Foliage (San)

[Sea]

"Well then," she replied haughtily. "I come from Manhattan, New York. And I suppose you needn't know what all went on there." Her words were frustrated and her eyes were growing hostile. She was carefree, but could become violent with people she didn't know. Kind of funny in a way, as when she grew angry, her tail puffed out like a feather duster and her ears went back and her eyes narrowed a bit.
(Oh dear that was SHORT!!! )

[demonfire]

"London," he said.

(>:D Shorter!)

[Sea]

Her feather-duster tail began to sweep the ground with agitated lashes, and it produced a dust cloud that sent San hacking, uttering assorted curses and exclamations of 'HHHHHACK! BLECH!' She fell over on her face, which caused her to curse even more loudly, and soon she was left on the ground, writhing and hacking. A green plant was growing beside the log. Unmistakable to any cat being. It was why she was behaving oddly now. It was 'the Nip.'

[demonfire]

Matt gave the hacking cat a push with his boot, just to make sure she was still alive. Dead bodies smelled very badly. "Don't die out in the forest, cause I sure as hell won't be the one to drag a body back," he said plainly like it were a tedious chore to be done every day.

Matt put back on the boonie hat but left the gas mask off; the air was stingy, and that would only make it worse. Forests always seemed to be hotter when they shouldn't be. "So if you're going to kick the bucket, at least do it at the academy," the lycan said plainly.

[Sea]

San gathered herself to her greatest ability, and pulled herself back on the log, giggling and laughing hysterically. She stood up, and looked about, with an odd look in her eyes. She froze and turned to see her tail. She began to chase after it, before making one last swipe at it and falling. She hit the ground, and proceeded to roll about until she caught her tail, and began to bite it savagely.

[demonfire]

Matt looked at her with a scornful glance, condemning the erratic behavior that San had taken up so gleefully. Almost as if sensing something wrong in the air, his vision sharpened. It was noticeable by the change in his eyes from a blue to a more metallic blue color. Matt spied her eyes, which were most likely dilated from the narcotic effect of 'The Nip'. "Are you high?" he asked her in disbelief, the same disbelief as when he saw dragon men and spirits in the water.

"Y'are, aren't you?" he questioned. Matt shook his head at the girl, most likely oblivious to 'The Nip' that was so close to their position. Oblivious.

[Sea]

San's only response was an outburst of 'BWAHAHA!' and continuing to roll about. She then froze, in a moment that might have been lucid. She stood up, though, and leapt forward, attaching herself to a tree. She clung onto it with her claws, her smile wide and manic.
"I am the master of this tree! I am the master of all botony!" she yelled, eyes wild. She leapt to another tree, and began to tear at the bark. She then ran back over to Matt and sat down. She opened her mouth to say something, probably another crazed phrase, but instead her eyes closed, and she fell over backwards. She was unconcious.

[demonfire]

The lycan's eyes returned to normal as the concentration was lost, and they grew wide in genuine concern of San's collapse. He had to think quickly as to what had happened to get here. First of all, she was telling him where she had come from, then she had sneezed, and then San had begun to enter a state of tipsiness and insanity. So, it was probably something she had smelled, making the only logical move for Matt being grabbing Roc, his gas mask, and fitting it over San's head. He lifted up her head gently as he attached the apparatus to it, not wanting to hurt anything.

Matt gently snapped his fingers in front of San's face as a poor attempt to wake up the cat girl. "Hey, wake up," he said in a small whisper.

[Sea]

"Eh?" San turned about sleepily, still a bit woozy, eyes not open. "Whuz goan on?" Her words were mumbled with sleep. She tried to turn over, but couldn't do to some unforeseen object. She yawned. Something was different. It was then her eyes shot open wide. Her hand flew to her face. "What's on me? What's on my face?" She had been jolted wide awake. Her eyes were opened wide, and she looked a little scared. Her hand felt about. She had ever felt something quite like it. It was just... odd. She looked at Matt, fear building.
"What is it? Is it going to hurt me?" Her questions were childish and stupid, but she was panicking.

[demonfire]

"Jeez! It's just a gas mask," Matt said, "I figured your narcotic was in the air, so the gas mask would filter it out." He sniffed in the air, not picking up anything that would affect him for obvious reasons. He gave up after not catching anything out of the ordinary, "And I guess I was right, although I don't know wha' it was that was makin' you act sixes and sevens." Matt sneezed again--a quick one as to get a little bit of the devils out. "And it ain't going to hurt you, if anything it's helping you."

Matt seemed calm, more relieved. After all, he didn't want to be the one to drag her back to the Academy, right?

[Sea]

"Oh... I think I saw people wearing these in New York. They were puttin' the gas on us," said Sanet, relaxing visibly. "Wonder what that was... what was I actin' like? Happy? Sad? Crazy? What was I doin'?" Her use of slang was an odd little reminder of the fact she had just been completely under the influence of some drug. She looked about. She didn't quite want to move, she was feeling a little stiff, for some reason. In fact, she kind of just wanted to sleep. To ward off the inevitable cat nap, she decided to keep talking.
"Thanks, by the way." Her mind was too groggy to continue to think up words to say, and she yawned loudly.

[demonfire]

"You Yanks are bonkers," Matt said, only knowing the threat of gassing from propaganda that was made to inspire involvement in Middle East war. "And you were acting crazy like you just lifted a chemist," he said plainly and now lacking the worried tone of voice as he regained his aloof composure.

"And no problem. Kept me from draggin' back an unconscious body anyway," Matt stated as he lay down on the log. He used his boonie hat as an impromptu pillow as he relaxed on the log, spinning his knife in his hand over and over again. Each in eerie similarity of the last.

[Sea]

"Maybe... nah.. what made me do that?" asked San, yawning again. She longed to make a comment about unconcious bodies and normality, but decided against it. She instead leaned against the log. She looked down beside her, and found a stick. With bark on it. Score! She began to pick away at the bark, until she was left with the shiny white glory the had laid benath. Spotting another stick, she reached for it, before throwing the first stick into the forest. A squirrel landed with a thump and a squeak.

[demonfire]

The squeak of the squirrel caught the lycan's attention. A slight growl emanated from his stomach, and he felt an inhuman need to go and eat it as it was. To go and pounce on it like an animal. These kinds of thoughts were his kryptonite, as it may be. It was what made self-loathing for the aloof soldier all the more reality.

Matt needed to calm himself down, so he sheathed his knife into its case and proceeded to put his hands on stomach. A quiet song began to come out from his mouth. The words were graceful and beautiful, even if he was singing a song about getting high. "Comfortably Numb" was just his song; it was what let him lay chill in situations where he needed to.

[Sea]

San looked at him a moment, before closing her eyes. The song was lulling her.. everything was fine. She let the music flow through her ears, brush her mind with twinkling fingers. Her body shivered, and she felt herself ebbing at sleep. No! She must stay awake.. the music.. be.. alert.. She calmly went into a completely serene state, between sleep and wakefullness.