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OOC:...but then the weapon will need recharging at a source after that, I suppose.
IC: Shryke listened to Angela. Ah, he understood what it was now. He took a few steps closer to the orb and observed it closer. He saw little which he understood on it, but he recognised it was a modified orb from much simpler ones he saw around areas where Sligs where a few times. So, he merely put simply to the orb "What do you want here, or what do you want to know from us?" -- Sklitch merely decided to follow the Fleeches and see what they had to say. And if they were dodgy and tried to attack him, which was unlikely, it was doubtful it would go unnoticed. And he could defend himself also. He followed them into the small hollow. |
Ghost looked left and right, at the mad menagerie gathering before him. He was not expecting any of this. Ghost anticipated a cave full of fleeches to investigate, a brief distraction before enetring the village.
"I am none of those things. Hackers, NIC, they are nothing. I am just the Ghost in the shell." He zoomed in on the effeminate Vykker brandishing some device. A quick scan revealed little threat, but he had long learned to trust his instincts over his gadgets. Even if it was harmless to him, it was being wielded by one with confidence, which made it far more dangerous. Besides, it had an unappealing discharge capacity. "You can consider me a machine spirit, it matters not." Now he focused on the shapeless form whom Ghost had fist encounted. "I just came to investigate these old mines. They intrigue me. As do you. What are you?" He wondered if they would ever had started speaking to him if he'd not activated his microphone. Probably not, he figured, and there would have been a scuffle. Ghost was unsure whether this was a better situation. He was in no actual danger, but they were getting a closer look at his C-dot-P, and the possibility of losing any of his secrets scared him more than death ever could. At his command, Ghost leaned closer to the monitor. Nearby screens flashed with huge amounts of data, but went ignored. The situation in the cave held his full attention. |
And you call me power playing. Ghost is indestructible. That is totally going too far. And even if someone kills the C.P, he'll just fly in another. It is getting stupid. Please add something to weaken him.
IC:Gillik woke up from his sleep. He was in his blimp. He decided to call Angela, to see what she was up to. No response. He called Sindera. No response again. He packed some medical equipment in his pod and went up high enough to survey the area. He searched for Sindera and quickly found her. He then took a look for Angela and couldn't find her either. He took a look at some other instruments, and found nothing out of the ordinary. Until he looked at the radio. There was an extremely strong radio transmission coming out of a cave nearby, although he could not pinpoint its exact position due to the fuzziness of radio waves. He debated internally, then decided to help Sindera first. She could help him with this unknown transmitter. He flew down to where she lay, then got the medical supplies with his legs. and clumsily administered CPR to Sindera. Soon she started breathing. He stayed for a couple of hours, and then she awoke. "We've got work to do, but we'll have to wait a few hours for you to recover first." |
OOC: I didn't call you power playing!
Let me clarify. It takes weeks to get another to such a remote spot. And though his scans told him that the weapon seemed unlikely to be a threat, he is mistaken. It is hard to maintain such delicate detection devices from so far affield. Sorry for the confusion. |
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OOC: I would suggest, Perry, not to claim that Sindera awakens. That is my decision. Anyway, I think Sindera just needs medical attention at the moment, for she is suffering from dramitic blood loss. It will take more than CPR to heal her. But oh well.
Anyway, in this arguement of Ghost dying, Ghost may not be able to actually die, but he cannot do more than stun for three seconds. It's like saying its power playing to play as an immortal Slurg. (Slurgs cannot do anything if they cannot die) And besides, if we were to kill off a Ghost body, we wouldn't see him until the next month jump. So really, his character is fair to play as. IC: Sindera slowly opened her eyes, to see a blurred vision of Gillik. Standing really close. As se tried to figure out wha happened, she realized her breathing was uncontrollble. She was taking in a lot of breaths, and exhaling at the same time as well. And then, it dawned on her, when she saw that there was still a dark forest environment. She wasn't at some medical center, she didn't even think any time pasted by. And she still couldn't bear to have herself be attacked by Paramites again. She grumbled when she heard Gillik's statement. She just growled, "Gillik, there is no way that I can recover in a few hours. Not even a half of a day. Give me the a full complete day to heal, and then we can figure out what to do. And if you want my opinion, just send out the warrior troops I set up, so this operation can work faster, OK?" She tried to fall back in a trance, but wasn't able to. She just didn't have that ability. The blood loss would eventually shock the body into an unconscious sleep. But now, she wanted to just get back into an emergency room. OOC: No Kolca today, too tired. |
OPOC: I wouldn't see Ghost as godmodding becausse although he can't really die, he can't exactly kill any other organisms either. And did you forget Griff was kinda right next to Sindera? Meh, I'll see what I can do.
IC: Shryke heard the orb, and replyed "Well, if you must know, my name is Shryke. But I only recently discovered that I was actually a Vykker experiment, a genetic mix between Paramite and Scrab. These mines are our current stronghold against the Sligs. We're unsure what to do next, but for now, here we are. The Sligs seem to have ceased activity in the forest for now. Well, they're not bothering us at least. But these aren't really mines, I don't think. They may be old, unused ones, but I believe this to be a natural formation. So, anything else?" Griff saw the Intern had awoke. Listening to her, he said "Do you know of anywhere nearby I might be able to take you to to heal? I can certainly get you there." OOC: I'm going away for a coupla days soon, so I might not be able to post 'till Monday or something, soz. And has El'Scrabino and his Scrab/Mudokons died? |
OOC: How often do characters actually kill each other in RPGs? I've never seen it happen.
IC: Sligs? It didn't surprise him that this creature was a product of Vykker depravity. Could this Vykker be its creator? Nor did it that these creatures were suffering under industrialists. Should he help them? He did not imagine they would tale too kindly to one of their orbs interferring with their affairs. Besides, that was not why he came here. Or was it? Ghost was not entirely certain why he had to send his avatar here, other than an overwhelming urge. "You have been troubled here by metal-legs. Why?" |
OOC: Absence! :crying:
IC: Shredder: Shredder jolted into alertness. He had been day-dreaming of a better tomorrow, where there were open plains and meat for all... Anyway, he heared a sentence being said by a strange, floating orb, which reminded him of the BoD's, only alot bigger. "You have been troubled here by metal-legs. Why?" Said the orb. Shredder replied to this conversation as so: "These 'metal-legs', or Sligs, have almost completely destroid a village at the foot of the hill holding our last outpost, which we call 'The Mine'. This is our refuge from the Sligs at the moment. If the Sligs find us, though, we might have to find another refuge. I don't suppose you could help us against this Slig-threat?"... Matthew: Matthew and Greg watched Gillik's expression as Sindera said these words. After about a minute Matt said, "We better help her Gillik, she'll probably fall unconsious any minute. She's lost alot of blood... If only Jeff was here..."... OOC: w00t? w00t! |
OOC: Ah, no problem E'l Scrabino, I didn't mind! It can be quite a nasty to manage a lot of things at once, so there is no reason to be sorry.
Killing in RPGs is not common, since often situtions like that don't happen very often. But in W@RF, it has happened. But I have placed my characters in situtions where they would die, like Slurp's battle with Leo was to end in him being squashed. But that's another story. And yet, if the CFIA isn't stopped, Slurp most likely will die. IC: Kolca did not do anything when the Slog entered the room. This was not her time to speak. It was her brother's. Her brother first cleared his throat, for he wanted the message to go out loud and clear. Her brother then said in a calm and non-threatning Slog language, "We want to make this as easy as (possible) for you. We won't harm you at all. Now answer this as clear as (possible). Where did you come into this forest from? And do you know of any future plans of the Walk men?" |
OCC: Do you guys mind if I come in kinda late? If not, that's ok.
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OOC: It's never too late to join the Albino Scrab. Just make sure that your character follows all the rules.
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OCC: Ok, thanks guys. Check the W@RF profile thread for my character profile.
Mech bounced along on the elum he was riding. He had to admit, they made good time, even if they did stop evertime they caught the smallest scent of honey. Still, Mech perferred his own feet to an animal's. As he approached the village, he ran through the lead in his mind. On one hand, it was unlikely that the bastard would be living in such a remote area. On the other, he might be living here for the exact same reasons. Or getting the DNA of the legendary Albino Scrab, so he could sell dozens of mini ones for a tidy profit. Mech didn't care either way. All he wanted was revenge. The dirt road wound it's way around numerous groves of dark-looking trees. Mech kept a wary eye on them, consious of paramites. The elum gave small sounds of fright, since it apparently had something unfamiliar in the air. Suddenly, Mech realized the sun wasn't shining as brightly. Darkness pressed in suffocatingly. Mech felt himself going faint. Just before he toppled off the sadle, he saw the sharpened hollow stick in his arm. He got me. That son of a bitch got me before I even got into the village. If I live, he's a dead man. Actually, extra-dead, because i'll make sure.... That was all he could think of before darkness claimed him. Just as he blacked out, a blurry figure strode from the trees, and straight for him and the elum. |
OOC: I just want to hope that you have read the whole story of the Albino Scrab, since there is no village anymore. Just making sure.
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OOC: Yeah, but Mech dosen't know that ;)
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Can you repost your profile here plz? And are you going to include stuff from W@RF in the story? cos this is sorta separate.
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OCC: I was trying to save time, but here it is:
Name: Mech Species: Steef Gender: Male Age: 21 Human years Appearance: He seems like a normal steef, albiet with only two legs, like Stranger wanted. He wears simple leather pants, a diamond-shaped shirt like Stranger (but with various symbols that don't seem to quite match up when inspected closely), and a pair of leather boots. But then, as you get closer, you begin to notice things that aren't natural. His pupils are a blinking LCD-like red, instead of a abyss-like black most creatures have. His skin has similar red lights in various places. Small pieces of steel can be seen through his skin. Mech is a montrous combination of Steef and prototype slig technology. For this reasion, he tries to hide them as much as he can, even if it does overall enchance his body and mind. Personality: He does not wish to be close with other people, since he fears they will leave him when they find out about his augumentations. For this reason, he is usually a recluse. He is slowly being driven toward suicide out of his loathing for the mechanical parts and his hatred at his own weakness in hating himself. The only thing that basically keeps him going is a desire for revenge on the person who did this. He does not know who it was, as he was incapacitated at the time, but he has followed a lead from an underground gene-splicing vykker that the culprit is staying at the various places he goes to in RPGs he is in. Equipment: He carrires a customized big-bro slig assualt rifle. It has a laser sight, a long-range setting, and, when he can find the ammo, a grenade-launcher. He rarely uses it, however. When he can, he wields his two katanas, made for him (supposedly) by Big Face himself, using secret techniques and blessings. Otherwise, he carries a basic pack with food, medicience, and anything other he deems worthy of his bag. But, most interestingly, he carries around a alchemist kit, and is able to make several useful mixtures. Bio: Mech was orginally born with the name Hardhorn, but it was changed to Weaponwielder when he came of age. At the age of 16, he was out hunting paramites in an obscure corner or the paramite forest. As he tensed to spear an unsuspecting paramite, a large explosion rocked the ground. Turning, he saw clouds of smoke drifting from the directio of his village. He raced towards it with all the speed he had with paramites attracted to the excitment following close behind. As he reached the village, he gave out a cry. A smoldering crater stood where what had been his village. A large vykker research lab hovered above, with legions of flying sligs still catapulting grenades at the ground. Mech fell to the ground on his knees, forgetting the paramites in the one instant he should have ran. The paramites apparently decided to have a meal before the sligs blew them up, and promptly fell on him, tearing off Mech's back legs before he cold get up. Mech passed out from the pain, and awoke in the very vykker lab which killed his life. As a vykker approached him with a bloody cleaver, he just....gave up. Later, from the underground vykker, he learned that he had been rescued, partly as a test subject for the prototype slig technology, and partly out of hopes that he'd had become an assasin for them. They were wrong on both counts, and promptly dumped him in the desert, where he managed to force out a living killed and eating the occasinal wildlife. He then managed to get to where he is now. |
OOC: Fine then, I got back on Wednesday and not Monday. So sue me.
Mitsur, that seems alright, but 'supposedly' using Big Face might go against the 'no official characters' rule in RPG's here. Plus Big Face is more spiritual, whyed he make weapons? But then again, the origin of where the katanas where found by Mech might change that. But I dunno. WHAT!? Slurp's gonna die!? *MASSIVE DARTH VADER STYLE 'NNOOOOOOO!!!'* ... Anyway... IC: Sklitch listened intently to the Fleech. Plus that they needed to tell him they wouldn't harm him seemed a bit odd, but anyway "I came into this forest with the Sligs. I was trained brutally like many others, and beaten. I did not take the bait and become quite as aggressive as my compadraes (spelt wrong, but sue me), but I was valued by my master for my speed. But I was still looked down apon for being smaller. Whenever a fight occurred among me and other Slogs, I'd dodge using my speed, and try not to attack them. But anyway, I was sent in with the others. As Shryke offered us a place within this herd, I was sick of being frowned upon by the other Slogs, so here I am. As for Slig plans...when I was last there, they were talking about converting the mine into a new one, so they could extract some sort of metal. They were excited as it was apparently special metal for fancy weaponry. One even said he wanted to use some and get it made into armour and special fangs for his Slog. Some others had other ideas, too. Also, they said how evenutally, the whole forest would be destroyed so the Glukkons could extract all the ore possible. They said that the Slig army would first patrol a few areas, and make sure there was no resistance by anything and make sure it was all dead or out the way before the forest was processed into various wood products, the floor cleared and the rock harvested and factorys built. I don't know what they're doing right now, though." OOC: No Shryke, as he'd only say what Shredder has already said. ... Wait, Shredder can speak industrial!? If not, just say Shryke pretty much translated it. |
Um, why can't I see any thing anymore? I know this will not be seen, but still...
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OOC: ...what?
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IC: Gillik replied,
"yes, we'll need to get her to the emergency room. Want to come along? It's a bit dangerous out her you know. I'll take you back in my pod." -=-=-=-=-=- Angela saw that the orb was asking questions which she could answer, although it would involve confessing. "The Sligs and Glukkons are here because of the mine. It contains explosive chemicals that they wish to mine and sell. That is why they drove all of us out. Now, do you wish to side with us or with the Glukkons?" |
IC: Shryke was pleased to here that the Vykker seemed to have sided with them. But Shryke heard about the explosive chemicals "Hmmm...explosive? Maybe we can use these chemicals against our Slig pioneers" he thought, as they waited for the orb to reply.
Griff thought, and replyed "How long would it take you to get here? It may be quicker to take her to a nearby area. As for danger round here, why do I have this?" as he whipped out his powerful bow. "I pack a mean punch too, if any Paramites get in the way. So, is there somewhere I can take her, or meet you?" OOC: K, so the Sligs etc. are here for the ore and explosive chemicals which they chanced upon too. |
OOC: Actually, the main reason that Gillik is here is so he can sell the explosive chemicals. That was in the very first post of this topic. The whole thing about the lumber and steel was part of your imagination. One point to Perry!
IC: Kolca's brother seemed please, but continued on with a more silent sound, being that Fleeches were starting to sense him. "That is nice. Now we will continue. What transfered you, like a ship? If so, were there anyone else onboard? Can you tell us where that ship currently is? And where is the main base?" |
That was an abrupt question. The Vykker was asking Ghost to pick sides now. And he only expected a cave full of fleeches!
He didn't like that one bit. Ghost did not take sides. It just wasn't something he did. He was objective about everything, then used his inbiases knowledge to his advantage. But then, he thought, you don't normally make your presence felt in the world, now do you? Why did he come here again? Ghost couldn't remember. Something sinister was going on, and he suspected it was alot more important than sligs and explosive ore. The creatures were staring at him. "Okay!" he replied. His eye lense twinkled with agitation. "I'll join with you." For now. |
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OOC: Oh, can ghost translate? *shrugs* Anyway...
IC: Shryke was pleased that they had (presumably) acquired another force to their bandwagon. Well, for now, they were all waiting in this cave, needing more information to act. Looks like this Ghost was up. "Right, well, since we're all pretty much sitting slurgs here, maybe you could fly out to the Sligs and see what they're doing now? And what kind of progress they're making towards here...?" -- Sklitch answered the Fleeches again "Well, we were carried in a fleet of a few, massive ships and deposited a few miles away from the Fleech mines. In which direction I don't know. This was quite a long time ago, because we still needed all this time excavate some underground fortresses, sleeping quarters, and the like as they weren't on the ship (hence what Shryke and Slurp found, the secret, fake tree stump). The ship may have left, probably. But anyway, the main base is a few miles...West of the mines, I think. Roughly. I'm not sure" |
Kolca's brother didn't seem very pleased with the answers Sklitch gave, but continued to question, "Thank you. However, I have a few more (questions). Do you Slogs have a (specific) area where you guys rest? And can direct us to one of the bases?"
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IC: "There's a small Slog Hut area above ground, in the main base. We got around from there using underground routes (as before) and 'temporary' smaller dens underground nearer to more important areas where we would be needed. As for directing anyone there, I dunno, wouldn't that be dangerous? If not for you, it's not like I had the best reputation in the first place...but then again, I don't think they know where I am. I reckon I could fake my way around back to normal, then use another mission to 'get lost'.
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Kolca's brother continued in his pleased voice, "Can you lead us there, like, within a while? We have Fleeches that can (regonize and memorize) the direction they are going, but we need you to lead the way. The queen plans a little (revenge) in the future."
Kolca tried to find any meaning to what the two were saying, but she found it impossible to understand them. A Fleech nearby screeched, "Can you understand them, Kolca?" Kolca grimaced and replied softily, "I have no idea." Hopefully, her brother can tell her later. |
IC: "Okay, I reckons I can lead the way. I reckon we could pick up some good info from Sligs too. Maybe Shryke should help...?"
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Kolca's brother tried to not show any annoyed signs on his half-face from just hearing Shryke's name and replied, "I'm fine with you leading the way, but (Shryke) must not know of this. He far too tired today, from today's events. It is better that he didn't know, so he won't get (stressed) out. Besides, there will be enough of us it (support) ourselves." He tied his tounge in pure hope that Sklitch would come without Shryke, since it would ruin their plan.
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OOC: Gillik actually plans to take everyone back to base.
Angela was still a bit suspicious. All her psychology didn't help against something with no face and a fuzzed voice. She had no idea what he was up to! She hated not being able to tell what somebody was thinking. She said to the orb, "Okay, we'll accept that you're telling the truth. But if you betray us, we will blow that pitiful orb to bits and leave you stuck for however long it takes you to make another one." -=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Gillik shrugged(or whatever the glukkon equivalent is) and got back in his pod. He picked up the now-stable Sindera and stored her in the cargo bay, then flew back to his ship. He hooked her up to some oxygen and other life-support, then sat down next to her. "So. Tell me everything that's happened since we lost contact," he said. |
IC Sklitch: "Shryke must be pretty tired today, I suppose it can't do any harm, can it? So! When are we leaving?"
OOC: What happened to Griff then? And the Mudokons who were with Sindera? |
OOC: That's interesting. How does Angela know so much about Ghost and what he is?
IC: Oh, so they're threatening me now? Ghost was both irritated and amused by this Vykker's outburst. "Whatever, fourarms." He turned to the bizzare creature beside it. He preferred speaking to this thing than the Vykker. Besides, the more images of it he got, the more likely he was to find out what it was. "What can be done around here then? I'll see if I can lend a hand. So to speak." |
OOC: I presume Angela knows enough of industrial technology to figure it's being controlled by someone from a long distance, and that it's a modified orb etc.
IC Shryke: "Well, thank you if you're willing to help, but as I said earlier, maybe you'd go and investigate what the Sligs are doing, what progress they're making, etc. Go towards the forest and there's a big crevice going along through the forest, which you can follow to the old Fleech mine which they were using. Normally this would be dangerous for us, but I doubt Paramites would attempt to eat a floating metal orb that can zap them." |
Sindera tried to lose herself back into a sleep, but the activities that were going on did not allow her to do so. All she wanted to do was to rest, not be forced to go back into battle. So when she was laying in a bed, she winced at just trying to answer. The pulse in her heart was slowing down by the minute, and she couldn't force herself back into a resting state. Her vision luckily darkened, and she sighed. At last, she can rest without fear of Paramites attacking her.
She tried to close her eyes, while trying to go through the events that happened. There was the orders, the attacks, the seperations, and the annoyance. All of things that she was use to. She barely was able whisper, but still managed to say, "After we stopped talking, I.... I ordered Mudokons and their guards to make camp. Afterwards, I ordered to eliminate the trees on the mine, as well as any Fleeches. I was to learn that half of our men died in the battle with wildlife and natives, so I went to scout with an officer. While scouting, I got gorged by a Paramite. Now I'm too weak to fight. But then.... Angela came and nearly shot me. I survived and two Mudokons came and saved me from being eaten by Paramites. And now, I here, being...." She couldn't keep talking. The attack wiped out her ability to do that temporaryily. She layed her head against the pillow and fell into a coma. At last, rest. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Kolca's brother kept his joy out of his face, while replying eagerly, "Good. We'll tell some others, while you go wait at the enterance." He hastily turned around to face his sister and the others, and told them joyfully of the what they were discussing in Fleech. Kolca grimly screeched in appeal, while her brother hastily told the others to bring the half of the community to go and meet them. Kolca clenched her teeth in the great news, for she was pleased with the news. The plan was working out perfectily, as the Fleeches fled to tell the others. -=-=-=-=-=-= Slurp 1 found himself in a small room, that was rather interesting to be in. the room was purely ground, but it was closed into a square, with nothing but dirt around him. He sensed that there was only one other member in the room, and it was a white Scrab. It was The Albino Scrab. He gleefully wanted to tell the spirit of his success, but the Scrab took the first word. And it wasn't happy. "Slurp, your first quest is complete. Now finish the next by preventing the Fleeches from making the choice that will cost them dearly. And this must be done fast, for I am losing my powers to help your friends. Now quick, make the right choice." Slurp was surprised by the spirit's words, for he expected something different. But he had no chance to responde, for he drifted back into his sleep. If only he would awake some time. |
IC: "K" said Sklitch, and he walked out to the entrance and lay down, looking out into the open.
OOC: Just saying, I still need to know if Griff was taken up into the aircraft. |
Slurp 1&2 concidently awoke from their slumber at the same time, to see that most of the Fleeches were still there. Slurp 2 scanned the environment to see if there was trouble, but only to see that the multi-limbed craeture with the huge head, awoke and was carrying something in its hand. He had strange memories of being near the creature, but the thing that disturbed him was that the thing the creature was holding was very much similar to a gun. That was the thing that ticked him off.
Slurp 1 sensed that Slurp 2 and was joyful. At last, he could complete his journey. But before he could say anything, he was horrified by Slurp 2's reply to all of this, "Are you Fleeches crazy?! Am I suppose to sit down here, and let all of this happen before my very eyes!?! You all are going under a trap! And a dirty one at that!! Can't you see that he is holding a gun!?!? And can't you see that the orb is a scout for the enemies!?! I want to leave this place so I won't have sit through another hard loss, like I did earlier today!! And don't come crying to me when you all die!!" Slurp 2 huffed while scanning to see other Fleeches, in rather confusion of what he just said. Slurp 1 looked at Slurp 2, as he began to leave the cave, in rather worriness and fearfullness. He didn't know he was so angry. Slurp 1 screeched at him, "No, wait..." Slurp 2 hastily turned back and snapped his jaws shut in front of Slurp 1's face. He was threatning to harm his own half-self, which made the rest of the Fleeches surprised at his actions. Immidentily, tounges of venegence struck Slurp 2, as slowly tried to make his way out of the cave, while biting at the Fleeches. Slurp 1 could only stand and watch how much his half self had changed. He quickly screeched at Shryke, "Don't go after him if you don't want to. He made up his mind on how he will live, like I had made mine." OOC: Big change, but this is what I could do. |
IC Shryke: Shryke was extremely shocked at Slurp 2's very sudden anger. Slurp 2 was quite an important character, and he didn't see why they should make a loss. They'd spent alot of trouble trying to find Slurp 2 and failing, so he didn't want him to just leave.
Shryke quickly went out after him, screeching "I'll see what I can do" as he followed Slurp 2 out. Catching up with him, he then said "Slurp. Listen a moment. Don't be so sudden in your response to what you just seen. Take a minute to think at least. The Vykker in there is not holding a true gun, it's merely a damaging impulse through connections through that orb. If it was a dangerous gun and I knew it, I would have probably taken it, or she would have shot us, surely? The orb can do no direct harm to us, and I doubt it knows enough of the area to be a threat. Look, if a serious problem comes up, and you were right and I was wrong, you can bite my legs off or something, okay? I'm not forcing you to stay. I'm just asking you to think a minute and reconsider. We spent alot of trouble trying to find you before you returned, and I don't want to see you leave now. But even if you don't return, why the sudden personality change? You didn't used to be anything like this." |