BACKSTORY: Rayzor Payne, Final Revision, Furcadian Version
Format: Transcript
Last Revision: 8.06PM, 2 Aug 2002

DRAMATIS PERSONAE:
Rayzor Payne(aka "You say", "You whisper") - Me
Lythium - Rayzor's Mate, but not quite when this was logged =P

[&] DogProxy - 6:29:47 PM - Player Lythium is online.

(You see Rayzor Payne.)
> Big, cranky, and feeling older by the moment, a jackal with a 
135 IQ towering at seven-foot-four, massing over four hundred 
pounds, his presence will not allow itself to be denied. If 
there's anything out there that could stop him when he's onto 
something... Pray you never meet it...
(You see Lythium.)
> In my absence from Furcadia, everything has changed...Old faces 
have faded and new ones have appeared.  I feel like a stranger 
to this place...The curse of being a traveler.  I'm a poet, an 
artist, a dreamer, I'm a believer of all things seemingly 
impossible...In fact, I'm a little bit of everything :) 
[flirty_][skittlebitch][sexykitty_][unProfessional piercer...hehe]

Rayzor Payne sniffs the air. "Good evening, Lythium."

Lythium smiles "Good evening"

You say, "And how are you, might I ask?"

Lythium: I'm doing well...You?

You say, "Bored stupid, but otherwise fine."

Lythium chuckles "I wonder why."

[ You whisper "You mentioned last night that you would be 
more comfortable holding a conversation about some topics 
in a more private area." to Lythium. ]

[ Lythium whispers, "Lythium nods" to you. ]

[ You whisper "I may have found us such a setting, if you 
wish." to Lythium. ]

[ Lythium whispers, "Oh?  By all means." to you. ]

Rayzor Payne returns the smile with one of his own. "Follow me."

Rayzor Payne waits patiently.
Rayzor Payne watches Lythium silently, wondering just what she's up to.

You say, "Would you like a seat?"

Lythium smiles and nods "Thank you"

You say, "So..."

Lythium: Hmm?

You say, "All I said was, 'So...'."

Lythium: I know that :P

You say, "Last night, you gave me the ultra-abbreviated version 
of your past... Mind telling me the whole story, now that we 
have some privacy?"

Lythium: When I was very young...I was out with my mother 
wandering around picking flowers and such to take home...
These big furres rode up and struck her down...I never 
found out if they killed her or not...But they took me 
away...I wasn't allowed to see where we were going, 
but during my escape, I know it was northeast of Furcadia...
I was held as a slave for 14 years...The things he did 
were horrible...I was finally able to escape him thanks 
to the help of another slave...

Rayzor Payne nods, leaning forward. "Mm-hmm..."

Lythium: I came back to Furcadia about a year ago...He had 
sent a party out to find me, and they tracked me well...
Trouble was started and I had to leave Furcadia and hide. 
I felt that it may be safe to return and finally made it 
back about 4 days ago...Please tell no one of my story...
There is a very likely possibility that he is still 
searching for me.  And should he find me...I don't even 
want to think of the consequences.

Rayzor Payne nods. "You don't have anything to fear, Lythium."
Rayzor Payne smirks. "I'll make sure of it."

Lythium looks at Rayzor intently and nods "Thank you..."

Rayzor Payne smiles. "Hey, I look out for my friends. 
They tend to live longer that way."

Lythium smiles "I'll keep that in mind...I should hope 
to live much longer."

Rayzor Payne nods.

Lythium: So...Isn't there anything you remember of 
your past at all, Rayzor?

Rayzor Payne laughs. "My past?"
You say, "You never asked about MY past."

Lythium: Your past...Your arrival to Furcadia...Anything?
Lythium is asking now.

You say, "You only asked me how I got here. I still don't 
have an answer to that."
You say, "I remember my past pretty well, however."

Lythium: Will you tell me about it?

You say, "Well, yeah, sure; why not?"

Lythium smiles and listens

You say, "Well, I guess I should probably start telling 
you that I'm somewhere in the range of two to three hundred 
of your years old."

Lythium blinks

You say, "Y'see, I'm a Pa'Irii, and our life spans are about 
five or six times that of the average Furcadian."

Lythium nods "That's quite a long time to be alive..."

You say, "Yeah, it's a mixed blessing. Anyway, I spent 
the first portion of my life basking in the privelidges 
that came from being the son of a respected senator. 
Unfortunately, being in a sheltered environment like that 
doesn't give one the opportunity to live out among the 
people of the world, which made me a young naive asshole 
for quite some time."

Lythium nods

You say, "When I was around fourty years old, that changed, 
and much for the better, though I didn't realize it at the 
time. One night, I woke to the sounds of particle weapons 
firing, and looked out my window to see that the entire palace 
was under siege by a rival faction, the F'Erai. Now, I had 
nothing against the F'Erai, I just knew that they were the 
bad guys and all the other standard propaganda they try to 
fill your mind with your whole life."

Lythium listens, quite fascinated

You say, "Within four hours, the whole place was either reduced 
to rubble or just plain worthless, and the entire senate was 
forcibly deposed by our opponents, who then got together all 
their captive government officials and proceeded to execute them, 
one by one. I guess they must not have considered us younger ones 
much of a threat, as they left us mostly alone, save for some 
who tried to save their parents and other relatives and 
unfortunately got in the way of a PPG beam or two."

You say, "I spent the next few years trying to make a living for 
myself in the street-life, and failed pretty miserably. Then, 
one day, I realized that some arrogant doof in the occupying 
goverment didn't check to see if anyone had set up private bank 
accounts under false aliases. My daddy didn't raise me to be 
THAT stupid, and I quickly withdrew every credit I had and got 
the hell outta Dodge really fast."

Lythium: Smart.

You say, "I had enough to live comfortably for a long time, but 
after spending a few years among the people of the city... I 
dunno, I guess it just grew on me. I spent almost a century of 
your time travelling all over the formerly great nation of Pa'Ir,
hitching rides with travelling caravans, gypsies, whatever was 
available and living among the people I was taught to look down on."

Lythium nods

You say, "Turned out my father and his friends weren't as smart 
as they wanted us to believe. Most of the people I met were more
intelligent than a hundred senators combined, and I learned a 
lot from spending time with them. I even spent some time fighting 
for survival, literally, and learned to channel my body's natural
energies into tangible force under the tutelage of one town's 
resident high hermit."

Lythium smiles "Wow..."

You say, "After a while, though, it was time to move on once again, 
and then I got wind of a "new" technology that had actually 
been developed hundreds of years before, but was put away because 
it was too dangerous at the time. This technology was incorporated 
into chambers that could send people great distances in the blink 
of an eye, and across entire worlds in moments."

Lythium stares, amazed

You say, "When this stuff started getting popular, hundreds upon 
hundreds of valiant explorer-types ventured to distant worlds in 
hopes of finding other races to trade with and learn from. Turned 
out that the other races were a lot like us. In fact, some worlds, 
like Furcadia, were in fact colonized eons ago by our ancestors, 
who first developed the devices."

You say, "We were told these devices had been made safe. That 
was, unfortunately, a gross overestimation. I spent some time 
using the transport pods to get around and study more cultures, 
but ultimately everyone gets struck once by the hand of Fate, 
and I had a mis-jump."

You say, "I didn't arrive here, though; where I first found 
myself was much worse."

Lythium: Worse...how?

You say, "On the edge of the range of the furthest pod was a little 
world inhabited by a disgustingly backward race of primates who 
called themselves "humans". These creatures were so insanely 
primitive that they barely had any technology at all. Hell, 
the little-minded fools still used internal combustion engines to 
power their methods of transportation! Anyway, I found myself in a 
land they called "Egypt". A group of local zealots spotted me first, 
and declared me the "reincarnation of Anubis" or some other silly 
thing. Apparently, this death-god of theirs..."

You say, "...and I shared more than a passing resemblance, what with 
us both being black-furred jackal-furres and such. However, I wanted 
no part of their crazy little fantasy, and resolved to get the hell 
out of there as soon as I could."

You say, "One night, I made my way into one of their pyramids, and 
came across a rather startling discovery: a transport pod was in 
the deepest, darkest room in the catacombs beneath the building, 
and it still worked! Unfortunately, my adoring public, who by now 
had realized that I was indeed quite mortal and quite uninterested 
in posing as a godlike entity, had followed me there. Just as I was 
about to activate the pod and get out of there, I was struck by 
something big and hard, and blacked out. I guess I must have hit 
the wrong controls, as when I came to..."

You say, "I was here."

Lythium: How odd...

You say, "So, now I'm here, sitting at this table, telling my life 
story to a girl who looks like the cutest halloween decoration ever, 
and desperately in need of a drink."
Rayzor Payne grins.

Lythium grins and blushes "Eh...what can I say?  Halloween is the best."

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