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To heck with this! I'll simply sneak out and... / CLUMP! / At this rate I should be home... / Draaaagg / ... within the hour. / Clump! |
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What evil mind could concoct such an evil garment? / No matter what, I must get out of this... RAG. If anyone were to see me like this... / Are we having a problem? / Please slip me a cyanide tablet... quickly. |
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Isn't he the cutest little kitty you;ve ever seen, yes him is. Yes him is sooo cute. / Kootchie, kootchie. / You will both die horribly and slowly!! / Do what you want, but no torture and murder before you've had your medicine. / Medicine? |
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Sebo! You need to take this medicine, you hear! / This is just some herbs I've made up to help you with all your little kitty ills. / Now you listen up! You take this medicine or I'll stuff you back into this baby doll suit and feed you to the Haven County Kindergarten! / One of the few advantages to having a talking cat. Threats work. |
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Give! Give! Give! Give! Give! / Give us the banana NOW! / From my cold dead hand you damned dirty apes! |
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How are you doing? / Hmmm? / Oh, yes, fine. I'm fine. / I mean HOW ARE YOU DOING? It's been almost a month since we told you about Chelsea. How are you doing with THAT? / I don't know. / Good thing I didn't tell him about the giant slug demon. |
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This next item in the Hanford estate auction is dated just after the civil war. It is the supposed property of the infamous Mad Witch. / While the contents may be stuff of fantasy, it does make this item start at five hundred dollars. / Do I have a bid of five hundred dollars? / Five hundred dollars to the lady in black. |
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I have five hundred dollars for the diary of the mad witch. Do I see a bid of six hundred? / Six hundred dollars to the gentleman in the back. / Seven hundred!! / Eight. |
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One thousand!! / Five thousand. / Ten thousand!!! / I do believe the lady just bought herself a book. |
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Who are you? / I should ask you the same question. / You see, with me it's official business. / Now suppose you tell me who YOU are and why you are so interested in that diary. |
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Oh my God! / What's up Rae? / We just got this in... a story from Canada... / What?! / Seven women were found murdered in what appear to be ritual slayings. The victims were all members of the contraversial religion known as Wicca. / They were witches... like Chelsea. |
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I am so sorry that Anna kidnapped your cat. She loves animals, but has quite an imagination I'm afraid. / Don't worry over it. I'm sure ol' Sebo didn't mind that little tea party one bit. / I've been mentally scarred for life. / Thank you for your understanding, Mrs. Chattan. I was recently divorced and so Anna has had a tough go of it lately. / Please call me Ruth and as far as Sebastian goes, we will be glad to be Anna's playmate. He just loves children. / But only with oyster stuffing. / Thank you again... Ruth. / You come back any time, Clarice and bring that little angel next time you come by. / Grandma? / What's wrong kitten?... My you look white as a ghost. / It was just on the news... witches are being killed... / I have a terrible feeling about this. / Where? / Canada. |
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I was in Canada sometime last year... I think. / You think?! / Yes, the whole incident was kind of fuzzy. / I remember the two little girls and I think there were two ODD looking little boys there as well... / And a giant gnat. / Have you seen my one and only true love? |
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A giant gnat indeed. I sometimes think Miss Chelsea has nut loose or two. / My bear!! / Heavens and stars. What is that Rug Rat up to now? / *Sigh* I do suppose I should do something about this. / My bear!! / Why was I so cursed with a kind and goodly heart? |
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Ha ha! Look at the flying bear! / Maybe we should find out what's on the inside! Whatcha-say! / Meow. Meow. Meow. / Mr. Blue Kitty, help me! / Then again, cat dunking was always a speciality of mine. |
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Ha! I gotcha ya little poop maker! / You put him down! / What ya say we give the cat a bath?! / Uhhhh... bbbbb... llloook aaaaattt... / What?! / Uhh... uhh. |
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Are you quite sure you wish to give ME a bath? / Eeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!! / Personally, I don't mind a bath now and again, but I do need my privacy. |
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Mr. Blue Kitty, you got bigger... and a whole lot uglier. / But I don't care what you look like. You're my friend because you saved my bear. / Bigger? Uglier? / Where are you going?!! / If Miss Anna is correct, then I must have transformed into The Creature. I haven't done that since... oh no! |
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I think that you are strong enough to read this now and strong enough to know it all. / The Grimoire of Eleanor Chattan. I was reading this that day... the day I portalled to Canada with... elves? / That book transformed you into the panther and it may have done more. / It may have done considerably more than anyone could have known. I fear that Miss Chelsea has cast a spell from that book... and the Devil has risen. / Now you LISTEN to me. I don't care who you are or what bloody authority you represent. The diary is my property now and none of your business. / I make it my business when it concerns murder. / So far seven women have been horribly murdered. All of them were witches... like yourself. / I am certain they were not ANYTHING like me. / That may be, however I still must insist on speaking with you on this... / ... matter. / I hate the ones that can portal. / What are you getting me into now? / Shhh. / That lady standing over there. I bet she's a spy sent to discover the true identity of Amazing Girl and the Purple Avenger. / I'm sorry my wee lass, but I am hardly a spy. I am, however, looking for a girl by the name of Alice Dobson. Would you be her then? / Then? When? Who? I... yeah, I mean, I'm Alice Dobson. / Well met Alice Dobson. My name is Eleanor. |
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You performed a spell from that grimoire! / Yes... I did. There was something about a device that I had to duplicate for one of the girls. I used a spell I remembered from the grimoire. Not sure why this is all so fuzzy. / But she didn't know. We didn't warn her. / That may be, but by casting a spell she has awoken an evil that even I cringe to think about. |
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Perhaps it is my fault. I advised madam to hide the book from you. / I felt the contents of the grimoire would be far too much of a temptation and a danger to such an inexperienced witch. / Oh no... those girls in Canada... where I cast the spell... |
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I wish to speak with ye on a matter of great importance to me. / First of all it may be best that ye get yer dad out here, I being a stranger to ye. / W-we'll go inside and see if he's in. / That would be best. I'll be waiting for ye. |
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She talks funny. / She has a Scottish accent... I think. / Still, there is something up with that lady. There's something I don't trust about her. / T's just you imagination... again. I bet she's a saleslady and probably wants your dad to buy something. / Or maybe not? |
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Please tell me this is your imagination!! Please tell me this is your imagination!! / Okay, this is my imagination. / Don't lie to me!! |
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Dot! Calm down! / Uhhhh / Calm down?! We open the door to your house and POOF we're suddenly on the door steps of Dracula's Castle!! Why should I calm down?!! / Because... having a fit won't help our situation any. / When did you get so smart?! |
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What do we do now? / Well, we can't go this way, soooo... / We got to the big, dark, scary looking castle. / Hey! Maybe they'll have a phone. / Yeah, right next to the guillotine. / Goddess what have I done? / What WE have done. However, that is not the most important matter now. We must assess what we are up against. / Her name was Eleanor Uasal of the Clan Chattan and High Priestess of the Dark Practitioners. / She lived in the year 1456 in the highlands of Scotland near Inverness. / She was also the most powerful witch-shapeshifter that ever lived, but she used her power for evil... things. / To heighten her power she linked herself with her dark grimoire thereby making spell casting as simple as thought itself. / And what? Did... did I bring her back from the dead? / No. / She never died. |
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This Eleanor Uasal never died? How can that be? Is she an ANCIENT? Is she a vampire? What's the deal? / The DEAL is... rather difficult to explain. I... I think I hear someone calling my name. Goodbye. / What?! You come back here you little flea factory! / Sometimes he is such a CAT! |
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What's wrong kitten? / Sebastian! He's being a butt. / He tells me that I am responsible for conjuring up some Bitch Witch, but he runs away when I start asking questions about her. / If I am responsible, the I need to take care of it, but how can I if... / Ah, thanks. |
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Ugh! This climb is so steep. Dot, I have to stop a minute and rest. / Yeah, me too. / I'm so tired. If I fall asleep you wake me up, okay. / Yeah, me too. |
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D-d-d-d-dot?!! / Wha? / Yaaeeiii!!! |
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