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Seth stopped roaring. What? Seth thought to himself. I could have possibly been in danger and all he cares about is how dirty the water is!? Seth didn't know whether to be sad or angry from this, even Steele or Namari would have at least have tried to do something. Seth just slowly sunk back under the water and morphed back to normal. Perfect. He sarcastically thought. Out in the middle of a river where people disappear with no since of safety whatsoever.
He looked around the water, everything seemed fairly normal. He had no clue as to why people would ever vanish.
"Dappa!" Steele says swimming out from under the lake waters. "Can't a man take a decent swam without a radge'." He says to himself. "What in Ald Nick are ye doin' here?" He says looking at Phillis.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
Seth rose above the surface. "Yeah I guess so." Seth says, what a waste of time. Looking up he was surprised to see Steele there. "Steele!" He calls out waving out.
"Aye correction lad, I did trick ye and yer friend." He laughs. Sniffing in the air and then looking at Phillis. "And it smells like ye two haven't been apart fer long hm?" Steele says mockingly. Looking back when he hears Seth calling him. "Oi, don't till me he has ye lookin' fir a ghostdaddy too?"
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
"Dappa I think ye and me got off on the wrong' paw." He says putting his hand out. "What'd ye say we start over, no ploat this time." He smiles revealing his sharper than normal human fangs.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
This angered Steele. Being rejected always put him in a bad mood. "Listen Dappa, no need ti let thee past affect the nigh and now. I's willin' ti forgive ye if ye'll forgive me."
"I forgive' ye fir reactin' so poorly to the situation." He says.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
Post by Phillis Von Christ on Sept 4, 2011 19:19:02 GMT -5
"No, no, and no." Phillis said, sounding more like a child having a tantrum. " It's easy for you to forgive when I really did you no harm. I won't forgive you so easily."
"Well thee girls just wanted ti scare ye a little. No need for ye ti start insultin' thee already troubled girls." He says putting his orange and black vest back on. "And ye had me sword, which I'd really be liking back now hinny."
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
"Ye WHAT!?" Steele said and threw his hands over his head. The Alpha sure wasn't going to be happy to know that he'd gone and lost his sword. "Ye left it in the Clarts! Ye gaukless Stob! How could ye just leave it there!?" Steele backed up and paced stressing out. "Oi! Di ye know how much it cost fir one of them?" He stopped when he realized he sounded just like The Alpha. He sighed. "Hey, where'd thi bumblin' changer go?"
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
Post by Phillis Von Christ on Sept 4, 2011 22:19:23 GMT -5
"You mean that kid? I dunno. Maybe he hit his head and drowned.. " Phillis said, looking into the water. " I suppose we should have watched him closer.
"Aye I knew thee lad would get hiself' killed." He mutters. "Well are ye jus' gonna stand there er are ye going to get help?" Steele says drying the water off of himself, the smell of wet dog filling the air.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."