was so easy to scare off.”

“Remind me to smear myself in barbecue sauce the next time he gets hungry,” James said in half-jest. He’d been eyed by Bel more than once as a meal and every time it made him unsettled. “I think I found parasite repellent.”

Kat laughed loudly and took a drink. “Sorry Reg, we didn’t think the smell of the sauce would bother you this bad. Hopefully it’s not so stinky out here? It’s not good for you to miss a meal.”

That was the understatement of the century. Reg and Bel had nearly killed and eaten Kat once when they were in a feeding frenzy. It had not been a pleasant experience for any of them.

James licked his fingers free of sauce and took a drink himself. “If you don’t eat the ribs I’ll just throw them back on the coals and cook them tonight. I was planning on taking the ATV out for a spin after dinner and try to get an evening hunt in. I’ve still got two deer tags to fill. If you don’t mind being a bloodhound I’m sure we could bring down something. You could eat the viscera while I load the rest of the deer on the ATV for the ride home. What do you say?”

Positive that Reg’s answer would be yes (they had yet to turn down any opportunity to hunt), James grabbed a napkin and began cleaning his hands off. “Kat, you wanna come?”

“Nah, thanks for the offer. I’ve got some work on the computer to do that I’ve been putting off. Next time though, definitely.”

James nodded, then leaned over and gave Kat a small peck on the forehead before he walked back into the house to prepare for the trip.
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(OOC: Ressurection is after this RP. I’m okay with them meeting for the first time in this one. Even if we had a first aquaintance going in Ressurrection it’s quite a few years after Haybrid, and people can sometimes forget who they meet…even GI’s ;P )

Squirt caught just the slightest glimpse of someone and ducked out of sight, scowling. Must be a good day to hunt considering there were practically five people per square yard.

The wind changed direction however, and GI took back her assumption when she began to audibly retch.

Holy bangfiring Bontwoon on a waffle iron if that thing didn’t stink! From the way it was raping her olfactory senses Squirt knew it couldn’t be human. Every bit of it was so bad she could nearly taste it. There was a gross, rotted smell, like an ancient, liquefying onion, mixing with a sickly sweet aroma. Oddly enough, the sweet smell was actually worse than the rot.

The GI’s artificial body convulsed, as though trying to expel contents from a stomach that didn’t even exist. She gripped the tree she hit behind. The roughness of the bark on the palms of her hand screaming at her with its woodiness. She reached down, grabbing a mouthful of plant matter and popping it into her mouth before looking around the corner and the creature, hoping to overload as many of her other senses as possible.

Ben would likely call it ‘ugly’, but Squirt wasn’t as quick to discriminate. There was plenty enough to call it human, but she could see everything that made it inhuman as well, every flaw, every imperfection standing out like a black marble in a bowl of yellow ones.

It seemed out of place, like it didn’t belong here, and Squirt realized that maybe it could help her. She was in quite a predicament herself so, hoping the wind would change direction again, she stepped out of hiding.

“Excuse me” she said, bringing her head down and crossing her arms awkwardly, shivering slightly and trying to act as she guessed a naked woman would, “but I think I’m lost. Can you help me please?”
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Twilight had been wandering casually through the forest, not really caring if any possible hunter saw him or not. Sure he stood out, but it was not like he was doing anything wrong by just being there, especially since he appeared to be completely unarmed, but that was as far from the truth as you would come.

He was just a few hundred meters from his ship now, he had landed it quite well in a bare spot with a cliff shielding the side which would make it visible for most people in the forest, and so was not expecting any trouble. Of course freaks like him could never avoid falling into odd situations.

Suddenly the Ing heard a slight sound some distance behind him, the sound of someones feet weighting down on the undervegetation. He immidiately stoped, although he did not show any hostile intentions he raised his senses, trying to make out if there was any hostile intent from whoever was behind him.

“Excuse me” A female voice sounded out, not feeling anything special comming from the person he slowly turned to face what seemed to be a naked human female, she was crossing her arms over her body like if to cover it, and from what he had understood of human culture being naked in public places was a big no, not that he cared but he knew it would be rude to stare so he kept his helmeted head focused on her face. “but I think I’m lost. Can you help me please?” She finished.

Twilight was silent for a few seconds, he was uncertain of what to do in this situation, but he figured he might as well help out. "I am not familiar with this world myself, but I could take you to a nearby human city if you'd like." His voice was probably just as odd as his appearance, at first it sounded like a regular human male, but it had this strange echo to it, barely audible but it was definitely there, that nearly warped his voice. The 'echo' itself was odd, it had both a grotesque beast like tone to it and a more serene... Almost heavenly quality to it, though as they mixed it became very strange. Someone could of course mistake the helmet for being the cause.

Twilight then turned sideways, waving with one of his arms towards his destination, "I was just heading to my ship, if you want I could give you a ride." He then said, turning completely and starting to walk towards it. While he'd have offered her some kind of cloth to cover herself with as he assumed she'd like, he carried no such things with him, though he did happen to have some in his ship.

OOC: I guess having had the dark atmosphere in his ship drained caused his ships light core to hypercharge, causing him to go back in time when he used the ships jumpdrive ;D OMFG PLOTHOLES! *dies*
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