So...shall we? ::small sheepish voice:: I'm game! Sure! I've already got my name. Kies. ^^;; *** Sagey is now known as TrinaSK *** MaxSK is now known as TBoneSK Come on Wuffie! change Names! You know you wanna! Everybody's doin' it! ::laughs:: ::DIES! Trina:: * Gravis pouncetickles everyone! ::evil grin:: Aiye!!!!!1 *** RJWuffie is now known as AaronVulpin Acks! Huak! ::Ker-BAPPLE!:: ((::tickles Gravis back...with a feather, even!::)) ((ACK!!!)) ((RP on?)) ((::nodsnods::)) ((I have 30 minutes... :) )) ::has finished packing up, gathering all he can carry, including tent:: Which way now, Max? ::checks, points to the left:: This way... I can just smell fresh air... ::nods:: Lead the way, we're right behind you. You done yet Aaron?? Yeah.. ::checks Razor:: ::to T-Bone:: He okay? Seems to be... ::is still KOed, fever down:: ::nods, then pauses and turns:: Keep walking...::ears are perked:: ::Carries in one HEFTY BIG bag of stuff:: I hope I packed eveyrthing... *BLINKS* You got enough?? ::heads forward:: Hopefully... ::narrows her eyes, cocks her handgun:: ::laughs:: I hope you can run FAST with that, kiddo. Grabbed a buncha rations, some weapons, et cetera. ::ears flicker, sniffs the air:: Hey... ::Arms gently bulging:: I'm still a fast one, so no wirries... ::Worries, even:: ::looks behind them, but keeps walking:: remember to leave some? ::Is carrying only a pack, the old synthetic fur fer his arms, the tent, and a hip pack and leg pack.:: Good ::bound around the corner, fire a few shots:: ((Dear... I've killed me old roomie... She clunked her head onna chair laughing at my joke...)) ::ducks, covers Razor:: ::spins around:: ((Wha' ya' say?)) Get going!! ::fires back:: ((I ICQ it.)) ::growls, heads down the corridor:: ::comes to back Trina up:: Kies! (()) even!)) ((OOC, Sagey?)) ((Yuppers!)) (( Die! Kies!)) ((DEAD!)) ((You know how light travels faster than sound? So why is it a person appears bright until they speak?)) (( Okie, alien, I wuv you, buybye!)) ((::cracks up, Gravis::)) ((::dead at both::)) ::take cover, fire back anew:: ::looks at Aaron:: Well, let's head out then. ::growls, looks around for a weapon:: (( A weapon! A weapon! My dinner for a... Waitaminute... I'm keepin' dinner!)) ((ROFL!)) ::looks behind her, making sure T-Bone is out, then turns back and fires a couple more rounds, nailing one of them...horray, Trina!:: ::Nods:: Agreed... ::grabs a rock and lobs that at one... crude, but hey:: ::Drops off a couple things he was gonna maybe... swipe... but decides not to... not worth crap anyway...:: ::is hit, falls back, the winner is Max!:: ::jabs a fist in the air:: Alright! ::leaps up to high five Max: Great job, big guy. ::grin:: ::returns it, grins:: *steps out of the bunker, looks around* Lord.. what a S***hole... Gimme an alien right now..... ::steps out, sees Gravis, fires a shot above his head:; (( ::grabs random alien, shakes it like a rattle:: I feel... slightly better... ::drops alien::)) C'mon. Let's get going before more appear..::pauses, pastes the CD against the wall...with a tiny exploding device:: ::nods:: ::drops to the ground, aims and fires a triple tap into the alien's head and chest:: ::To Gravis:: Big mouth... ::dropsdead:: (( But, bigger gun, so it all works out...)) ::chuckles:: Hey, I guess I shoudl be careful whatI wish fer. ((::DIES::)) ::sets the timer:: Let's go, go! ::runs down:: ((DEAD!!!)) ::runs, grabs Trina up in his tail, she was going too slow:: ((*laughs* This is not Burger King, Federal Express, or The Library of Congress, therefore, we do not do it your way, deliver overnight, or know everything. )) ((Who said that?)) ::is grabbed, checks her watch:: 4........3.......2......1.... ((I read it somewhere)) ::looks at Aaron, checks the alien, grabs teh gun:: Do me a favor.. figger this gun out, ok? ((Kewl...)) ((you like?)) Sure... :: Starts fiddling with it, gets a little shock:: Yeow! ::Gun turns on to life, and he smiles:: Bingo bango we're a-go. ((::nods::)) ::laughs:: be careful next time, eh? Good.. you use that then, those others are backups, no sense wasting our ammo when we cna waste theirs. ::gets a push from behind by the big boom:: ::shields her face:: Good idea. :) ::and runs straight into T-Bone:: OOf! ::gets knocked on his tail:: That's lesson number one fer you Kiddo, just to let you know. ::lands on the ground, gets up to look behind her at the smoke coming out, has a hint of a small grin:: WHAT was that? ::stands:: ::stands up herself, gives T-Bone a grin before turning to look at the entrance:: Hasta la vista, suckers. ::takes off towards the city:: We need a place to find now, quickly. a place that could provide ample cover... ::sighs in some relief:: C'mon... I found that opening Max could smell... ::nods:: let's go. ::leads, Max behind him:: Start scouting for a place that looks good, point it out to me, I'll check it out,ok? ::checks behind her again:: You saidit... ::Fllows behind, moving fast:: Okay, got it. ::Nods, looking...:: ::ears flicker wildly, is edgy again:: See anythign yet?? ::issa looking fer aliens:: ::turns:: Max? Hmm? ::looks at her:: I see a nice big ole 1 million dollar condo for sale... aw drat, it's only the frontside... ::noticed his "edgyness":: You okay? ::laughs:: Poor them. Yeah... It's just... I feel funny... ::steps up in front of him:: What's the matter? ::shrugs:: I don't know... I knew money would be useless one day. What are you feeling? More flashbacks? ::Chuckles:: Shoulda warned us... ::shakes his head:: Those.. Haven't had one in a while... I just... something about me is... weird... ::chuckles again:: Ok, I've officially gone nuts, I've made humor out of a bad situation.. not normally me.. guess my discipline has worn off, eh? OKay...yer scarin' me all of a sudden...what hurts? (( ::trotting back with armloads of stuff:: Money? Useless? Well, the aliens just gave me all this for five bucks...)) It doesn't... hurt... Just... something's wrong... KNow what? That's good... ya need to be havin' a little bit of a good attitude... God knows I should... :;turns:: More of those aliens? Hey, I'm military, discipline before everythign else.. well.. what military? I wouldn't be surprised to be maybe one out of possibly five or so left alive in teh military. No... It's me... Something... I don't know... ::noticeably shrinks:: ::pauses to blink:: Holy kats, yer shrinking... Shrinking? ::came back, heard part of it, mun ain't correcting again:: ::shakes her head as she turns to T-Bone:: I don't know what it is...it's never happened before.. ::shivers a bit, scared:: ::shrinks a good two feet:: Max, calm down. ::lays a hand on his shoulder:: You're gonna be okay... ::wakes up:; Wha'? Military Intelligence.. *laughs* Whatever. ::studies him:: He didn't shrink... Lookit his face... Well, he did shrink, but... Ten I'd say get yerself goin' a bit more easer on the brain... ::doesn't look like an adult now, looks like a kid:: Whatever is right. ;) ::blinks anew:: What did Viper do...? ::murmuered to herself:: ::chuckles:: Well.. lemme see. :points to big ex-enforcer building: Waste of money, they coudl have expanded their old building! ::to Trina:: Wait... How old is he? Really? ::Laughs:: True... ::rubs her eyes:: Inna matter of clone years...he's three. Sooo... Is he changing back to his *real* age? And look at the car lots! What's the point? Most of the people that lived here couldn't afford somethign like that! And any rich guy with FASHION sense wouldn't be caught DEAD in one of those.. (( ::sees a dead rich man in one of those:: OOPSIE!! Nevermind!!)) ::brushes her hair back, whispers inna scared tone:: That's what it looks like it... ((::dies!:: Wait! We can search his pockets! Wait.. Money ain't worth nuthin'... Drat...)) ::whimpers:: ((ROFL at Gravis and Max!::)) Chance? :;holds his head:: ::glances back at Razor:: Razor! You're awake! What happened? That suit was playing with your head... ::stands up:: How? ::shrugs:: I wouldn't know... ::nods to Max:: The kid has a problem.. ::Blinks:: He's shrinking?! He's getting younger...::to Razor, then turns to Max:: I think whatever growth stimulants Viper gave him are wearing off... ::sighs:: I don't know what to do... ::shivers:: I don't want to be a little kid... I've never been a little kid... ::gives him a hug:: We'll find a way to stop it, I promise.... ::lays a hand on Max's shoulder:: We'll think of something, okay Kid? ::pauses to think:: You think Viper's still around? I have no idea... ::pauses, drags Trina and Razor into a huddle with him:: What is it? What he said? Look, he *is* three years old. So, maybe he should *be* three years old. Maybe it will kill those flashbacks... ::sighs:: Chance, he's already used to this time...this way of being...he'll never adapt to being three... And, it's crazy out there...what with those aliens and all... I know... It's hardly a place for a kid... But, he *is* a kid... A huge one, but he's still a child. ::rubs her eyes anew, trying to hide the wetness in her eyes:: In a way...::turns to Trina:: In a way, he's right...but at the same time, we can't be counting on protecting him *and* running from the aliens... ((::debates making Max a kid now or waiting:: Do I shoot 'im now? Or wait 'til I get home?)) ((:DIES!!::)) I can't let Max down like this... ::shrinks more.. hey, it can be "un-written" if it doesn't fly:: ::really does end up three years old before the committee is thru debating it:: (( ::light thwap:: We didn't say you could yet!)) ((::chuckles::)) (( Yeah! No one said "Simon says!")) Maybe...if we could find Viper...::mutters this, knows it sounds hopeless:: ((ROFL!)) ::huge eyes, trots over to tug on Trina's pantleg:: Look, I simply can't...::pauses to look down, feels her heart sink:: Max???? ::looks a little confused, but otherwise okay:: Trina... You got tall.... ::sinks to her knees, holds Max close inna hug:: I'm sorry...::whispered into his ears:: ::hugs her, perplexed:: Don' cry, Trina! ::isn't sure what to say:: ::ditto, exchanges glances with T-Bone:: ::tries to control her tears, is upset at the whole situation:: ::clings to Trina:: It's okay.. ::isn't really sure what happened:: ::takes in a deep breath:: Nothing's gonna happen to you...I won't let them hurt you... Who would hurt me? ::has memory gaps:: ::gives T-Bone and Razor wide-eyed looks:: (( ::try to look harmless, scare the kid:: ::bawls, hugs Trina::)) ::isn't sure if he outta say what's going on:: ((ROFL!!)) ::scruffles Max's fluff of headfur sticking over Trina's shoulder:: No one cuz we won't let them, okay? ::looks to his left, sees the exit:: ::nods to T-Bone, likes T-Bone, he's still familiar:: :;softly:: Mebbe we should get going while the getting's good... ::nods, lays a hand on Trina's shoulder:: Trina? ::knows this hurts her more than Max even - Max doesn't know what happened anymore:: ::lays a hand on Trina's shoulder as he says this:: (( ::just bodily carry her out.. all those hands::)) ::sighs deeply, then stands, picking Max up:: Let's...get going...::eyes are tearful:: ((ROFL at the image!::)) ::nods:: ::nods, turns back to make sure they're alone, then turns to give T-Bone a pondering look, but has no words:: ::just shakes his head:: ::grabs her jacket, wrapping Max in it:: ::sighs, then leads the way out:: C'mon... ::snuggles into the jacket, seems to be cold:: ::holds him tight like a mother holding a wounded child, fights back her tears:: ::realizes the kid was undressed, pauses to pick up his clothes:: Hmm... Might can do something with 'em... (( ::makes "clothes" for Maxie.. a one-piece zip-up "Doctor Denton" type thing... without the hole in the rear:: There. ::holds it up proudly:: It looks like PJs...)) ((::DEAD::)) ::follows Razor:: ::trails 'em both:: ::peers at everything with big eyes:: ::steps out, pauses to see his surroundings:: Well...back to the good 'ol swamps... Swell.... And, I think I just lost all my *old* roaches... ::rolls his eyes:: Mention the leeches and I'll hurt you... ::half grins:: ::loooooks at the swamp:: We're going in there? ::checks the sky:: We better find shelter... ::holds him tight:: At least for a while... ::nods to Razor:: Okay... Can I swim? ::has some vague memory of getting to swim in the swamp:: And...you pick it this time...::gives Tbone that grin:: Why, thank you! ::leads the way:: :;turns to Trina:: You have nooo idea how long he's been waiting for this moment... ::chuckles a tad:: ::follows:: ::keeps them covered from behind:: ::skirts the edge of the swamp and leads them within it just a bit, stopping at a ramshackle barn, clearly only recently overtaken by the wilds:: ::checks the barn:: Good enough. Think the roof'll hold? It looks like rain... ::nods:: It's not too bad off.. It'll do...::creeps in, pauses a tad:: ::waits to bring up the rear:: Um...cover your heads...::says this seconds before those bats fly out...the little critters:: ::ducks:: ::watches them wide-eyed:: ::holds an arm over her head:: ::looks around:: Seems the hotel's vacant...::as there are no more bats:: Good. ::motions for Trina to go ahead:: ::does so:: ::follows:: ::the barn is musty and has vines creeping in, but the straw at the rear is relatively dry:: ::sighs:: I...sure hope we don't run into those creeps here...even tho' we got rid of that tracking device.... That makes all of us... ::settles into the straw wearily, it's been a long day after all:: ::is lost::Tracking device? That disk you found in the suit. That suit caused us all *kinds* of trouble, bud. ::digs Max's clothes out of his pack and fumbles for something else:: Then it obviously isn't safe for a regular feline... ::nods, says nothing...knew that already:: Or you either. ::implying Razor ain't normal, mean thing:: ::smacks him lightly:: Ha, ha... Look...one of us better stand watch while the others rest... ::smirks:: Well, I'll be up a while. Get some sleep. ::hassa needle between his teeth:: ::nods:: Good idea....I'll take the second shift buddy...::curls into an area:: ::squirms to be set down:: ::sits and leans against the wall, makes no signs of falling aleep. Sets Maxie down.:: ::looks around,... and promptly scampers off the explore:: Aww, man...::buries her head into her hands:: How could this happen? Trina... ::fumbles over to lay a hand on her shoulder - the default SK gesture tonight - they're men, they can't think of anything else but a friendly punch:: He's.... okay... No. No, he's not okay. ::brushes a stray bang out of her face:: Look at him, Chance. He's a kitten. He can't defend himself anymore. ::sighs heavily:: Kid's life's been all off-kilter from the get-go... I know...but he got so used to it...and so did I...now...it all seems it was all for nothing... ::holds her chin up and makes her look at him:: It *wasn't* for nothing. Look at him... ::Max is climbing support beams and chasing some imaginary something:: You think he'd be like that if Viper had succeeded? You saved him. You taught him to be a kat. ::pauses to look at Maxie, and then turns to look at T-Bone anew:: I...::pause:: You've got a point there...yet somehow I wish I"d known that was gonna happen... Unfortunately, there was no way to know... ::sighs:: Viper probably didn't even know... Max isn't much good to him as a child... No, he isn't...::sighs herself:: Maybe I won't be as worried once this crazy war is over...but as of now, I can't let him walk into the line of fire... ::nods:: ::pauses to stifle a yawn:: You mind takin' care of 'im for a couple hours? ::eyes are halfway open:: Not at all... I need 'im over here now anyways... Hey, Max! ::scampers over:: Yeah? :watches them: Gimme a hand getting you some clothes... ::uh... is... uh... wrapped in Trina's jacket - the toga look, yeah!:: ::smiles, then curls up:: ::fixes clothes,... as Max climbs on him, shows him tricks, etc:: ::finally finishes late in the night, Max curled up in the straw asleep... at *last*:: ::mun is wrapping, not rapping, mun is tired:: ::mun herself needs sleep...it be late:: ::pokes Razor:: Your turn... ::yawns:: ::blinks, stretches, asks no questions, and goes to stand guard by walking around...mebbe he can do something with that old truck over there....goes to check it out:: Session Close: Sun Sep 17 03:35:28 2000