From: albert@bcm.tmc.edu (Rick Jones)
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Subject: [MC] Marcel [Outside Generica] On the Roadkill Again
Date: 12 Jan 1993 18:24:27 GMT
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	"So, tell me, Mister Twine, how did you meet this Doctor Charn." 
asked Marcel.  The afternoon sun was starting its way down to the east,
and shadows were lengthening on the dusty road. 
	"Um, he, uh, found me."  {wanna gutt him.}  "I was injured
and he used his magic-"
	"Magic?  I thought he was a scientist."  Marcel's hand
unconsciously moved towards his sword hilt. 
	"Um, well, to me it seemed like magic.  He calls it
teck-know-logie.  He healed me."  {and gave me power}
	[Clarke's Law, goofus.]
	"I am sorry."  Marcel smiled.  "It's just I've had some bad
experiences with magic recently."
	Twine smiled a weak smile, "I understand. .... So have I."

Later, Outside the Cave.....
	"This is where my master lives," said Twine. 
	"Master?" asked Marcel.  "Are you his slave?"  Strange comments
that Twine had made, nothing too outrageous taken one at a time, were
starting to add up to something strange.
	<<Tell him you are not my slave, slave.>>
	"Uh.  Well, that is no.  I serve him, but not."   
	{Prime Directive: Charn is your master.  Acknowledge...}
	(Ack)
	{Secondary Directive: Obey Charn.  Acknowledge...}
	(Ack.  Reviewing most recent command.)
	{<SQUAWK> "1%3 -im you are not my <referent:Charn> slave"}
	(tenuous conflict... resolving....)

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	4531z78z9z30z31zg8z30z8z9z30z@129013lna520440!@&*!(0*@#5$
	CUE PLAYBACK
	Exterior night in a small glen outside of the City Walls.  TWINE
is running madly through the forest.  He's clutching his belly.  Under his
hand, his tunic is bloody.
TWINE: Gotta keep going.  Guards behind.  How was I supposed to know the
	merchant would have so many guards?
SFX:  dogs barking
TWINE: No.  <gasp>  No.  Bastards.
	TWINE comes to the base of a hill.  There's a small cave entrance.
TWINE: Hope there's no.  <hunh>  snakes.
SFX:   lightning crash
	TWINE looks up, and sees a strangly contained storm centered over
the top of the hill.  There's a strange mist with red and blue highlights
seeping out of the cave mouth.
TWINE: Better this than the sword.
	TWINE runs into the cave mouth.  There's a red, flickering light
up ahead at the end of the tunnel.  As he approaches, he sees that the
natural cave ends, but there's a shiny metalic door partially fused with the
rock.  The red light is coming out of the cracks in the door.  TWINE
gulps, and approaches the door.  He pulls a shiv from his belt and
approaches the door.  He slowly examines the door, to find no latch or
knob.
	Suddenly, the door starts to glow in the center, with a pale red
dot, that quickly enlarges.  The doorway starts to melt.  TWINE scrabbles
back in a crab-walk.  
TWINE: By the Buffer...
	The door is now completely melted.  The flickering red light
outlines a huge winged figure.  It reaches out with clawed hand....
	PANICFEARTERROR
	
	"Sir, are you all right?"
	"I.  My.  Head."  Twine howled.  He clenched his hands, and foot
long blades emerged from housings on the back of his hands.
	[He's got 'ware.  And he's fugueing.]
	/I do not want to hurt him./  Marcel drew his sword, and held it
out defensively.  "Twine, calm down.  Can you understand me?"
	Apparantly not, as Twine roared and charged.  Marcel parried one
hand's blade and dodged the other.  /Scan him/
	[Online, kiddo.  Geez.  This kid's over 85% cybered.  What did this 
Doctor Frankenstein do to him?]
	"DIE!"  Twine slashed again, and Marcel again easily avoided the
blows. 
	[He's fast.]
	/But sloppy.  The rage does that.  I am afraid that I may have to
injure him.  Charge Taser./  A subdermal induction pad in his palm gave
the command to the sensor in the hilt of his sword.  It hummed, as Marcel
carefully circled the raging Twine.  He feinted, leading Twine on as a
matador leads a bull, then tapped him on the back with the sword.  There
was a loud 'pop', and a feint blue spark arced between the sword and
Twine's back.  Twine merely snarled, and turned to face Marcel again.
	[Oh boy]
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