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Re: M84 a_spider_can May 30 2008, 07:29:12 UTC
"All right, one second." Peter rushed to get his outfit on, though it didn't take that long considering how used he was to having to pull it on with hardly any time to do it.

He kept the mask off for now as he walked over to where he had left his journal on his desk, picking it up and flipping to the page he had taken notes on earlier in the day. "I didn't get his name, but he told me that he woke up on a table with no idea of how he got there, and there was a doctor in the room with him who knew too much. I'm not sure what that means, but it doesn't sound good. The guy dyed one of his eyes a different color somehow, and also changed his hair color. He said it was because he was trying to make him look like some future incarnation of himself, since reincarnation is real where he comes from." He closed the journal and set it down with a sigh, then turned to look Logan in the eye.

"I don't know if I can believe all of that, but he also said that the doctor gave him memories of this future incarnation, which... well, if that's possible, then I'm not sure what to think." He let his arms fall to his sides uselessly.

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Re: M84 ol_canucklehead June 2 2008, 12:34:02 UTC
Logan did his best to keep cool, but could feel the anger rising as the Spider spoke all the same. Easy, bub. Keep it ta'gether. He'd said the doctor 'knew too much', which just confirmed Logan's suspicions. He said so. "Soun's 'bout righ'" He growled. "I knew it. They know who we really are, wha' we c'n do. They know an' they wanna exploit us...somehow." It wasn't much to go on, but the puzzle's pieces were starting to fall into place. And this particular puzzle was far from fun. His scowl deepened at Parker's next line.

"Reincarnation, huh? Not impossible." He'd remember being told that he was a reincarnation himself. Of the Hand of God, no less. Of course, he didn't believe a word of it. His brow furrowed further at the notion of being given future memories. But then again, after the amount of mental tampering he'd gone through, he wasn't quick to dismiss that, either.

"Food fer though' kid, n' somethin' ta file away fer future discussion." He stiffened at the sound of the intercom. "Tha's our ride, pal. Stay safe out there, n' don' keep yer buddy waitin'. If we both make it through tha nigh'..." He smiled, confident they would. "I'll speak ta ya tomorrow. Keep yer eyes open." With that, the knife was out again, flush against his arm, his small frame already dropping into his favoured fighting stance. With one swiftm graceful move, the door was flung open, and he disappeared into the inky blackness beyond.

[Out to here]

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