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Post by DinoHunter2 on May 14, 2009 21:33:02 GMT -5
"Well, he had more of an old-fashioned origin." Caitlyn started. "As in, the birds and the bees. Haha. But it's actually pretty interesting, because at least where I come from, Kaiju don't have parents like that. They just sort of happen, like an accident or a disaster. Nobody knows exactly how... but almost all of the monsters there are one of a kind."
"It's a little like that here," Jason replied. "Only it's more like bad luck than spontaneous formation. Monsters don't just happen here, but things are getting mutated into them so often that I feel like they may as well be."
"I know that feeling." Caitlyn laughed. "We have so many monsters running around in Tarrun, we don't know what to do with them all. That's what Theraga and I take care of. Pest control, basically."
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Post by Inferno Rodan on May 15, 2009 12:41:27 GMT -5
"You do this alone? Or are there others that help?"
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Post by DinoHunter2 on May 15, 2009 12:57:15 GMT -5
"Oh, with friends of course. Theraga's a tough customer, but there's no way he and I could take on all the kaiju by ourselves. We have allies in all the major cities to help out." She explained. "I guess we're sort of the Tarrun equivalent of your 'GDF'."
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Post by Inferno Rodan on May 15, 2009 21:26:38 GMT -5
“Indeed. It’s always good to have allies.” He starts to say something else, but stops when Caitlyn yawns.
“Sorry about that.”
“No problem,” Jason chuckles, “God knows you have an excuse to be tired. I’ll take you to my quarters so you can get some rest.”
“Thanks.”
With that, Jason leads Caitlyn up to the second floor and to his quarters. “Here you go. Nothing fancy, but I’m sure it’s better than what you’ve had.”
Caitlyn walks in and flops down on the bed and gives a contented sigh.
“See you later.”
Caitlyn merely mutters a half-hearted “Mhmm” in response. Jason closes the door and heads up to the bridge.
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Several hours later, shortly after midnight, the ship is passing through the Panama Canal. Several powerful spotlights illuminate the cargo hold, which is conspicuously missing one of its occupants. Theraga has gotten out to stretch his legs, walking leisurely alongside the ship, much to the discomfort of the people that see him. Suchodon is still in the hold, continuing his rest after having hopped out to swim a couple hours ago, having gotten back in shortly before reaching the entrance to the canal.
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