Doe listened to the Mudokon(Scri)'s reaction of his fake story.
Mission Accomplished.
That was the very point of his story, to see an Industrial working Mudokon's view on tradition versus convenience. Unfortunately this Mudokon was most likely a native turned Slave, not quite what he was going for. Doe would just have to make do with what he had. It was still too early to recruit the Mudokon though, it was still too suspicious and those that are suspicious can't be trusted.
How down to the roots was this Mudokon? It talked the talk, but would it walk?
"Of course!" Doe started with his Nat voice, "All those rituals and messy make-up to summon rain, when all we have to do now is turn a knob? Oh and don't forget the delicious food they supply us with, like Paramite Pies and those oh so delectable Scrab Cakes!"
Doe stared off into space rubbing his hands together as if to say how delicious he thought the products of slaughtered guardians were.
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Alexander II walked back towards the exit annoyed, it was so hard to work along Scrabs. They always picture themselves almighty beings just because they sit at the top of the food web. The tiny beast promised himself he would kill a Vykker twice as mercilessly in anger for that Scrab.
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Even though Scrabs have no eyes, and #10 was far away from his target, AND it was in the center of plenty of people. The thing some how knew a gun was being aimed at it, #10 never realized how powerful Scrabs were at detecting things, especially sense it didn't use echolocation at all.
The Slig swore and awaited further orders from #7.
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Joe continued to pace back in forth in the R&R waiting for the panic to die down. Suddenly his mobile phone went off, Joe looked at the Caller-ID and frowned. Well talking to this numb skull was the only thing he had to do, well it beat getting all sweaty over nothing... barely. Joe answered the phone with his usual, "Hello, Joe speaking."
"Of course I know its Joe thats why I called your phone!" A high pitched Vykker's voice responded.
"Well how can I help yo..." Joe started.
"HOW CAN YOU HELP ME!? HOW ABOUT YOU COME BACK TO THE OFFICE AND HELP ME WITH YOUR WORK!"
"Woah woah, buddy you know I'm on a very important mission for the company all I'm waiting for..."
"I DON'T CARE IF YOUR WAITING FOR MEECHES TO FALL FROM THE SKY, IF I HAVE TO FORGE YOUR SIGNATURE ONE MORE TIME I'M GOING TO MASS PRODUCE POISON AND SELL IT TO ALL OF MUDOS!"
"Geesh, Lilith don't sweat it I'll be back at the office before you know it."
"YOU BETTER BE OR IT'LL BE YOUR HEAD DANGLING LIFELESS FROM YOUR BODY ON THE FRONT PAGE OF DAILY DECEPTION!"
The phone beeped indicated the raging Vykker had hanged up on him, Joe began to think it would of been better if he let it keep ringing after all. Despite Lilith's anger problem, he was the most intelligent being he had ever met. That Vykker had saved his job countless times, Joe inwardly prayed for one more time.
Last edited by Venks; 05-14-2007 at 07:06 PM..
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