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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Aug 15, 2013 20:08:55 GMT -8
((Go to the Comm Center. It's dark and weird in there. Dudes are sitting around braziers and drinking.))
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Aug 15, 2013 20:09:16 GMT -8
Micah begrudgingly followed the other two.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Aug 21, 2013 3:56:11 GMT -8
Later that night...Micah was still trying to work out what had happened exactly on the roof. There was an odd fuzzy period or was that furry? For all Micah knew Ash had just sprayed him for shits and giggles. Although as much as Micah didn't want to admit it, he probably had good reason.
He headed straight for the bathroom to get himself de-foamed. The foam had gone all hard and crusty and was a complete bitch to get off especially from his hair. He even used most of his emergency shampoo. After good twenty minutes he came out with only slight traces of foam left.
He felt strangely compelled to give Snowball a pat and curled up on the couch with the small cat.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Aug 21, 2013 19:01:30 GMT -8
Micah waited up for Alex for a bit then went to bed with pets in toe. He had a horrible vision of Alex lying dead on the stairs but surely if anyone had died they'd let everyone know, right? Micah settle into his covers for an uneasy slumber. His mind weighed heavily with guilt and worry. Micah found himself in a long tiled room, it's sole source of light a glowing orange. A single oven stood before him, roaring flames seemed captured within it's glass confines. Licking and jostling at its cell. The oven seemed to slowly grow larger, or was that closer? Micah soon found himself facing a monolith of an oven, staring into the mesmerising flames he was met by a horrific vision. The reflection staring back at him was a large atlantic salmon, it's glassy eyes looking directly into his own. That's when he let out a silent fishy scream. It was far too late, the oven open it's cavernous mouth and the heat and warm smell of pungent fish filled the room. Micah would have choked if he had lungs left to breath with. Then a large face loomed over him grinning, a human tooth necklace drooped from it's neck. It was too be one of those nights and so it went on and off, until daybreak broke slowly into the apartment and Micah finally awoke. His memory of the dreams was as fuzzy as his time on the roof with the nekomata. He was looking forward to some breakfast, preferably the unfishy kind.
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