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 Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 9:42 pm
Reiko leans out of a shadowy wall and looks about. Sensing no one, she step out of the wall, with a small package in her hands. She carefully makes her way over to a half-clear table and places the package on it's ravaged top. "Forgot the damn tag..." she mumbles to herself, plucking a pen out of thin air and removing it's cap, "At least I can remember the name."
Across the top of the sealed package she writes "JUNIOR" in cursive. Throwing the pen away, she falls into the shadows and is gone.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 9:45 pm
Psiko silently skids across the tiles, seeing the package being set down. With a small grunt of effort he attempts to see what was written. The attempt at a jump ends with him upside down, the spikes holding him firmly in place.
"...help..."
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 9:48 pm
Junior skitters in through a dimensional hole to the lab. Looking around, the parcel catches his eye. While normally Junior would be too short to reach, there happened to be a turtle stool convieniently placed. Hoping up, he slowly words out his name before looking around cautiously. Paper flutters into the air before cardboard is flung away in bits.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 9:55 pm
Reiko slowly slips out of the shadows under the table, coming face to face with turtle-Psiko. She gasps and jumps back, slamming her head on the table, knocking it over. The letter and handmade pajamas that were neatly tucked into the package fly into the air. And stay there.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 9:57 pm
Psiko continues his struggles in an attempt to flip himself, all the while muttering obscenities under his breath.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 10:02 pm
With a jump, Junior grabs onto the Pajamas, hovering with them as he tried to bring them down.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 10:03 pm
She jumps to her feet and gives the turtle-stool a good kick. "Damn you!" she yells, watching him bounce off a wall. She turns to her hovering child and mumbles several new names for Psiko.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 10:07 pm
With a silent hiss, Psiko goes sliding into the darkness.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 10:10 pm
Junior hovers there, looking at her as he clings to the Pajamas.
"Hi."
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 10:15 pm
Reiko flicks her ears back and plucks her child from the air and gives him a cuddle. She looks over her shoulder and sticks her tongue out at the shadows that Psiko slid into. "'Ello..."
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 10:21 pm
His tail swaying from side to side, Junior curls up against Reko, purring.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 10:34 pm
She scratches him lightly behind the ears and plnts a kiss on his cheek, purring. "Good night, Junior." she says quietly and sets him down, fading away.
Reiko reappears next to the turtle and kicks him out of the shadows. "You really should get yourself out of that mess..."
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 6:36 pm
Reko She scratches him lightly behind the ears and plnts a kiss on his cheek, purring. "Good night, Junior." she says quietly and sets him down, fading away. Reiko reappears next to the turtle and kicks him out of the shadows. "You really should get yourself out of that mess..."
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 3:43 pm
Bursting from the half-open elevator door, Psiko slaps the special spice into the "Analyze-o-matic" and begins the process. After a moment of beeps and buzzes, the printout slides from the computer. Grabbing it, Psiko scans it for a moment before frowning.
"Paprika... the hell?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 3:48 pm
The machine man would come stalking up to Psiko, and clasp a hand on his shoulder, speaking quietly.
"It's not the paprika, but the way you utilize it. That is the part that matters. Aerion gave it to you, knowing full well you'd be expecting a wonder-drug method of fixing your problems. This is a message to fix you problems starting with you, and not with the machinary that you use to make up for it.
And then his mechanical eye would unfocus and refocus.
"Or alchemy. This could definately be a good time for the art of Philosophers and Kings. Shall we get to it?"
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