“Naw man… I’m still here…” Muse droned, still technically conscious but his concentration and thinking more than clouded. His (relatively) well-off state was primarily due to his large size. Had he been of human build when he was shot, the toxins might’ve even been enough to kill him. “Dudes… my head is so heavy…” he continued, his skull lying limply on the forest floor. “Why did none of you tell me…?”
As Muse’s overly-intense high prevented him from being even remotely useful, humanoid figures started to appear from the shadows in the forest. Becoming visible, the trio of hunters were revealed to be tribal females. The women wore very minimal clothing, animal skins fashioned into makeshift bras and thongs. On their heads, they wore headdresses made of green feathers, which lay close to their scalps, covering much of their hair, which came down no further than their shoulders. The rest of their bodies were covered in body paint with intricate black-and-green designs.
The three women approached calmly but sternly. One, seemingly the leader with a distinct black feather on her headpiece that the others lacked, stepped forward towards the group. “The beast talks?” was her first question, arms crossed with the blowdart reed still visible in her hand. She eyed the ‘beast’ suspiciously.
“Woah… izzat body paint…?” Muse mumbled, crawling along his side as he attempted to move his head to get a better look at the women, his legs kicking the air in a mostly useless attempt to propel him forward. His movements now much more closely resembled that of a worm than a snake. “Dude… that’s so fucking creative…”
After a moment passed, the leader spoke up again. “…Apparently so.” She turned back to the girls. “What sort of creature is he?” she asked sternly. “And secondly…” she tilted her head slightly as she looked the two girls over. “What tribe are you from?”
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MK Ultra continued to guide Callum across the post-apocalyptic landscape, traveling quickly and nimbly like felines do, occasionally pausing and looking behind himself to ensure that Callum was following, as well as giving the roleplayer a few seconds to catch up with him. Were it not for the cat’s bright yellow-orange eyes and matching collar, MK’s gray fur would’ve blended in almost perfectly with he duo’s bleak surroundings. For a while, they walked on mostly in silence, with the exception of the sounds of footsteps and the soft jingling of MK’s collar tag. As they approached a certain broken-down building, however, two familiar voices slowly became audible…
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GM blinked. “‘Unusual effect’?” he echoed. “What unusual effect?” he asked, distracted from his admiration of Kole’s skull and all the potential that lay beneath. “My computer’s been working just fine…” he mused, facial expression seeming legitimately curious, before he cracked up laughing. “Hah! Then again, I suppose it’s not exactly a normal computer, is it?” he grinned. “But still, what electrical device?” he became serious again. “You mean your phone or some shit?” he asked. “Maybe it’s cuz you’re not from here… interesting…” he mused, before the wires connected in his head and suddenly he found himself glaring angrily at Kole again. “Now wait just a fucking minute!” he snapped, his face barely an inch away from the roleplayer’s. He swiftly reached into Kole’s pocket and grabbed his cell phone. “You used this thing to drop that bus…” he seethed, glow-eye flickering intensely as he examined it, as if he could use that eye to see things that Kole couldn’t. “How’d you figure that out so quickly?”
The two wolves stayed close to GM’s side, growling lowly to match his emotions… until their ears perked up, something grabbing their attention fully as they craned their necks around, sniffing the air wildly. Then, amusingly, GM did the same thing — well, minus the sniffing part. “What is it, girls?” he asked softly, but the Rins stayed silent. During that silence, GM finally noticed a familiar chiming sound…
…And then he caught sight of MK and Callum standing in the doorway, and he hardly had time to form an ‘oh shit’ face before the wolves reacted.
Barking and snarling, the two canines immediately turned around, no longer focused on Kole at all as MK demanded full attention. “Hey, leave it!” GM ordered. “Leave that cat alone!” But the clones didn’t listen, instead stepping forward menacingly before darting towards the creature, MK puffing up and racing away for dear life. “Shit, shit, shit, fuck… aaaugh!!” GM exclaimed, wracking his hands through his hair in frustration. “Canine instinct too strong… noted…” he seethed, attempting to calm himself down. “Well whatever… they’re just copies. I can always make more.” he told himself, though his annoyance still clearly showed.