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Post by corliss on Sept 11, 2006 19:09:30 GMT -5
"Now why would you want to do that?" Socrates asks in all seriousness.
"Unless it directly effects HIM," Corliss says bitterly, "he;'s alright with mass human death."
"Hey, your kind isn't exactly on the best terms with we werecats either, you know," Socrates says simply.
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Post by Celina on Sept 11, 2006 19:11:46 GMT -5
"Well, excuse me, 'kitty'!" Celina said a bit bitterly. "As if humand haven't tried shooting my kind down!"
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Post by corliss on Sept 11, 2006 19:18:52 GMT -5
"Exactly! So why help them?"
"Because it's the right thing to do, dumby," Corliss says.
Socrates looks at her oddly. "So you're allowed to kill off as many werecats as you want and it's fine, but if I'm slightly indifferent to a few human deaths - deaths they set up themselves by building these plane things - then I'm doing something wrong?"
"A, I wasn't the one who went after werecats, so don't go preaching to me, because I never said killing you off was right. B, you're being more than slightly indeferent. And C, of course it's wrong to not care about deaths of innocent, so quit trying to spin around the argumaent so you come out like the good guy!"
Socrates stared at Corliss in shock. "You're mad at me, aren't you?" he asks, sounding like a hurt little kid. He turns to Celina, his big gold eyes looking pleading. "And are you mad at me, as well?'
'He's like a little kid, sometimes,' Corliss thinks to herself.
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Post by Celina on Sept 11, 2006 19:20:59 GMT -5
"No, not mad. Being mad is bad......Hey that rhymes!" Celina said gleefully. Celina saw his gold eyes. "Ya look like a little 4 year old like that." she said, still staring.
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Post by corliss on Sept 12, 2006 18:25:01 GMT -5
"Should I be insulted?" Socrates asked, trying to regain his affronted dignity.
"I'm not mad either, you know," Corliss said. "Besides, if you saw a human in trouble, you HAVE to help them, you know."
"And why would-oh, yeah. The contract. The seal."
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Post by Celina on Sept 12, 2006 18:28:08 GMT -5
"No, I don't think you should be insulted." Celina said, almost throwing a rock at her own head. "That was close...."
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Post by corliss on Sept 12, 2006 18:36:19 GMT -5
"Watch where you throw your rocks," Socrates comments.
Corliss reaches into her pocket and clutches something, like she's afraid it dissappeared at some point. "Yeah, the seal keeps you from doing anything..." she murmers.
Socrates glances at her. "Ignore the kitten, Celina," he advises.
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Post by Celina on Sept 12, 2006 18:39:42 GMT -5
Celina looks at Socrates strange. She stared at him for a good 2 minutes, then looks away. "Yeah, watch were I throw my rocks...but you never said boulders!" Celina joked as a she lifted a boulder ways ahead.
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Post by corliss on Sept 12, 2006 18:50:38 GMT -5
"Keep that thing away from me!" Socrates yells (cats are paranoid) "What if you hurt me? If I die, Corliss dies too." He suddenly lifts a hand to his face covering his mouth. He wears an "Oh, crap" expression on his face.
"Way to go, fur face!" Corliss yells bitterly.
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Post by Celina on Sept 12, 2006 18:53:35 GMT -5
Celina looked at them strange. "You know what? I don't wanna know."
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Post by corliss on Sept 12, 2006 18:57:10 GMT -5
"Good for us," Socrates says, incredibly releived to be off the hook.
Corliss pulls out the object she was clutching before; a beautiful silver watch. "You have no idea, Celina, you have no idea..."
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Post by Celina on Sept 12, 2006 18:59:53 GMT -5
"You're right, I don't ." Celina said. "And I don't wanna kniw."
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Post by corliss on Sept 12, 2006 19:03:16 GMT -5
"You just said that," Socrates says. He glances at her. "So the all-powerful human who lifts boulders with her mind has never heard of the contact?"
"Shut up! You want to tell her!"
"Why would I want to do that?"
"To show off to a girl!"
"The hell I do!"
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Post by Celina on Sept 12, 2006 19:04:54 GMT -5
Celina dropped the rock as if slamming it. "That's ssoo annoying..." she said with a little smirk.
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Post by corliss on Sept 12, 2006 19:09:42 GMT -5
Socrates stares at it as if it was a loaded pistol aimed at his face. "Dear god..."
"Scaredy cat," Corliss mumbles.
"I am not!" Socrates yells. "Don't start that again!"
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