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Okay, I'm back! Now, what we have to do is... / Dammit! Dammit!! I'll NEVER make it to the press conference on time! I just KNOW I'm going to be fired! Dammit!! / Chelsea can get you there on time if you apologize to her. / Please! Please! Please! I'll never be a Kolchak again! I promise! / What's a Kolchak? |
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I think I'll skip the university and have a talk with the Bailey boy instead. He may be more help than anyone. / Hello, Mrs. Bailey? This is special agent Harris with the FBI. I've been working on the Beacham murder with your husband. / Yes, actually, I have reason to believe your SON may provide some help on this case. / No, ma'am. He's in NO danger. I only want to talk to him about his grandfather. / Okay, in about an hour. / Thank you. / But, you're NOT with the FBI, are you? / No. I'm not. / I was a cop once, just like my dad, only my field was forensic psychology. I specialized in occult cases, ritual slaying, and the like. / One night my dad was killed by what turned out to be a WEREWOLF. At first I didn't believe it, but they my... I was introduced to another world. I was scared out of my wits, but I still hunted the thing down and killed it. / That's when I began hunting all werewolves and their kin. I hated them all, but that was before... before I understood them. / Now, I guess you could say I help out both sides. / I'm sorry about your dad. / Me too... come with me to the Baileys'? / Okay. |
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I still don't understand what my SON has to do with the senator's death, AGENT Harris. / Senator Beacham and your father-in-law were working together in protecting any artifacts found at the malls site. Your son was close to his grandfather, right? / And the boy WAS found at the mall site last evening. I have to follow every lead I can, ma'am. / I'll get Danny. / Actually, I'd rather speak to him alone, if that's possible. |
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Hello, Danny. I'm Special Agent Harris, and I'm with the FBI. Is it okay if we speak for a few moments? / Sure, but I know you're not with the FBI. / And how do you know that? / My grandfather told me. He also said that he wanted to meet with you tonight at the mall. Bring the girl with the white streak in her hair and he will speak through her. / Grandpa says she's special, but not in the same way as me. / Your grandpa seems to be pretty special too. |
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So, now what? / Now, Chelsea and I need to meet with Danny's grandfather at the mall site tonight. / Apparently, he wants to speak with us. / I thought he was dead. / He is dead. / Ohhhh-kay. Well, I'm coming along too. / I should try and stop you, but I figure that would be futile. / You got that right. / I just hope Chelsea found a spell that will end all this... "craziness" to EVERYONE'S satisfaction. |
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Did you make it to the press conference on time? / Oh, yeah. / Thanks to Chelsea, who I have apologized to profusely for even thinking of using her for my own nefarious gain. / I threatened to hand her over to a tickle demon. / So, we're cool, right? / Hee hee. / Okay, okay. I think it's time we got back to business. What spell did you bring back, Chelsea? We ARE going to kick werewolf ghost butt, right? / Oh boy. |
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We have to give them what they want?! / Yes, we have to give in to them, and then we have to APOLOGIZE to them for disturbing their land. Although, I'm not quite sure how we're going to get everything OFF the land first. / WHAT? APOLOGIZE?! CLEAR THE LAND?!! They killed two innocent men! They tried to kill Julie!! Did you even TRY to find a solution befitting their cimes??! / Look, Rae, I'm tired of hearing the same old broken record from you. We told you, this is the way it is in our world. Yes, it sucks, but there isn't a damn thing I can do about it! |
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Raven, I am sorry about the senator. But it's not like you ever knew the man personally. / That's not the point! How can you be so unfeeling?! It's not about knowing the senator. It's about this state and this country. There is so much injustice in the world that WE can't do a damn thing about. This, we CAN do something about. / NO, RAVEN, WE CAN'T. I CAN'T, AND YOU CERTAINLY CAN'T. COMPARED TO THESE THINGS, YOU ARE A SPECK!! / You mean, compared to you. / Raven, I didn't mean.. / At least I'm not some self-pitying freak. |
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SLAP!! / I'm a freak?! Then, you're a hypocrite!! Isn't that cross around your neck a symbol of forgiveness?! / It's also "An eye for an eye". / AN EYE FOR AN EYE? Do you say that to a tornado? A flood? AN EYE FOR AN EYE? You don't even know what you're talking about... but this isn't the time for a religious debate. This is the time for me to get the HELL out of here!! / We need you on this!! / Chelsea, I'm sorry for what I said. You're not a freak. You're my friend, and I know that I'm as stubborn as a mule sometimes, but I'm only trying to do the right thing. / When someone does something wrong, they are supposed to pay for their acts. That's how the world is supposed to work. / Not always. / I know that, but it seems to be more so in YOUR world than in mine. / It's only ONE world, Raven. / Ever since you told me your secret, I've mentally separated our worlds. You're adventure and I'm satire. I LIKE satire. It's hard work, but it won't take away all the people I care for. / But with the death of the senator, and all the other revelations, that line of separation is gone, and it scares me to death. I once questioned my faith, now I have to question what is real in the one place I should feel safe... home. / Can you understand that, Chelsea? / Yeah, very much so. I'm sorry, Raven. / So very sorry. / Speaking of FORGIVENESS, that was certainly a quick turn around, although a welcomed one. / Whatcha gonna do with these emotional types, huh? / Well. I have some emotion to deal with, myself. |
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You're not going after the ones who killed my husband? You promised me, Mart. / I know, and I am sorry, but I'm going to have to break that promise. You can't bring ghosts to justice. They ARE justice. At least that's the way they see it, but uh... I am SORRY. / Vicky, there's something else. / We found this in a pocket dimension that John had created. Apparently, he was hiding a lot from you and everyone. Anyway, it's a spell, and it can... it may have helped him win his elections. / I don't want to see it. I loved and trusted my husband. No matter what you think, I know he didn't use it. / Goodbye, Mart. / Goodbye, Vicky. |
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Are you okay? I didn't hurt you did I? / You know me, tough as nails. / I'm sorry, Raven. I shouldn't have hit you. Your words kind of got away with me. Still, that doesn't give me the right to slap my best friend. I thought I knew better. / We're all stressed over this deal and me going off like a broken record didn't help. Hell, I would have slapped me. / At least you had the good sense to turn the other cheek before she got too CATTY with you. / There is that. / Are we ready? |
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Okay, gang, here we go. From what I've found out, the burial ground should be right about here. / Chelsea, I need you on the right side, facing north. / Next, I'll rebury the bone... / ... and then we'll wait to see if the old man shows... |
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All of you came. That is very commendable. The spirits here are pleased. / Are you in contact with them now? / Yes. / Then ask them why the HELL did they have to kill the senator and Mr. Johnston!! Why did they attack Julie?!! / RAVEN!! / It's okay. They understand the girl's pain, and they share it a thousand fold. |
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The wizards regret the sadness that their attacks have caused, but this is their land. They claimed it first. / This land, this country is rich in the heritage of men seeking a better life, and it is drenched in the blood of men forced from their homes. These three know both well. / In a war, long forgotten, their families were slaughtered and they were driven from their territory. Still, they fought back and defeated their enemy. When they had won their home was still destroyed, so they wandered until they came to this place. / Here they made a new home. Here they made a bond with the land, and they became shapeshifters... / ... just like you. |
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When the wizards died, their powers bled into the land. It is what fueled them, then and now. / That is why, even though long dead... / ... they can become FLESH. |
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Do not fear them. We are invited guests to their land. / Why? To kill us too? / They only wish to be left in peace. / The ritual you have come to perform will set things right with them, no more and no less. I bid you goodbye. / Huh? / It was no accident that you came here. You have the power to give them true peace, and lead them to heaven above. / Lead them to heaven above? / Okay! / Everybody!! Get down in the ditch!! Hold on to something!! NOW!!! / WIND!!! |
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Have you lost your mind?! / I know what I'm doing!! / Chelsea!! This is Oklahoma, remember?! Flat land, strong wind and humidity don't mix here! It could cause a tornado! / I know!! I'm counting on it!! / / They're gone. / So is the mall. / They're gone, great news, but there's still a monster tornado on the loose, and it's heading for Tulsa!! / I -- I can't get a hold of it! Oh, Goddess, I can't control it!! |
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The COTC Mythos / Created by TimberBram, AKA Sir Eric Timothy Baars, Knight Commander Ivbalis. / We miss you a lot. |
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I can't control the tornado! I don't have the strength, or the energy to move it. / You told me that everybody has a little bit of magick in them. Take my hand. Maybe it will give you a boost. / It's working. I think I got it. / There's a lake just east of here! Move it over there! Maybe the change in temperature will kill it! |
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Now that the crisis has been averted, would you mind telling me just what the HELL that was all about?! / Yes! Yes! I'm at the tornado site now! Get the goddamn SAT truck here on the double!! / Well, at least Julie's happy. |
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Well? Were you TRYING to kill us all? / No, Raven. I was trying for a compromise. When the old man vanished, he came into my mind. He told me a way to give the wizards TRUE peace. / So, they're gone for good? / Yes, they're gone for good. The tornado crushed their bones into dust and took them on the wind... TO HEAVEN ABOVE. By now, they're not even dust anymore. They're a part of the magick that made them. They're part of everything. / Well, at least they are gone. I can take that back to Mrs. Beacham. Maybe she can find some kind of peace out of all this too. / It still doesn't set right with me. / The senator is still dead, and now his mall has been destroyed. It's not right. / No, it's not, but we were never going to win on this one. You should take some comfort in knowing that it went this far. Like Chelsea said, it was a compromise. Sometimes, that's the best you can do. / And we'll have to live with that for the rest of our lives. |
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State Senator John Edward Beacham was laid to rest this morning. His death, now officially ruled a homicide, shocked the state and the nation. Police and FBI officials still have no suspects. / In related news, a tornado destroyed what was to be the Mall of the Plains, a project of the senator's... / Click! / Oh boy. Raven, we... said some things... I and did some things... well, I'm sorry Rae. I don't ever want to fight like that again. We're friends... / Yeah, friends forever. / On the other hand, I do think I'm entitled to some major payback!! / Mew? |
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It seemed a long time ago. / And it was me... / ... but it wasn't me. / Understand? |
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I understand. I dreamt that I was John Lennon once. I couldn't tell the difference. / I'm serious, Jubal. / The dreams I had before I first changed into the panther were glimpses into my future. / These dreams are of the past, but not specifically MY past. / First of all, what kind of a past are we talking about? A History Channel past, or a Discovery Channel past? / History -- *yawn* History Channel. There was no dinosaurs or Neanderthals. / Miss Chelsea's having her dreams again? / Not really. These dreams are about someone else, even though she looks like me. / If I may interject an opinion? / You're ASKING? / A dream is more often than not a look into our own subconscious past than any insight into the collective cosmos. / Either that or bad Thai food. Right, Sebo? / Go lick yourself. |
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Have you told anyone else about your dreams? Jacob? Your grandmother? / Mmm, I don't really want to bother grandma with this. She's still coming back from her stroke. / Besides, I don't tell just ANYONE about my dreams. They're very personal. / It took me two weeks to tell you, and you're special. / Special, huh? / Yeah. / ACK! ACK!! ACK!!!! Over-sentimental tripe... I mean... hairball coming up -- ACK!!! ACK!!! / Wellllll, if you're going to be THAT way, Mr. Sebastian butt... / SLAM!! / I would declare WAR over this, but I have a feeling that would be irrelevant. |
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Red Wolf Clan territory: Conflict Arena. / Rrrrwwooorrrr! / Rrrhk |
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Marek, Alpha Male of the Perun Pack, leader of the Black Wolf Clan is DEAD! / Crack!! / I hold his jaw in my hand for all to see!! / Conflict has now been resolved in the ancient manner! The Northern Territories now belong to the Dwyn, Lugh, and Taranis packs of the Red Wolf Clan! So says Jerrik, the Elder! / The Sabina Pack of the Black Wolf Clan must leave the territory by the next moon! / So says Roisan, Alpha Male of the Andraste Pack, leader of the Red Wolf Clan! / Aoooooorrwwwwww! / Aoooooorrwwwwww! / Aoooooorrwwwwww! / Aoooooorrwwwwww! |
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I know you didn't want to end Marek's life, but territories were in dispute. The pack comes first. You know that as well as I. / But the burden of leadership does weigh heavy, doesn't it. / Yes. It does. You are a good and wise Elder, Jerrik... and a good friend. But I need neither goodness nor wisdom. At the moment, I need solitude. Please, show me your friendship and leave me be. / As you wish. / I asked you to leave me be. |
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Can we go to lunch now? / I suppose. / This isn't inspiring you? / It's inspiring me to want to go to lunch. / To be honest, it isn't inspiring me either. Hmmm... I'm not sure exactly what I want. / Well, I know what I want! It's a double fudge mocha ice cream float and a triple-decker cheeseburger, and I want it NOW! / Sorry, but cravings sort of make themselves known. / Indeed they do. |
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Aaaaaaiiiiiii!!! / Ghrrrrrrr!! / Flash! |
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Assassins!!!! / I saw a Black Wolf standing over the body. The... weapon was still embedded in Roian's chest. / Our alpha was executed and you did nothing??!! / The wolf portaled away before I could act!! / The weapon, an Exror Ra Deda-Evin U-Chalb, was used during the Portal Wars, but were later forbidden by the Council of Three. They became taboo. The U-Chalb of Disgrace, as they were also called, were used not only to execute prisoners of war and traitors, but to shame the opposing clan. You see, the teeth of this particular U-Chalb came from a wolf of the Clan of the Western Wolf, from whence our Clan originated. All U-Chalb's were supposed to be destroyed by order of the Council, but obviously at least one survived. To have merely murdered our leader would have been a declaration of war in itself, but to execute Alpha Roian in this manner... / ... can only demand the full extermination of the Black Wolf Clan. |
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