Subject: Re: [PW] Anything But A Normal Day
Date: Sat, 28 Sep 2002 19:00:28 -0700
From: "DitzyRenamon \(Tech Weaver\)"
"Amber Foxwing" wrote in message
> "Jason, wake up buddy."
> Jason grunted and rolled over. Karl was kneeling on the ground next to his
> bed. "Time for dinner."
> Jason moaned as the day's events hit him. "Karl, I think I fucked up."
> "Yeah, could be. But there's always room for amends, right?"
> "Yeah but I think I really messed up this time. I don't know if---"
> "Jason, stop it. Amber's a forgiving person, especially when it comes to
> you. Just smile, apologize, and do what ever else you two do." He
> slightly. Jason smacked his arm and 'hmphed'. Karl shrugged. "Whatever you
> do, you can't go without eating. Go now." Karl left without a word. Jason
> walked out and towards the table and stumbled slightly when he saw the
> remaining seat was next to Amber. He ignored Vixxen's look of smugness and
> sat down.
Kitsu just sat there eating dinner. She was too distracted with her own
thoughts to follow conversation and set her attention on her plate.
It was odd. Just the other day, she was so sure about who she was but now
she was as much a stranger to herself as she was to everyone else. Where
did she come from? Who was she? What was she?
Everything was so clear when she and Keaton set out two months ago. They
had to find the gypsy that changed them so they can return to normal. Kitsu
didn't even know what normal was now. She could've been human like she had
thought she was, yet she may have started life a Ninetales, or rather
Vulpix. Worse yet, she may have merely come into existance at the point
where her memories started, designed solely to carry out one task.
No, that couldn't be true. Its not like she and her brother didn't remember
anything. "Grabbing her tail" was the joke her family had about how she
held grudges, as Keaton had said earlier. She knew her father disapproved
of her becoming a Samurai, even though her sword was a gift from him. But
the precious few things she could recall were more like obscure facts than
actual memories. She didn't know how things were, looked or sounded like.
For all she knew, what she did know about her life were merely implanted
She looked over at Keaton. He was as morose as she was, if not more so.
She knew he was her brother and that she was his sister. For the moment,
that's all that really mattered.
That, and finding that gypsy. She knew that the gypsy was the key to
everything. The gypsy had to be important somehow. Why else would they go
looking for one?
To be continued?
I felt the need to reassure them somehow, if even a little bit.
Chet "Tech" Weaver's Revised Basic Sig
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"No ride is complete without a clown in an electric chair."
-- My brother
"If my kid talked to me like that, I'd beat him within an inch of his life!
I would beat him into submission with my belt! I'd stick his head in a
toilet until he begged for mercy! I still wonder why the judge suspended my
-- Sumo-esque veteran wrestler, Ultimate Muscle