Dry land! ::as he finally gets outta swamp land:: I'd kiss it if it wasn't dirt! ::issa still carting Trina whether she likes it or not!:: (( ::kicking and screaming, scaring all manner of birds from the jungle:: PUT ME DOWN!!!!!)) ::doesn't mind, but she believes she has legs last she recalled:: ((:dies!::)) ::chuckles:: You would...but...I think you'd like ta' remove those leeches from yer pant legs... AUGH! ::sees them, gives Razor the glare:: You feel okay? ::to Trina:: Whaaaat? ::to T-Bone:: I'm fine. ::smiles:: And, I can walk anytime, too....tho' I don' mind the ride... Get 'em off! ::swiping at them tho' he knows it won't work:: ::chuckles:: I'll put you down inna while... ::grins, hug:: Give it a rest, Chance....::picks them out with a stick:: ::shivers:: I HATE those things! I only have so much blood ta' go around, y'know! With your crabby mood, I don't think they appreciate it...::moves away afore he gets thwapped:: ::growls:: See what I mean? ::grabs the front of Razor's shirt:: Jacob... ::is calm:: Yes, Chancellor? ::nose to nose now:: Does this look like a bad mood to you? Not quite...it looks more like a "Jake, get ready ta' dig yer own grave" mood more than anything.... Oh.... Well, it's not that personal. I sure hope not...::is grinning:: You...can let me go, now... ::grins, sets him down and noogies him:: Argh!! ::his noogies are deadly:: Chance! ::cocks his head:: You screamed? ::tackles him:: Argh! ::goes over, punching back:: ::blinks:: They so funny... ::raised brow:: Wonder if any of that swamp water got to their heads... ::dodges punch:: ::thinks, eyes a bit fogged for a minute:: No...They're always like this.... ::has managed to control T-Bone's memories now somehow.:: Really? ::helps T-Bone off the ground:: Sorry 'bout that, bud...::is grinning:: ::grins:: No problem... ::smirk:: I'll get you back later! Right, right...::pauses to stare up at the now darkening sky:: What? ::looks up:: ::sniffs the air:: It's gettin' dark...we better find a place to camp...now that we're outta the swamp and all... ::nods:: I smell woodsmoke... ::turns to look at Max:: Where? ::deep sniff, then points:: That way. We better be careful...the Raiders can't be too far away from here, either... ::nods:: Unless it's their fire... That too... If it is, then we'll hafta' go around them... ::seems to think for a second:: Or strike a deal.. Look, we're all kats here. And, they aren't likely to be enough to take us... ::hefts his blaster:: ::pauses to think this over:: True...the question is...are they gonna be stubborn enough not to listen? Well, we'll *make* them listen then... ::makes motions to be set down:: Just try to understand that they're not pshychologically ready for reasoning, Chance...this war's messed up their heads... ::sets her down:: But, they do understand who has the bigger stick and that's it not wise to tick the guy with the bigger stick off... True...::pauses to chuckle: The problem is, you don't speak softly.... ((::DIES! at "Lost in Space, the Movie":: ::tender family reunion...:: ::cuts in:: The planet *is* breaking up around us....)) ((ROFL!!!!)) (( ::as he imitates Yosemite Sam:: Oh yeah? Well, I speak loud! And I carry a BIIIIGGER stick! And I use it,too!!)) ((::DEAD!::)) Well, I figured between two blasters and Max, we'd be fine... We will....but, I advice not sneaking up on them...they can really go into a frenzy if they're being stalked... Right.... We go in loudly? (( Last one to kill a bad guy buys the milk! ::modified Lost in Space quote::)) As loud as possible...but not too loud to sound like we're attacking... ((ROFL!)) Uhm... You mind demonstrating this? ::sighs:: We walk in revealing ourselves, but not like maniacs onna killing spree... I try not to look like a maniac on a killing spree... ::grin:: Unless the leeches are involved... Will you let the leeches subject die already!? No... Some of them are still live... ::razz:: Uhm... We should get moving... ::nods:: What he said... Roger that... Let's go...::makes his way in the direction Max pointed:: ::as she watches them walk ahead:: I hope what I said made sense...::to Max:: I think it did... ::lets Razor lead, waiting for the others so he can be rearguard:: ::rubs her eyes:: As long as we reach an agreement to end this crazy war.... ::goes on:: ::Waits for them to catch up:: We will. ::grin:: ::smiles at him, putting a hand on his shoulder:: ::notes they're being followed... and... waiting for the perfect moment... holds still.. then jerks a screaming kitt from the brush:: What the...?! ::turns fast:: ::runs towards T-Bone:: What...who? ::screams bloodly murder at being grabbed:: ::stuffs a huge hand over his mouth:: Calm down a'ready! ::puts both hands on the kitt's shoulders:: Hey, Hey...it's okay...we're kats... ::gets bitten:: Ow! ::drops the kid, promptly inserting the wound in his mouth: ::catches the kid neatly with his tail as he shoots past:: ::gives Max a thumbs up:: You okay, bud? ::to T-Bone:: Fine. ::removing hand:: ::screams more briefly before Max carefully covers his mouth:: ::blinks:: Who is....? Y'got me... ::goes to take a closer look at the kitt:: ::is trying to shush hiim:: Hey, calm down....we're allies... ::mumbles around Max's hand:: Okay..Max, let him talk.... ::moves the hand: Whoareyouwho'sthebigguydon'tkillme! We won't hurt you...calm down....we're kats.... ::blinks:: ::kneels infronta him::We won't hurt you....who are you? I'm Toby.... You lost, kid? ::shakes head:: I was out playing... In the middle of a swamp?? We live here... ::hangs head:: But, I'm not supposed to be out alone... Live here?? ::nods:: Want to come to our camp? Camp? ::exchanges glares with TB:: ::gives him the "go with the kid" look:: ::nods, then turns to Toby:: Lead the way... Uh... When I'm on ground again... ::gives Max a nod:: ::sets him down:: Session Close: Sat Oct 07 01:56:09 2000