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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 13, 2008 3:33:16 GMT -5
I realize that we have yet to get in touch with each others' feelings and where we are as bros. So: A campfire, set up in the early morning, after an exhausting battle.
Fred meditates quietly. Chili is cooking. Why was he here? He had imagined himself a great hero. And, indeed, so far they had done many great things. Defeated Lo Pan again, sealing him. Turned the Three Storms, and Exar Kun, towards good. Freed an ancient archmage from a horrible torturous sleep and reunited father and daughter. Cleared demons from a lumber yard, in the process freeing a spirit. Freeing two more spirits from their imprisonments (spirits he could feel coursing through him). Become shamans, Jedi Knights, great men. Made a Sinistral consider a new life as a human, and freed a family from captivity. Stopped a football coach from using demonic steroids, and set back the timetable of a great deceiver of men. Recovered ancient weapons and defeated the ghosts guarding them, sending those ghosts to a better place. Killed a necromancer, one of the few times they had to resort to lethal violence, and released his prisoners, reuniting a village. Liberated an entire planet, bringing peace for the Bonesingers.
And yet... he had not found a passionate foe, a cause that made his blood truly boil. He had managed to shield himself from the absurdity through some means he had yet to understand. In the process, he had become a much stronger man, a much more pragmatic one, tougher, more disciplined.
And the Sith tattoos on his body were permanent reminders of the cost of his transformation, and of the heroism. Doing good required confronting evil. No matter what one did in life, one would always see tragedy, immorality, injustice.
He could see why one would become weary, why Lord Coake's beneficent smile was suffused with such age and fatigue.
He cracked open a Mountain Dew and smiled. He was still Fred Bourgault-Christie, and he could still enjoy that which made him feel good. But as a Hollow, the liquid felt different, tasted different.
"Hey, guys, ready to eat?", he asked.
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Post by Grubrot Zodd on Oct 13, 2008 8:10:06 GMT -5
Let's Break out some Lasagna,I'd like to tell you all about how I punched a Giant Bear in the face.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 13, 2008 13:49:51 GMT -5
"If you have a special way of cooking lasagna on a campfire I wasn't previously aware of, or have some in a nice refrigerated tin, tell me now."
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Post by Grubrot Zodd on Oct 13, 2008 21:15:21 GMT -5
I Bathe the Lasagna in Dragon Fire Breath, That'll teach it not to be at a temperature other than satisfactory eating temperature.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 14, 2008 12:42:04 GMT -5
Joe magically procures lasagna with his Italian powers then scorches it with firebreath. His lack of control causes it to overcook, becoming blackened.
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Post by Grubrot Zodd on Oct 14, 2008 18:03:38 GMT -5
I cease the heresy which is overcooked lasagna,by punching it, because overcooked lasagna is indeed heresy where I come from.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 15, 2008 0:18:34 GMT -5
Now there's burnt lasagna splattered over the ground with broken glass in it.
Fred says, "...Nice."
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Post by Grubrot Zodd on Oct 16, 2008 8:48:06 GMT -5
"Although it saddens me to waste good lasagna, Heresy must be stopped where ever it breeds, including burnt pasta dishes"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 16, 2008 12:36:05 GMT -5
"You're gonna pick that up."
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Post by eyolf on Dec 23, 2008 15:08:39 GMT -5
Cory stumbles out form the trees. "Man nothing like the first piss of the day!" sits down on a log by Fred. "So Fred do we have anything else to eat, cause chili will kill me the whole day. Do we have any bacon and eggs?"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 24, 2008 2:43:28 GMT -5
"I suppose... Doneness on the bacon and presentation of the eggs?"
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Post by eyolf on Jan 29, 2009 12:45:56 GMT -5
"any kind! Just no chili for me. I will get the walking farts and no one wants that."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 29, 2009 20:36:23 GMT -5
"Yeah... Gross..." Fred makes Cory eight scrambled eggs and ten pieces of bacon. He toasts the toast over an open flame. This counts as a light breakfast for Werewolf Cory, of course. Fred seems a little concerned about Cory - after all, only recently has Cory been forced to double agent...
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Post by eyolf on Jan 29, 2009 21:00:47 GMT -5
"Thanks Fred" get up and walk so I can get a good view of the sun rise."
"Nothing like watching the sun rise to bring you back to your old self."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 30, 2009 18:06:42 GMT -5
"And what, pray tell, would be threatening your 'old self'?"
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Post by eyolf on Jan 30, 2009 18:31:34 GMT -5
"The whole world has changed Fred. I now have to worry about things that I should never have to worry about. I have to worry about evil people trying to kill me now. Before this happened I only had to worry about stupid stuff like when I was going to eat next or how I am going to pay rent and shit like that. Right now when I look at the sun I can think of my family and my friends. The fun times we had driving places and round table. That is the old self. I now know where you have been for the last 24 hours and who you have talked to. I have a demon inside of me that wants to kill all the time. but hey I can take a bullet in my chest and just walk it off."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 31, 2009 19:27:06 GMT -5
"Where HAVE I been for the last 24 hours and who HAVE I talked to? Since the Arcana have fully showed themselves, I have had to throw everything I have, every ounce of my soul, into combatting them. I stay by L and Kurama's side every free moment I have, devising strategies, going through old records, reading arcane books, trying to find information about them. I have had to play the game of politics, work with people I think are war criminals, all to battle these men.
And while I do so, it seems that around every corner more evils pop up. This new Sith Lord, who apparently makes Darth Bitchious (Cara) look like Darth Maul. Organization XIII, who I have been unable to help battle."
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Post by eyolf on Feb 1, 2009 1:23:31 GMT -5
"Fred I know where you have been from my nose. The natural gift of the werewolf. Back in the old days the only thing I had to worry about was you stinking up my car with your bad gas."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 1, 2009 16:14:20 GMT -5
"That's impossible! We undergo chemical showers when we intend to leave for any time period."
It's true, Fred does smell a lot like bleach and cleansers. Still, Cory's nose picks up a lot of data.
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Post by eyolf on Feb 2, 2009 2:01:44 GMT -5
" All I am saying is that it takes me back. I never really wanted this power. I only wanted to be a normal person. Not one that to get his hip replaced and has to watch how much he eats. I" sighs "just wanted to be normal."
walks over to Fred and hands him his plate.
"Thanks man."
walks over to behind a tree and shifts into a wolf and starts running.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 2, 2009 15:53:05 GMT -5
"Y'know, 'normal' IS someone who has to watch what they eat and has to get their hip replaced. For one thing, the world population before the Imagination Force struck five years ago were overwhelmingly starving or malnourished, and injuries and osteoporosis are quite common across the globe. Not to mention that in America, diabetes is a strikingly common disease. In fact..." Fred's point trails off as Cory turns into a werewolf [thus defeating the point of this thread?]
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Post by eyolf on Feb 2, 2009 20:15:34 GMT -5
OOG sorry it is just that I think if this was in char I would of cried, cause all I want is to be normal. That and you know it is always easier to just run away from your problems.
Cory returns a half an hour later with a dead deer in his arms.
"sorry about that Fred, its just that got to me. I just had to clear my head. Oh yea some fresh meat."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 3, 2009 3:32:15 GMT -5
"What are you, the Butcher?" Fred starts to clean it and truss it. He's clearly had some training in it, but he is no master, and he manages to get a lot of blood over himself. "Hey, at least take solace in the fact that some things haven't changed. When you get stressed, you run off. Just now you do it with wolf legs instead of with wheels."
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Post by eyolf on Feb 5, 2009 20:28:20 GMT -5
"yea I guess something never change."
Sits down on a log
"Do we have any tea?"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 12, 2009 15:20:45 GMT -5
Fred says, "I could get some going."
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Post by eyolf on Feb 13, 2009 4:27:54 GMT -5
"That would be great Fred. Thanks"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 13, 2009 5:40:45 GMT -5
Fred gets some green tea steeping. "Man, in the past when we were just resting like this, I'd run a Rifts campaign. Not so exotic now that we have psi-swords ourselves, is it?"
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Post by eyolf on Feb 13, 2009 12:57:15 GMT -5
"Yea it is like that time we camped out in you backyard, that was a blast. Tim drank way too much, Aaron had like 6 no doz pills and stayed up all night."
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Post by poisonuskeifer on Feb 17, 2009 0:34:30 GMT -5
Cassidy lazily strolls into the firelight. Gone are his Shinigami robes. In their place is some pajama pants and a baggy sweatshirt.
"You know, it is nice to just walk. I mean, I hardly ever do that anymore. If there is a place I need to be, I Jump there. But walking is good. It connects you to the earth. Makes you remember who you are, even if that person has changed so much in so little time."
Cassidy wanders over to where Fred is cooking. "What you guys having? Smells good."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 17, 2009 6:02:45 GMT -5
"Chili, eggs, just an array. Me? Flying is the best, so I do it as often as possible. If you're good at something, I think you do it."
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