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Date Posted: 15:00:31 07/09/01 Mon
Author: El'Jarrun.
Subject: El'Jarrun walked to the small booth mumbling the whole time.
In reply to: Walter 's message, ""ohh..kay....this file seems in order..."" on 09:41:05 07/09/01 Mon

The clear booth had a comfortable chair inside and a nice arm rest with a cup-holder in-case someone had a drink. To his right was a small display (one way of course) so that visitors could see the in-mates but they couldn't see him.

He wondered if he should look at the damn maximal nut-job. In the one hand, he hated the ugly things. Seen one you seen them all, was his belief. On the other hand, he wanted to know what this Joskur the Dirge looked like. All the stories about him were vague...just that he killed a lot of folk, and ate them...not necessarily in that order.

The small device fit easily into his ear, also carrying the technology to speak into it as well as listen. He waited for the connection to be engaged and in the last second he turned on the monitor to see the Inn-mate.

He was in mechanical form now, pieces of hair and flesh were arrayed all about him. His optics glowed a dim red as the cell light amplified. His face was plain...and then he transformed. A light expanded from his center. The metal turned inwards. Hair that lay in tufts about his shoulders crawled up to his scalp. Pink flesh and muscles began to ooze between the joints of his metal hide and there, sitting in the cell, was a maximal whose spark was in a man-like organism. His face was contorted in an impossibly wide grin, with too long teeth jutting out of his mouth. His muscles were exposed to the air and skin was stretched taut over metal. He was a monstrous mixture of the beast man and the transformers.

El�Jarrun coffed and almost retched...but he held himself together. He looked up at the monitor and the mad-man�s eyes stared at him. One eye, completely human, the other glowing red...a robotic optic...inside of it was a deep yellow gleam. He stared up at El�Jarrun and even though the man knew that the mad-man could not see him, he cringed from that distorted mask.

�Joskur...I...I am El�Jarrun...�

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Silence...dead silence...Joskur remained silent for five entire minutes. -- Joskur the Dirge, 21:39:47 07/10/01 Tue
- Damn ugly Maximal -- El'Jarrun, 21:43:35 07/10/01 Tue
  - El'Jarrun... -- Joskur the Dirge, 21:45:20 07/10/01 Tue
    - You are mad and know nothing! -- El'Jarrun, 21:47:24 07/10/01 Tue
      - No matter...you have come seeking the Devil and you have found him. -- Joskur the Dirge, 21:51:16 07/10/01 Tue
        "Soooo smart, aren't you? -- El'Jarrun, 20:53:33 07/18/01 Wed
        ...and saw a blur of motion on the screen -- Joskur The Dirge, 21:05:42 07/18/01 Wed