Carter looked inquisitively at Freya for several moments, then raised up his hands to look at them. "Old man? Why this body shouldn't be older than 30..." he muttered quietly. Should he get a new one? Possibly, but he'd have to do that later. Staring back at Freya Carter shook his head. "Figure out your memories? Now how am I supposed to even do that?" Carter spun around, sighing. Perhaps he should just get another human slave who wasn't so confusing or irrational. Or maybe he could just scare her into submission, it could work. [i]Not yet,[/i] Carter thought, then turned back to Freya while leaning against the kitchen counter. "So you're saying that if I assist you with your memories that'll you'll stop arguing and follow my commands?" He inquired. "If so, fine, but you'll need to explain how I'm even supposed to do that."

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Sarah rolled her eyes as the ursathrope just went to sleep. Turning around she walked back to her desk when she suddenly heard the ursathrope roar. She slightly jumped from surprise but saw that the bear was still asleep. [i]Of all the days...[/i] Sarah sighed and sat back at her desk, phoning security to deal with the ursathrope. Looking around to make sure no others were accidentally around she quietly hummed one of her own morbid songs that she based off the simple tune Drunken Sailor. When security arrived Sarah stopped her humming and pointed her thumb at the ursathrope then went back to her computer. The four security guards nodded and two pulled out silver weapons for any violent attacks. The guards went within 10 feet of the beast, then the front guard fired a taser to attempt to wake up the ursathrope.

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Rand shook a very small amount as X explained the punishment that was to be given to himself. Already he felt the influence on his mind to try to wear him down, and then he saw the graves emerging. The hunter clenched his teeth and looked down away at them, refusing to look. How was he getting out of this? Dwelling on the subject Rand came to a conclusion. [i]This isn't about him trying to make you feel bad and terrible for killing innocent supernatural, this is his work to break you. This is where you can be exploited fool![/i] Rand thought, thinking he was getting somewhere, then stopped. [i]So...now what? He'll still pressure me and still shove me down.[/i] He couldn't come up with an answer. [i]Is there a way out of this? Maybe not. Well I could just do the unexpected,[/i] Rand figured, guessing it was worth a shot. Steeling himself more, Rand began to sing. It was a stupid sailor shantie and his singing was awful, but it was all he had to work with. Leaning on his back Rand stared up out of his cage and droned on, refusing to even consider the graves. [i]I wonder how long this'll last for...[/i]