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Bob Biter · 11-24-2003, 03:55 PM

[OOC: Holy shit! I guess I shouldn't leave this thread unattended for more than a day. You guys got hardcore into character development! Sorry for the delay, but I had a 3-day weekend here in Japan and I only have regular access to my computer at work. Thank you for not using Dreggan for me. However, if you ever feel like he should be involved in a battle or something during a weekend and I can't log in, feel free to dictate a few of his actions, if only to keep him alive until I get back.]

As Matt, Vanelee and Nina were enjoying their dinner, a thought suddenly grew in their minds, slowly growing in intensity. After a moment, all three looked up at each other with a huge question mark over their heads. Two words were spoken in unison: "Where's Dreggan?"

Since the battle was intense and the feelings after even more so, ther group had forgotten their OTHER companion. Looking around, they saw he wasn't nearby, not even casually leaning on a branch, berating them on their sloppy battle techniques. Where could that thief be? Checking their belongings, they were relieved to see that he hadn't robbed them and left, but that still didn't answer their question.

Suddenly, a brustle in the tree nearest them drew their attention. Matt, charged up and the lovers stayed close, ready to face with weary grit yet another challenge on this day.

A body then fell down before them, it was man, dressed completely in black, riddled with needles and with his neck skewed at an odd angle. Another body followed. It was Dreggan's. He also had a few needles lodged in him, but thankfully not in life-threatening areas. His face was heavily bruised and his torso was slashed at a few places. He was still breathing, but just barely. As the group rushed to him with a collective gasp, they all heard his last words before slipping into unconsciousness:

"So wh... what's f... for dinner... honey."

11-24-2003, 03:55 PM	#139 (permalink)
Bob Biter Non-smokers die everyday Location: Montreal	[OOC: Holy shit! I guess I shouldn't leave this thread unattended for more than a day. You guys got hardcore into character development! Sorry for the delay, but I had a 3-day weekend here in Japan and I only have regular access to my computer at work. Thank you for not using Dreggan for me. However, if you ever feel like he should be involved in a battle or something during a weekend and I can't log in, feel free to dictate a few of his actions, if only to keep him alive until I get back.] As Matt, Vanelee and Nina were enjoying their dinner, a thought suddenly grew in their minds, slowly growing in intensity. After a moment, all three looked up at each other with a huge question mark over their heads. Two words were spoken in unison: "Where's Dreggan?" Since the battle was intense and the feelings after even more so, ther group had forgotten their OTHER companion. Looking around, they saw he wasn't nearby, not even casually leaning on a branch, berating them on their sloppy battle techniques. Where could that thief be? Checking their belongings, they were relieved to see that he hadn't robbed them and left, but that still didn't answer their question. Suddenly, a brustle in the tree nearest them drew their attention. Matt, charged up and the lovers stayed close, ready to face with weary grit yet another challenge on this day. A body then fell down before them, it was man, dressed completely in black, riddled with needles and with his neck skewed at an odd angle. Another body followed. It was Dreggan's. He also had a few needles lodged in him, but thankfully not in life-threatening areas. His face was heavily bruised and his torso was slashed at a few places. He was still breathing, but just barely. As the group rushed to him with a collective gasp, they all heard his last words before slipping into unconsciousness: "So wh... what's f... for dinner... honey." __________________ A plan is just a list of things that don't happen. Last edited by Bob Biter; 11-24-2003 at 03:57 PM..