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PostPosted: Mon Dec 01, 2014 12:12 am    Post subject: No Soul Left Behind: Chapter 3 +*+NEW+*+ Reply with quote

Chapter 1

Fighting his way through his own fear the unknown creature races through the dark. Every now and again people see him, but dismiss the sight as a figment of their imagination, or a trick of the light. What they saw can not possibly be, for stuff like that simply does not exist. But he is real, very real, or at least he thinks so. He can feel the air rush in and out of his lungs, smell the scents on the night air, feel the rough gravel of the rooftops beneath his toes. He can even recall his name, if it is his name. He's not quite sure. As his heart continues to race, the pounding in his ears nearly unbearable, he knows he can not stop, not now, not yet. He's not far enough away. He needs to get further. If he does not run far enough, they will find him.

The cry goes up behind him, they have come too close. He paused to breath, but now he runs on. The smells of the city below, the exhaust, the unwashed bodies, mingle with the smells issuing from roof vents and chimneys and he can feel himself almost choking. But he can't even cough, not just yet. The sounds fade behind him and once more he is able to slow. He can breath again, actually look around. The rooftops stretch on like a roadway, the gaps between them which he knows are too far to jump, suddenly seem like mere cracks in the sidewalk compared to what they really are. It makes no sense, a fog seems to hang in his mind, soupy thick and blinding to look into.

His gaze falls to his hand and he finds something completely impossible. His nails, black, and hard, so thick and tough looking. Same with his toes beyond them. Scratching, chewing at them, he finds they are not painted. His finger slides across his teeth and once more he finds something that simply can not be. In his mouth, he can feel them, his canines, they are simply too long and pointed. He feels faint, ready to fall over from exhaustion, among other things, but as this wave goes over him and he tips his balance is suddenly returned to him and he feels a weight around his backside. Looking behind him he spots the last thing to send him over the edge. In a panic he races on, trying to outrun what he saw, that terrifying extra bit that simply should not have been there.

Moving from the business district, far beyond the lab's direct line of influence, he races on, seeking out something, anything familiar. Like every other residential zone in this vast city it all looks the same from above. He looks for his home, but, would it really be his home? For a moment nothing seems real. Even all the things about him his knows without a doubt must be real, he can feel them, hear them, smell them, it all fades and he knows in that instant that the world is slipping away from him. Without thinking he slows, his eyes locking on to the source of a new noise. A wind chime, hanging from an open window. He recalls falling asleep in his mother's arms to such a sound as a child. The sound draws him, like a mother lions call to her cub, and almost like magic he finds himself through the open window and into a rather cluttered looking living room. The sound of the chimes rings true in his ears, moving towards them in a radar like fashion, and before he can even take in his surroundings other than knowing he is in a home, he curls up on the paper strewn floor and falls swiftly to sleep.

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“How is she doing?”

“I don't know, I can't tell if she's stable.”

“Well get sure! This isn't practice Lindsey! This is the real deal!”

Lindsey flinches at the barked order from the tall redhead. Instead of responding however she keeps her eyes on the monitor before her. This is her job, watching a monitor. For now at least. At the table behind her the test subject twitches and cries. Even in the coma like state they put them in before starting each procedure something like this is bound to find it's way through all the drugs. After all, this facility experiments on a human's very soul.

“Tighten the restraints. We can't have her moving her arm like that!” Lindsey flinches again, even though that particular order was not barked at her. Working with her sister is both a blessing, and a curse. No one has ever been harder on her than the stone cold redhead, but without such a hard hand the brunette is positive she'd never have gotten a job at such a prestigious facility. She's never been the best, but with good test scores and a trusted doctor to vouch for her, Lindsey had managed to land what her parents consider the perfect job.

The soul pulse waves on the monitor suddenly jump and she calls out, “The high frequency waves are peaking. She needs an addatim injection or she's gonna crash!” She doesn't even look to see if anyone was listening or doing as she suggested. Not her job, her job is to monitor and, “We lost her. . .” Her voice trails off as the wave becomes a simple line, fading quickly into nothing. The blank green screen tells her all she needs to know. She doesn't need to look at the table to know the woman is dead, doesn't need to see her sister throwing her blood soaked gloves across the room to know they didn't get what they needed. The only thing she sees as she moves to exit the room is the fading ghost of the woman's soul tucked into a corner of the soul cage.

The fading bear shape twitches and cries silently until at last it is gone completely. Another failed attempt. The price paid for the advancement of science. She mourns the loss of life, she really does, but she also believes in the work. Tossing her mask in a trash can as she exits she listens to her sister's voice all the way down the blank white hallway, that shrill din enough to make a few people stick their heads out of their offices to try and find the source. The frizzy haired thirty year old has heard it quite enough however and with a long sigh makes her way to the company showers. Her sister has her own private one and a personal suite in the east wing, but as a newbie Lindsey is stuck with the co-ed company showers and a room she shares with three other interns.

There are no others in the showers at this hour, too late in the evening for most save the night team. However said night team members are busy either being yelled at or working on their own personal calculations to take the time to scrub away the filth of the day. The woman luxuriates under the hot water for longer than strictly necessary, reveling in the fact that she has the whole expansive stretch of the tiled room to herself, before heading out to the drying area. The strong blast of wind from all directions dries her hot skin quickly and after slipping on a towel robe she leaves the spacious bathroom and heads back into the thin plain hallway. Her own dorm style room is just down the hall. The rooms are often referred to as “Second college”, as only those fresh out of school are housed in them, but as far as Lindsey is concerned it is her palace.

The room is smallish, and she shares it with three other employees, but as her parents are a good hundred miles away and can't come barging in on her whenever they please it is perfect in her eyes. There are four desk, four beds in little alcoves in the walls, and four lockable cubbies. It really is just like school, but at the same time it means all the world to the frizzy haired woman. The rest of the interns are already asleep and as she slips between the sheets of her bed five feet above the ground she is once more glad that she has a simple job that allows her to escape her sister's wrath when all is said and done.

~*~*~**~*~*~

Stumbling into his apartment Jack has no idea what time it is, nor does he really care. All he knows is the sun is coming up and it's time for him to either pass out, or eat breakfast. He's not sure which yet. Last night he went out with a group of friends and after barhopping for a time they wound up at one of the friend's houses playing cards and watching porn until he kicked the lot of them out so he could go “be tender with” his wife. There had been many cat calls and wolf whistles at this, and given their souls both were quite fitting, but eventually the rabble dispersed. It had taken Jack hours to find his house but now that he's sobering up he remembers that his editor needed his rough drafts, like, yesterday.

Moving into the living room he lets out a groan. “Left the fricken window open again. . .How do I keep forgetting about that?” Letting out a long sigh he shakes away the remaining fuzz from his brain and drops to his knees. As he begins scooping the papers into a pile, shuffling around the coffee table in the middle of his floor, the oddest thing comes into sight and gives him quite the fright. He drops all his papers and falls back, pressing hard into the bottom part of his comfy chair. “What the fuck?!” He can't believe what he's seeing. It looks like a man, but those nails, those ears, that tail! It's just not possible. As an avian the sight of what clearly appears to be a fox of some sort makes him want to flee, but at the same time he can not help but be curious, and all those injuries. . .

He can see where blood has poured out of open wounds and dried leaving the man quite a mess. He breathing slows, the man laying still as if in a deep sleep. His bare body shows signs of being tortured, or maybe just attacked. “No, those look too precise. . .” As a manga artist he's had to study a lot of things to help make his drawings more realistic and interesting, and wound patterns had been one of his recent studies. Though his genre does not have violence often, he wanted it at the least believable. Finally able to catch his breath he leans forward a little bit, wanting to get a closer look. That snowy white hair is stained with blood and dirt, and he twitches slightly every once in a while like a dog having a bad dream. “What am I gonna do with you?” Jack murmurs, his fear abated, and his curiosity aroused.


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Okay, so here I got something new, completely random off the top of my head, so let's see if we can make it into something worth reading shall we. Just so you know, I fully intended on having it in past tense like you all have told me you prefer, however as I was over half way through it before I noticed I was writing present tense and already over my goal of when to get it done, I guess you'll have to put up with another one of my present tense monsters Razz

I'ma take my cue off Hero-kun and put the DP options I see right here. As to what the DP is, for now, it's what this guy is gonna do with this other guy sleeping in his living room. Feel free to throw out suggestions, and also, ask questions, as I have found I can be quite confusing sometimes. SO! My DP ideas. . . .

1. Wake the guy up and ask questions.

2. Tie the guy up, then wake him up and ask questions.

3. Call the local authorities to come deal with this intruder.

Okay, so there are my ideas, I hope you enjoy this oddball story, and I hope to hear fro you soon! Laters!
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PostPosted: Mon Dec 01, 2014 4:13 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Hmmm, I could see this going multiple ways. It would be a coin toss between 1 and 3 for me. Maybe instead of calling the authorities he calls a veterinarian friend though?
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Hah! That's a funny idea Razz I may just go with that Razz
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Chapter 2

“Shhhh, don't be so loud Dreia. He. . .it. . .Whatever, the thing is sleeping.” Jack hisses as his less than happy childhood friend slips into his little apartment. It's clear form the look on her face that being woken up six hours before she needs to be at work is not her idea of a good morning. Her short cropped dusty blonde hair looks like she left the house without even attempting to bush and the bags under her eyes make it quite obvious she was up late before being woken by a very persistent phone. Jack had spent a good hour trying to decide what to do with his invader until at last he figured out that trying to think of a solution on his own was not doing him any good. Since Dreia is a vet, and the man seemed to have animal parts, the connection was easy once he came to that conclusion.

The woman had not believed him at first, this not being the first time he's called in the middle of the night raving about something or another. She's endured years of his story fantasies taking over his overly imaginative mind and causing him to overreact to the oddest things. One time he saw a dog on the streets on his way home and called her over so he could rant for hours about how he was sure that the beast had two too many legs. Inspiration hits Jack in odd ways, and once she figured that out their relationship smoothed out a bit.

However, this evening, as she makes her way towards the living room, some part of her thinks that for once he may not be just raving about an imaginary something. Here eyes cast about his darkened living room and the sight of his artwork scattered about puts her on edge. He's a messy man, there's no doubt about that, but when it comes to his manga. . . She freezes. Was that, a giant fluffy tail?! Jack stays behind her, wanting to give her room to work, but staying close enough that if the. . .Whatever it is, proves to be violent that he can at least try and help. Since she herself could bench press him with little effort he's not sure what kind of help he could be if she can't handle the thing, but she's his friend and he would at least try.

She drops down to her hands and knees, her eyes widening as she spots what Jack saw early in it's entirety. This simply can not be, can it? Has he somehow dragged her into his imagination? She crawls over to get a better look at the human/fox mix, setting her bag to the side but still within reach. The creature's breathing is slow and shallow, it's still asleep, and with gentle hands she manages to turn him a bit and get a better look at his wounds. Unlike Jack she does not have rely on reference photos to recognize the cuts as mostly made by scalpels. Her eyes dart up to the man now leaning over his coffee slash work table to observe the man/beast better. “And you just found him here?”

Jack nods. “Came home, found him right there. . .Are those. . .Were those?” His eyes move over the wounds, spotting more now that the sleeping creature had been turned.

He feels a sharp pain in his chest when she nods. “Yes, this was intentional, and from depth and placement, he was tied down at the time. . .” Her voice trails off and they both still as the man stirs. A moment later the girl shifts back quickly as it's eyes snap open and an inhuman noise comes from it's throat. In an instant it's on it's feet, scrabbling back away from the others in the room. Jack has to fight hard not to race into his bedroom and lock the door behind him, his nature making him easily spooked. Dreia on the other hand remains calm and hold up her hands, making soft shushing noises like she does when one of her animals are upset.

He recognizes the noise, he understands the sound, what it means, what the open palms mean, but fear sill races through him. He can't help it, somehow, people, they just seems so frightening to him. It is a man, and a woman, he can smell that, but how can he smell that. To many questions, too much, all at once. He was asleep, yes, he was. . .His head snaps around as the chimes in the window once more jingle and as he stares at them, his ears rotating from back against his head to up and forward, he can feel himself calming slightly. His tail, which had poofed out, begins relaxing as well.

Dreia reaches for her bag while he's distracted, set on getting some sort of sedative. Speaking softly she doesn't take her eyes off the creature while addressing Jack. “Okay, well, it's not dying. I think we should contact someone, maybe the police? Or the lab?” Jack is about to protest, to claim that he called her specifically so he would not have to contact them, when suddenly the thing finds it's voice.

“NO!” he shouts, scrambling up onto a table in the corner of the room. He would have hidden under it but that area is almost completely full of manga and boxes. They both stare at him as he looks around at them terrified. “No, not the lab. They rip me, tear me away, take me away, I don't, I'm not, I did no harm, they took me.” He clutches at his head, unable to make sense of his own words. Flashes of images pound through his mind, his lips unable to give the images a voice. He knows that the lab did this, he know that he was there against his will. Was it him? Or was it the other? The other with his face, he can see him. There, on a table, just out of reach, he can almost touch him, almost get back to his home. His home? How could. . . .

The confusion, the fear, Jack can not help but feel bad for the guy. Carefully he moves around the coffee table towards the tailed man. The movement snaps him out of his thoughts and in a sudden rush he pounces on Jack sending them both tumbling to the ground. Dreia is up in an instant, racing to her friend's defense, however she stops short, fear for Jack making her freeze at the sight of those claws so close to her friend's neck. “Now now, it's alright, you don't have to be afraid.” she murmurs, trying to sound calming even as she spots his elongated canines as he snarls.

For his part Jack is too spooked to move. Suddenly having a man, even one a good six inches shorter and eighty pound lighter, suddenly slam you to the ground and growl at you like an angry animal is enough to send him into a state of shock. However, as he stares back at that snarling face, he recognizes slowly that it is fear. It is fear driving him to attack, and being afraid himself, Jack takes comfort in this. The two stare at one another, Dreia murmuring softly in the background, until at last the fox man is able to relax slightly. He tenses slightly as Jack begins speaking, but relaxes again as he listens.

“Hey, it's okay. I called Dreia here, see, my friend with the vet bag over there? I did that so that I wouldn't have to turn you in. I'm not really all that comfortable with the idea of that lab myself, and if you don't wanna go, you don't have to.” He glances at Dreia who nods for him to go on. “I mean, I'm not saying you can stay here indefinitely an all, but you could at least get treated. . .Did they do that to you? Are you, one of their experiments?”

“No. . .Yes, I was there. . .I'm not, at least I don't think. . .I was born there, but I wasn't. I live in Pasco district, or I did. . . .But the lab, I was. . .I was there first, I. . . .” Jack watches the man, the confusion in his eyes reflected by the pinned man. Seeing her opening Dreia moves in close and carefully pulls the confused man off. He starts slightly but after staring at her for a moment he gives into how exhausted he is and lets her help him over to a clear spot on the floor.

Jack rises a few moments later, still trying to get feeling back into his extremities after the shock of being pounced on. His head snaps over to look at the other two in the room when he hears a growl but Dreia waves a hand to shush him as she retrieves the device he's swatted out of her hand. “I just need to check your wounds, this will help me figure out how bad they are.” she says softly, watching as he continues to glare at the silvery device. Jack wonders vaguely if he's afraid of the instrument itself, or just all medical supplies in general. He wouldn't blame the man either way.

As Dreia begins her mini battle with the man, who seems to understand she's trying to help but still doesn't want her instruments anywhere near him, Jack slips into his tiny kitchen and begins making some strong tea. “This is crazy.” he mutters to himself. This is a very old habit of his. “There is a man in the next room, with animal parts, having a swatting match with my oldest friend over treating his wounds, made by a lab supported by the government, where he was either born or not, and on top of all this, he's naked. . . .Where did my post-night on the town fap party hungover morning attempt at drawing something someone would actually pay to read normal life go?” He lets out a sigh, his own words confusing him. Rubbing his eyes he brings his tea back into the living room only to pauses as he spots something quite adorable.

The fox man is staring at his tail like it's going to attack him and every time it twitches he jumps slightly. Jack know he should not find the sight adorable, but he can't help it. He's still coming down off the fear high. Dreia informs her friend that they need to clean his wounds and right now the best way would be a shower. The tailed man seems both eager, and displeased at this idea.

It takes a good hour for them to finish. First having to practically wrestle the man into the bathroom, then keeping him from falling asleep under the warm spray of water. Not to mention keeping him from streaking soaking wet around the apartment and getting water all over Jack's work. In the end both Jack and Dreia stand soaked as they take a hair drier to the man's tail. That is after calming him down since the sudden loud noise sent him into a panic. “It's almost like his animal nature is manifesting not only stronger than in most people, but physically as well.” the woman muses, catching the wagging appendage as the man finds something interesting and begins chewing on it happily.

Jack nods. “It's weird. I mean, I know that I startle easy because I have an avian soul, but I've grown use to the world. I can fight my nature, but he. . .It's like everything is new to him.” Jack feels a little guilty about talking about the man as if he's not right in front of them but as he carefully extracts his cologne bottle from between the stranger's teeth - much to the fox man's disappointment - he notes no anger at being talked about like he's not around.

Once he's dry Jack fetches some clothes, the open door providing the man with a manner of escape. The sun is well up now, and after standing in the window for a few seconds, taking in the morning air, Dreia pulls him over to the coffee table where she has him sit down so she can work on him. The apartment is small and the table is the only place that gives her full access to his wounds. “So, um, do you have a name?” She looks up as he shines softly. Seeing no pain, only confusion, she continues doctoring his wounds. Several of them are so deep and in such places that she is amazed that he's as mobile as he is and not crying in pain constantly.

The man stares off into space, knowing he has a name, but likewise convinced that he has no name. His name is Julien. He knows this, that is his name, no doubt, but that can't be his name, because that's the other's name. The name of the man on the other table. He has no name, because he's not that man, but, it is his name, right? Finally he decides to just give himself a name to stop the confusion. “My name's Kon, it means jewel.” He knows it's not the most clever thing it the world, but he feels a faint satisfaction now that he has something he can call himself. “At least, that's what you can call me. Until I figure things out.” He smiles down at the woman, about to thank her for what's she's doing, when once again his tail comes into view and he takes to staring at it.

She returns the smile and has to refrain from laughing as once more he begins practically jumping at his own shadow. Though in this case it's a tail, not a shadow. Either way, it's not something you can't get away from, and can not hurt you.

Jack comes in with the clothes and sets them on the table next to the newly dubbed 'Kon' before grabbing his now cold tea and taking a swig. He makes a face at the cold but doesn't feel like heating it up at the moment. Dreia informs him that the uninvited guest now has a name and Kon pauses his staring long enough to look over at Jack and tell him what it is. The manga artist smile. “Kon, hah, that's a nice name. Comes from the same place my style of art did.” he muses as he flops down in his comfey chair, but Kon isn't listening. His tail moved again and must be watched closely. With a shrug Jack looks out the window, feeling oddly comfortable with what's going on. For some reason, Kon doesn't seem to scare him any more. In fact, if he didn't know any better, Jack would say he feels like an old friend now.

Looking over at her friend's calm demeanor she feels a wave of confusion. Didn't this manimal break into his house, attack him, and. . . .and. . . Her thoughts trail off as she looks up at Kon, wondering why for the love of all things she hasn't called the police yet. Unlike Jack she has no real issue with the police, and as for the lab, no real thoughts other than they sometimes make the news for questionable activity. So why. . . .?

Binding the last wound, a deep laceration on Kon's calf, she stands and yawns wide. The lazy nature of her tiger soul makes her want to just curl up and sleep but fighting that urge she kicks Jack's foot lightly. Said person had been nodding off and starts awake at the kick. “I'm done treating him.” she murmurs, watching Kon examining the clothing out of the corner of her eye. Jack nods, yawning. She opens her mouth, about to advise him to tell the police about his visitor, but after a second her mouth closes again. Jack looks at her funny as she glances over at Kon, who is now carefully trying to button the shirt he was given, his claws getting repeatedly in the way. No, he should not be turned over to the police. They would send him to the lab, and if the lab did this to him. . .He seems too helpless to be turned over to people who would do that to someone.

Knowing she'll regret it she turns back to Jack, who is still looking at her funny, and mutters, “Take care Jack. I promise, I won't tell anyone about him.” She smacks him playfully with her bag, making him jump and play pout at her. “And don't you dare use this as an excuse to not get your work done, or else I will tattle!”

Kon whines at this but as she leaves she shoots him a smile, the sight of his limp ears and tail enough to melt any heart. When at last she's gone Kon's attention goes to Jack, who simply stares back at the half naked impossibility sitting on his work space. Those little black tipped ears come up and point directly at him, and for an instant Jack once more feels the sparrow inside wanting to flee a predator, but a moment later Kon smiles and Jack can't help but smile back.

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Oki doki, next installment! I hope it's a fun read. This time the DP is a little odd. This time, the question is: What kind of story do you wanna see? You'll see what I mean in a second. At least I hope you will. *Grin* So, here are my ideas -

1. This could be a cutesy story about Jack trying to learn to live with Kon who basically turns into a house pet until the lab catches up with him.

2. This could be an action filled story where this very morning the lab shows up, the two of them escape and go on the run together because of this weird bonding thing Jack seems to feel.

3. This could be a mix of the two where Kon comes to live with Jack but where the both of them get in contact with, say, a reporter(or whatever) who's trying to expose what the lab is trying to do, and the three of them try to figure out what happened to Kon and if there's anything to be done about it leading to plots and intrigue.


Keep in mind that all three of those would have completely different tie ins with our girl in the lab, Lindsey. Depending on how the story goes, her development will be very different.

Okay, I hope that made sense. If not, shoot me some questions! I'm always up for questions *Grin* Again, I hope you enjoyed, and I can't wait to hear from you! See you around!
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PostPosted: Wed Jan 28, 2015 1:34 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Hmmm. I'm not sure about the decision point. But I guess I would pick three since it is a mix of the other two options.
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PostPosted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 10:31 am    Post subject: Post Reply with quote

I WILL DO THIS TONIGHT IF IT KILLS ME!!!!
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PopeAlessandrosXVIII wrote:
I WILL DO THIS TONIGHT IF IT KILLS ME!!!!


RIP.
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Yea, work killed me instead. I'll get it done this weekend. At least then I won't be buried in paperwork and patients. . . . .
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My chapter is almost done. Got hit with the flu right after reaching that point. Will finish in the next few days.
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Chapter 3



“Come on Kon, I need that!” Resisting the urge to swat the manimal as he once more attacks the wiggling end of his pen Jack narrows his eyes and glares until the smaller male gives the drawing instrument back reluctantly. With a huff Kon wanders back over to the manga he was reading, turning his back so he can no longer see that oh so tempting pen wriggle as Jack goes back to work on his first draft. Jack on the other hand stares at the furred man for a few more seconds before turning to his half done draft, sighing long and hard. 'This it taking way too long. I have to get this done before Sheik comes looking for it. . . .'

After Dreia left the two of them had spent about an hour just getting used to one another, Kon by being rather invasive of Jack's personal space and Jack by trying to get more information out of the man. Unfortunately there isn't much information to be had. Kon's thoughts are so jumbled and fleeting that all he can really focus on is what's going on in front of his eyes as they happen. Thinking about his past leaves him feeling sick, and lightheaded. In the end Jack decided that it was just better for them to focus on other things for now, giving Kon a pole of manga to read, which seems to be something that the man likes. Aside from the repeated attempts of the fox man to slay the taunting pen the time has passed quietly with both men wrapped up in what they are doing.

Jack is still a it torn and confused, the presence in his apartment not only odd but something he's unaccustomed to. He's always worked on his artistry alone, the silence and calm helping him focus on what he's doing. Glancing at Kon after finishing a few panels he huffs softly again. 'I could tell him to go to my room or something, but it just wouldn't feel right. . . That the spirits he put pants on finally. I'm no prude, but that was getting really awkward' Kon had resisted pants, knowing they would sit funny because of the tail, but after some convincing he slid on a pair of low riding sweats, the band tucking up under the extra appendage a bit uncomfortably, but tolerably.

Turning back to his work he watches the scene before him taking shape beneath his pen, the tenderness offset by the shadows watching from a dark corner. After a few minutes he is completely wrapped up in his work and does not notice Kon turning to look at him again.

Kon manages to keep himself from pouncing with some difficulty, the look on Jack's face impressing upon him how serious the man takes what he is doing, and how much he's enjoying it. The man seems good, and nice, and he knows he should not make himself a pest. After all he's an uninvited guest. Well, invited now, but not before. His eyes go to the chimes that drew him here and he smiles as they tinkle lightly as if on cue. He'd wanted to tell the man more, to tell him all about everything he could think of, but the truth is, he couldn't think of much.

Overwhelming everything else when he tried to think of what happened was that man's face, and the pain. The cuts to his body was not the worst of it, but for the life of him he can not tell what in the world was. It came from within, he knows that, but at the same time he can see the pain inside reflected in the other man's face, his face, the man with his name, or whose name he shares. He does not know, but for now that's okay. He has a place to stay, and Jack promised food after he gets done. His eyes slowly shift back over to the other male and he once more fights the urge to attack the wiggling thing. . . .

~*~*~*~*~*~

The murmurs of gossip humming all around the cafeteria go unnoticed by the bleary eyed Lindsey as she makes her way through the food line. She's never been one for gossip and makes a point of ignoring it whenever possible, however as she passes a table a small snippet of what's being said manages to make it's way through her half asleep brain. “They say the man died, but the soul lived on. . . .” Pausing the brunette turns slightly to look at the speaker out of the corner of her eye. Such is the absurdity of the idea being stated that even as one who gives no credence to gossip can not help but be intrigued by the thought.

'The soul living on without the body? That's just crazy talk. Souls are reflections, they exist because we do, not the other way around. . .' She shrugs, continuing on down the line and after paying she shuffles over to a nearly empty table in the corner of the vast white room. Most of the facility is white. Halls, labs, common areas, all white. Almost as if someone is trying to convince everyone of the place's pure intent. As if trying to say, 'Our actions are untainted and without blame'. Lindsey can't say she fully agrees with this philosophy, but as she's always believed in advancement through sacrifice she's willing to not speak out against the lie.

As she eats her mind goes back to the silly idea of a soul living on it's own, the image of the bear fading from view along with countless other souls after their flesh and blood host's deaths slowly flitting across her mind's eye. There have been a lot. Far more than she's ever seen, and still more will continue to fade out of existence, because the world must go on, and science must continue to advance. 'It makes sense. The world is built on the corpses of those who came before, and I don't see this as any different. . .And soul research is very important, if we could just. . . .' Lindsey lets out a long sigh and sets her fork down. She really does believe, but sometimes. ..Sometimes. . . .

~*~*~*~*~

Jack lets out a 'Hah!' of triumph, looking over and over his work to make sure it's up to snuff before stacking it neatly on the corner of his coffee table. He looks around at Kon with a smile, ready to make good on the promise of food, but as his eyes fall on the vacant spot his guest should have been in his smile falls and he begins looking around sharply.

Kon however, spooked out of his reading by the sudden noise, is nowhere to be found. Hiding behind the bathroom door he sniffs softly at the various scents around him as he waits for his heart to stop racing. Movement from the other room however catches his attention and he slowly leans to the side so he can see out into the living room. Jack is on his feet now, looking about frantically and the sight of him moving like that causes Kon to tense up. Not from fear, but from the same feeling he got when the little pen was wiggling. He knows it's odd, that normal people do not act like this, but then again, he's not normal. He is what he is, and even if it feels wrong, he can't help it. . . .Right?

Shaking his head hard to clear his thoughts a bit his hair taps against the door, the slight noise drawing Jack's attention. As their eyes meet they both freeze, a moment passes where neither of them breath, then in a rush Kon flies out of the bathroom and pounces on the taller male. Jack is knocked to the ground, a squeak eeking out of him at the sudden impact, but as Kon is smiling and not snarling he does not really feel afraid. Which is strange as he thinks about it, and staring back into Kon's smiling face from his prone position on the floor Jack becomes a little frightened. Not about Kon himself, but at how quickly he's just come to accept all this. 'It feels so unnatural. This situation is totally not normal. Kon's not normal, but something about him. . .It's just so relaxing. . . .'

Letting out a huff he playfully pushes at the smaller male, and like a good sport Kon goes tumbling off, his tail wagging happily as the man rises and heads towards the kitchen. His hands are surprisingly stable despite the disturbing thoughts and feelings bubbling inside of him, and as he prepares the closest thing he has in the house to meat(eggs), he looks at the smaller man who is now peeking at him from around the cabinets. 'I have no idea what to make of him, other than he seems innocent, sweet, and he's suffered. . . .But somehow I'm quite content around him. . . .' He smiles at Kon and the fox man grins back, shuffling over to sniff at what he's doing, just like a house pet would.

However Jack knows better and quickly quashes that image and goes back to cooking.

For his part, Kon could care less. With the prospect of food in front of him almost every other thought falls back from the front of his mind and all he can think about is the desire to consume. His mouth waters, and his eyes lock on to the upcoming meal with predator like intensity. Once it's ready, the fluffy yellow mass of scrambled eggs and cheese sliding easily on to a plate, Jack has enough of a read on his mood that he holds the plate out of reach until he's sure it's not going to burn his guest's moth when he digs in. And digs in he does, remembering only a few bites from finishing that a fork was provided and to use it.

Jack's a bit surprised and delighted that despite his near frantic eating most of the food ends up where it belongs, and as he clears away the dish he wonders just how much of an animal his guest is. So many question, so few answers to be found, and a mind too jumbled to provide them. Offering Kon a smile Jack heads over to his jacket to dig out his phone, needing to give his editor a call before she decides to just show up and finds him here with a furry man. 'Knowing her she'd think I've developed some sort of fetish. . ..' He rolls his eyes at the thought, holding down her number on speed dial and pressing the phone to his ear.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Being not quite so stealthy as they apparently think they are being, the men and woman of the lab's security division move through the streets in little packs. Their stark white coats and wrap around reflective sunglasses make them stand out like sore thumbs, but as they move down the street most people give them barely a glance. The tall buildings on either side give the street a tunnel like appearance and some of the buildings almost seem like they lean over the road menacingly. However, for those who grew up in this town, it looks completely normal. Most large cities like this have very little open space, and almost all of the buildings are at least four stories high.

Owning your own house is a dream of the past, living quarters quite cramped in the cities, and the only real open areas being the parks, and the rooftops. Now one is lucky to get more than the bare minimum required to accommodate your household, but at the least, everyone has a place to rest their heads at night. From the home for the unemployed downtown to the four or five villa along the outer walls of the city, there is enough housing space so that no one need sleep under the sky.

Of all the so called advancements of the past several hundred years the single most impressive accomplishment recognized world wide has been the elimination of the homeless and the poor. Despite this however, those who work in large facilities such as the lab, or those who come from old, very rich families like those who live in the villa, still seem to be of the “upper class” and are treated differently from everyone else. And to that end when your average citizen sees someone obviously from that “upper class” such as the lab security force, they simply ignore the invasion into their middle class lives, not wanting to hassle them, and not wanting to be hassled by them.

The leader walks down the middle of the street, looking quite irritated and menacing. Every once in a while one of her underlings rushes over to report that they've found nothing, each report being met with a deep growling noise that sends the underling scuttling back off to keep searching. The lab has lost subjects before, but never one that could be this damning if discovered and questioned, and she'll be damned if the lab falls on her watch. Punching one hand into the other her eyes trail up the buildings, the mostly empty or curtained windows gazing down at them like so many eyes, each one with it's own set of accusation or insult. With a sharp hiss her gaze drops back down and she takes yet another report of no progress, the fire in her eyes growing brighter in her anger.

~*~*~*~*~

'Well something's ruffling her scales' he muses, watching the Coats make their way down the street like ants foraging for food. Trix has long had a distrust for those in the lab, and with his job he's been able to get the low down on almost everything going on there save for those things in the highest security areas. The six foot plus reporter watches through keen eyes as the group passes, his fingers flying quickly over his electronic note pad, taking down all of his observations at lightning speed without once looking at the touch screen. He watches them all the way down the street but as they pass the train station he decides to head back to work to look over his notes. Unbeknownst to him his path crosses not twenty feet from where the quarry of the subjects of his report is currently trying to beg even more food off of his host.


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MEEEEEHHHHHHH!!!!!! Okay, so, chapter took forever *Bows * So sorry it took so long. Life happens and it hates me. *Looks up * Eh, not the best thing ever, but it exists and it offers up some options that may be interesting.

1. Editor comes over unannounced and the antics of trying to keep Kon hidden ensue.

2. Kon freaks out and ends up leaving the apartment and falls right into Trix's lap

3. Trix is friends with Jack and visits him later that night only to find Kon and his prize story, if he can ever get it out of Kon.


So, those are the options I see, feel free to add your own, and comments would be appriciated, I hope to hear from you soon! Thanks for reading!!!!
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 7:27 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Freak outs are usually entertaining. Maybe option 2?
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Well, I suck Razz I poke you, then vanish *Swats self* Well, now that's I've seen this, I will do my best to get up a post by the end of the upcoming weekend! I hope to see you around Hero-kun!
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