Subject: Re: Priorities
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Posted on: 2011-07-27 14:56:00 UTC

"A TF gun. . . that's from that weird fetish continuity, isn't it? I can't remember the name." Kirill turned to face Emm, then stepped as hard as he could on the man's foot. "Listen to me. Whoever turned me into this-" he pointed at his brand new ears and mammaries- "didn't do at random. A transformation into an elf- degrading. Into a woman- intriguing. Into a Slesnaya? Disgusting. I can almost feel my brain rotting with their sweet, sickly, nauseating twoo wub of life- if the transformation starts going deeper, it will be horrible. I'd drown in- what do you call it, emotion that says you oughtn't- guilt. I might feel guilt."

With a visible effort, Kirill caught his temper. He wanted to rage, but it wasn't going to advance his goal, and would alienate the people he could use to get at the culprit. "We need to find whoever did this, and show him how exactly unentertained we are. Do we have any ideas on how to do that?"

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