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Tartar sauce! *swears* Crud, plot ball has been stuck inna rut... Damn you Cylepso, and your over-ly girly nails! *shakes fist* Ahem. The nasty sligs seem to help build momentum, like a snowball, for want of an example, as they create tension, and enduce the 'sneakiness' of the mud workers... Soooo, may need recall order, must brood, and wonder on things further... Noes, Factory damage as we speak (well, type) where are those machincal dudes when ya need 'em? |
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Bolas hopped off the train, his pants screaming in detest with a sharp scraping sound. The Slig looked up at the big industrial beast that was Rupture Farms in slight awe. For a second Bolas had a strange inkling that this place was very important to all in Mudos... but he shrugged it off and started walking into the meat processing plant. Bolas, having no idea where he was going, started projecting his voice down the halls in hopes of being heard, "Hi. Tha names Bolas. I'm lookin for a job."
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Doe, the native Mudokon hiding behind enemy lines, was actually getting pretty good at cleaning the hard, cold, metal floors of Industrial buildings. It had felt like an eternity since Doe has first infiltrated Rupture Farms intent on shutting down. Well upon going under cover, wearing the black and white striped garments of a scrub worker, Doe discovered that Rupture Farms is about as much a threat to Mudos as rain is to the mountains. The Tomahawker didn't know why he still resided in the meat processing plant... perhaps the place had grown on him?
No that wasn't it Doe hated the walls forever closing him away from the rest of the world, the ceiling that obscured his view of the majestic sky, and those damn abominable mechanical contraptions called machines that paled in comparison to the beauty of the flora he was accustomed to. Then why was it that he found himself carrying a dank rag down the haunted corridors of this accursed place? Was it that dark Mudokon female? That Dionysia? Who is she? Correction: What is she? Doe thought back to the time he looked into the female's soul. It had seemed so dark and twisted... but now that Doe thought about it... there was something else. Snapping Doe out of his inner thoughts he heard the deep, croaky voice of a Slig shouting down the halls. The Mudanchee warrior paused to comprehend the horrible pronunciation so common in Slig speech to see if he could understand what the trigger happy industrial was so excited about. Just then the creature from which the noise had produced presented itself before Doe at a incredulous speed. The Slig wasted no time introducing himself; instead it pointed its gun at Doe and shouted, "Freeze!" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- No one seemed to be around or at least they did not respond to Bolas. "This place seems pretty laid back. Bolas thought to himself as he walked down the halls, "if I've landed anotha job where I can sleep all day I must be da luckiest Slig alive." Just then he smelled the familiar pleasant odor of something burning. Bolas chuckled, "I hope dey aren't burnin Muds widout me." The Slig let his mechanical legs carry him towards the source of the smoke and found a scorched Mudokoken body sprawled on the ground in obvious pain just outside a room the smoke was vacating from. Bolas inspected the Mudokon body and could see their was still life in the thing's body. Pity. Bolas took a gander into the smoke retching room and saw that a portion of the machines were aflame. Bolas did something few Sligs ever do... take a moment to think. Bolas considered throwing the Mud back into the flames and watch as it convulsed and screamed in pain. That could be very amusing, but at the same time if that fire got to big the place might burn down. If Rupture Farms was nothing but ashes it would be pretty hard to work their. Having no job meant a trip to mom... Bolas needed help to put out this fire. Bolas kicked the singed Mudokon in the ribs and roared, "Get up!" Not waiting to see if the piece of slurg deposit got up or not Bolas ran down an unfamiliar hall screaming as loud as he could manage, [i]"Fiah! Fiah! Fiah! Dere's a fiah back 'ere!" As Bolas turned a corner he saw something moving in the shadows. Using his infra-red vision Bolas was able to see it was a Mudokon wearing normal work attire, but something was in its hand. Unable to ascertain what the object was Bolas took the safest measure and assumed it was a weapon. Bolas aimed his blunderbuss at the Mud's head and shouted, "Freeze!" Unlike most workers this Mudokon didn't drop to the ground and cover its head instantly; instead it just stared at Bolas as if the Slig were a blank piece of parchment. Having a moment longer to look at the Mud worker Bolas realized the object in the Mud's hand was just a filthy rag used for cleaning. Chagrined Bolas tried to compose himself and muttered, "Da room back dere is on fiah. Go fix it." The Mudokon didn't say anything or take that blank expression of its face. The worker simply nodded and ran towards the burning room. Bolas sighed, "Firs day on da job and dey already got me workin." |
The FeeCo train started slowing down as it approached Rupture Farms. Lobe stood up and peeked out a small window, seeing the beautiful landscape turning into a dark-grey big chunk of metal and smoke. He sighed as the train stopped. "Well, here iam. I should go find the boss" He said to himself as he wandered inside. There were old blood stains and grafitti everywhere on the walls. "Oh geez, someones been busy." He passed a long empty corridor with a few crates along the walls. "Gotta go find the boss now, then ill see what happens next." He thought as he wandered off...
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Valtharr sat in the train to the new RF and had his Flying Equipment in a bag, so he now was more a crawling slig. When he arrived at Rupture Farms, he thought: "Well that's the factory of this softy named Arnie? Okay...time to do some terror..." With his Flying Equipment equipped, he went to search the boss...
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OOC: A lot of new characters are coming in.
IC: Roy now made his way into the halls of the great factory. He still had his little wash cloth with him. "What else needs to be cleaned." He wondered. He looked down one hall and then down the next seeing if there was anything else he might have missed. But of course Roy couldn't clean this whole factory all by himself. It was impossible for one Mudokon. He passed by another hall and noticed another Mudokon(Lobe)walking threw the halls. He put his wash cloth in his back pocket and ran beside the other Mudokon. "Excuse me...are you new here?" Roy asked panting a little. OOC: I'm still waiting on WaterMelody and Dripik. =) |
OOC: Uuhhh...I think I'll post later, s'just that I seemed to of lost interest and Warcraft RP servers devoured my soul.
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ooc: Alas, have we at last reached the final page of our dear W@RF, now even Zozo and Dripik have lost interest? Will I forever be known as the mod who killed RPG?
Well I hope the answer to both those questions is 'no'. I won't beg; I won't plead; I'll just post, cross my fingers and hope work continues in Rupture Farms. IC: Kix, upon hearing Anni shout, turned to see her running towards the factory again with Jim chasing her. Wondering what Jim had said, she turned her back on Hembar and ran after them, but as they had a considerable head start she quickly lost them in the factory. Anni decided to shake off Jim by running to the bathroom on the upper floor and locking the door. She made it through the corridors on the ground floor without meeting anyone but as she turned into the stairs she crashed triumphantly into a vykker. "What are you doing, Mud?" Yelled a voice she recognised as that of the tall female, Dionysia. She had been thrown onto her back by the collision and it took her a few seconds to regain her senses. "Watch where you're going, slave!" Roared the vykker she had crashed into. She glared up at him and shuffled backwards a few feet before standing up. "Rushing about, crashing into your superiors when you ought to be working! You're lucky I don't have you shot by the next slig I see." Anger was rushing through Anni; her own anger - not Nova's. She wanted to run away from him (how she hated vykkers!) but he was in her way. "All the muds in this place are like this," Hissed Dionysia, the misery stemming from her conversation with Krik feeding her own rage, "None of them do any work, all stupid and ignorant, but this one's one of the worst." Krik glared down at Anni and then pushed past her, like she was just a door in his way. She wanted to scream at him but she held her anger in. Dionysia walked past her with her nose in the air and Anni noticed Jim standing against the wall down the corridor, letting the vykker past without resisting, and Anni suddenly felt completely alone. Krik arrived at the cafeteria and spotted Arnie sitting at a table. He approached him, leering his vykker-ish leer, and sat beside him. "Good afternoon Arnie; good to see you again. I thought today we could have a little talk about your employees, as I ran into an apparently metally deficient slig on my way here, and a mudokon who was definately not working." ooc: That's me done with Kix. Hoping Nexy will come back for her but if not I guess she'll fade to obscurity. I really don't want this RPG to die guys. (On a partially related note, I recently added the lastest chapter to my tory about Dionysia, Anni, Krik, and another of my W@RF characters and it is now available in fancorner; the latest chapter says a fair bit about Dionysia came to be the girl she is today, which may be useful for Venks and Doe, if he's still around. Check it out if you're interested.) |
OOC: Kinda hard to do anything when no one does anything, eh?
IC: Silph saw a Vykker and some female Mudokon leave the lab as he reached it. He went in anyway. The lab was now quite empty, it would seem. Various tools and equipment lay on desks, and various complex machinery hung from the ceiling. Maybe not a good idea to touch anything. However, Silph then heard some shouting further down the corridor. He left the lab and came apon the Vykker and Mudokon, who were just leaving, and two other Mudokons who remained. He hadn't heard anything clearly, so he asked "...what was that all about?" Kotez yawned and stood up. The Mudokons had run back into the factory, though where to he still didn't know. He looked to the horizon. This place was just...nah. He didn't really like it here. He didn't even want a job. Steefs were supposed to be wild creatures...he decided that would be where he ought to go. So, with that, he chose his direction and walked away. OOC: I ditched Kotez because...well, I think he sucks as a character :P Doesn't do anything useful or interesting. And Slash is still waiting for Dripik :P |
When can I join this RPG?
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ooc: I'm not sure about your character Meech. I assume by 'hint fly' you mean the glowing insects that Abe chants to in AO. i really can't see a character so tiny having much impact on the RPG. I suggest you try a slig or mudokon.
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Maybe it can be a rare type of Hint Fly, and after the Vykker puts him in can, and throws it somewhere in the basement, he remembers that it's so rare. Then he tells everyone, so everyone wants to find and catch him.
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OOC: Might be a bit difficult persuading members here to even bother in the first place. Why would you even want a freakin' Hint Fly as a character? Why not try something with an actual body?
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Okay, I'll just choose a Scrab.
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The Scrab won't be able to work at Rupture Farms. It'll just be sent in a crate or something then be chopped up into food.
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I'll choose a slig then.
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(Tries) Yay half a post.
IC (GROUND FLOOR) (CAFETERIA) Population: Cylepso, RG-49, Arnie, Vester, Lenny, Ralph, Roy, Otto, Silph, Slax, Nox, Scri, Phats, Silph, Slash, Krett, Dionysia "Really?" Cylepso clapped her pink-nailed hands together, "My, aren't you a tall one?" She giggled and brushed some dust off her sleeve. "Even older then my wee baby." Tiro smiled dumbly then stopped. She definitely wasn't fertile, let alone a queen...How could she possibly have a baby? "Your baby...?" He stared up at Cylepso in honest curiosity, his tennis ball eyes begging for an explanation. Tiny grew bored of the place and tiptoed over to two sligs (Vester and Lenny), a big bro and a...Polkadot one. Even when he Abe-sneaked like a timid child, his footsteps of his pants still rattled the floor and made loud mechanical noises. "Hi you guys..." He scratched his neck shyly. Looking sheepish, he stomped outside, dodging the scowling Scarface on his way out. (OUTSIDE THE CAFETERIA) Population: Bolas, Wic, Roy, Nox, KrettDimitro lay limply on the floor, his bones jutting out from his skin. Where was Agent? Or Tiny? Or Cylepso? Or...Scarface, dare he say? He flinched at a sliggish voice shouting down the hall, taking in its words. "Fiah! Fiah! Fiah! Dere's a fiah back 'ere!" Fire...A fire? Most times he thought of himself of no use, but now he was already up and running to the production lines instinctively. The massive bigbro and his worst enemy also went dashing to the production lines like they cared much. (FIRST FLOOR) (DEK'S LAB) Population: Only AgentAfter going mad, pacing about on her hands at speed and gnawing at whatever she could, the butchy slig tackled the door, yanking at the hinges and wherever else she could grip onto it. She began taking out all her rage on the metal cage door, when finally a little sound of metal pinging and a clattering crash stunned her. After hauling the thing off its hinges...It was open. A mad smile crossed her face before she let loose a cackle, picked up her pink floppy doll by its neck in her teeth and began whizzing about in circles, laughing madly, leaping, rolling and chasing her own tail like a dog on catnip. She barely noticed a weird creature (Silph) at the last minute and dived into a table for protection. Just as it was leaving that door, she sprang out in a mad dash and dived out of that door, into the corridor. (FIRST FLOOR) (FIRST FLOOR) Population: Only Agent?Slapping onto the floor with that vykker doll lying limp in her mouth, her wide eyes went wider before she grinned wickedly. Oblivious to everyone else, she resumed chasing her own tail and yapping away like a papillion. |
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ooc: Krik and Dionysia are now in the cafeteria. Anni and Jim are on the ground floor, at the bottom of the stairs leading to the first floor. Looking at the map, that would be the stairs outside the main grinders.
MeechShrykull, we're not picking on you when we say animal characters just don't work. We've had a few in the past but they rarely stick around for very long and they tend just to cause trouble since they can't communicate with anyone without causing panic. You should be ok with a good slig though :fuzwink: |
Do I have to use ooc and ic here?
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OOC: Yes.
It's nice to see other people back here. And new people aswell. =) |
ooc: I shall ask Dripik if he's still interested in playing. If not, we'll have to think about what to do with his characters.
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OOC: It seems I have no choice, I have to post in here once in a while. Besides, giving my characters away would be a disgrace. [/sarcasm]
------------------------------------- Otto followed Gappiqu as the Slig walked out from the Cafeteria. After a short walk to a small room which looked like a workshop - he couldn't tell if he has seen it before. Gappiqu set up the computer, worked on it a little bit, then told Otto that they were ready. He took a few steps closer to the machine on the table, uncertain of what to do. He turned to Gappiqu. "Um, what's suppose to happen now?" He wondered if all this fitted into his position as Flak Clerk. ------------------------------------- Rick ran into the Cafeteria and skidded to stop beside Corky, who, by the looks of it, was looking for his Slog. Rick, panting, looked around and spotted one not too far away. The Slog seemed to jump at Scri with a little too playful intent. Rick shook Corky's shoulder a bit. "Hey, if that's your Slog, you better call it back quick!" he said, worried. ------------------------------------- Arnie, still sitting in the Cafeteria, saw Slash flying up to him. "Arnie, sir, I have succeeded in mostly repairing the main central pulley, however, the wire for the lever summons is damaged, and it would be dangerous to attempt repairing this wire unless I could temporarily shut off mains power. Do I have permission to do this? Shouldn't take longer than 10 minutes, and then the lift will be usable again. It's been in a state for a while..." "Well, uh... Good work with the lift, but shutting of the main power..." Arnie was trying to find a good excuse to avoid that. He remembered a certain someone who did that in the very same facility not soo long ago. Luckily, RG interrupted. "Turning off the main power would result in a complete shutdown of the factory's production system. This would mean that certain, more primitve mechanisms would need manual restoration, meaning that the staff would be rather engaged in the following few hours. Instead of that, I would advise you to look for the Power Distribution panel. It should be near the Main Switch - the one you wanted to turn off. With the help of it, you should be able to shut off only those main circuits which are connected to the lift you are repairing." Arnie, agape for a second, turned back to Slash, rearranging his expression quickly. "See? That could work as well." he said, and cast a thankful grin towards RG. A few moments later, Krik came up to his table and sat down, with Dionysia at his side (?). "Good afternoon Arnie; good to see you again. I thought today we could have a little talk about your employees, as I ran into an apparently metally deficient slig on my way here, and a mudokon who was definately not working." said the Vykker. "Why do you want to talk about them? Seeing how Sligs are, I'm not exactly..." Arnie broke off for a moment, seeing that #7 Slig was not too far away from them. He leant closer to Krik and lowered his voice. "...I'm not exactly surprised that you've seen a demented one. As for Mudokons, today has just started, so I wouldn't judge them too hastily." |
OOC: Hey Dripik. :)
IC: Corky was a little shocked that his Slog ran off on him like that. But Phats was just as crazy as his master. He and Rick were now both in the Cafeteria. As soon as Rick touched Corky's shoulder he noticed Phats jumping up at Scri. Corky stepped forward and gribbed his gun tightly. "Phats! You dumb Slog!" He yelled angrily at his playful pet. Phats stopped immedatly in his tracks but with his mouth still wide open. "Get over here!" Corky said annoyed by Phat's playful behavior. Phats just barked happily and ran up beside his angry master. Corky then hit Phats upside the head with the butt of his gun. "You know you're not supposed to run off on your own like that!" Phats whimpered loudly. Corky then hit him again. "Now you shut up! I don't wanna hear that mess!" Now Corky was sure he'd never let his pet outta his sight again. Corky then paid his attention to Rick standing beside him. "I'm sorry about all this Rick." He said not looking at poor Phats. |
Rick watched as Corky called at the Slog (Phats), who stopped immediately and came over to them. Corky seemed to be in a temper, but still, Rick was relieved that the Slog didn't eat Scri or anyone else. "Phew. Close one. You sure have a firm control over your..." he said, but cut off as Corky hit Phats with the stock of his gun.
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"Hardly started?" Krik repeated with a raised eyebrow, "The sun is up and people will be wanting their midday meal soon! You call this hardly started?" By people he of course meant executves and vykkers; the workers were of course not important enough to require three meals a day. "As for the sligs, these are employees that you have hired; isn't it your responsibility to ensure efficiency in the people you pay? It is you who is loosing money from this. I doubt I have to remind you of the instructions you recieved from the Magog Cartel when you recieved Dionysia."
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ic: Croto was thrown into the RuptureFarms FeeCo train by 2 Big Bro Sligs. He didn't want to work in RuptureFarms. He knew there's no SoulStorm Brew there. But he still had to go.
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Arnie raised his brow in disbelief, but didn't reply to Krik's remark on the earliness. In his opinion, it was just time for breakfast. And from where the Vykker got the idea that the sun was up, Arnie had no idea. Most of the factory's light was artificial - there were no windows, except in the Executive R+R, as far as he knew.
When Krik continued with the topic of the Sligs, Arnie replied almost unintentionally. "'Employees that I have hired?' I think that's an overstatement, seeing that I employ everyone who comes here... Sorry, everyone the Cartel sends here." said Arnie suddenly. "From what I know, workforce is usually distributed by the Cartel. Am I to blame if they send me all the schyzophrenic-psycho-nutter workers they can find?" he said heatedly. Another of those 'temper-losing' moments... |
IC: Slash remained quiet for a moment, wondering why he hadn't thought of that "That's a much better idea, actually. Thank you sir, the lift should be operational again soon" He gave a salute, and headed away. He'd need to check up on the factory's schematics, they were likely somewhat different to those of a Vykkers lab...
Such things usually tended to be lower down in the facility, in place such as the cellar. Exploring the older parts of the factory, he seemed to find it in the basement. The dust, plastic cover protected the switches from the animals that now had access to it...as well as some old Paramite web. He pulled it off and threw it aside and lifted the switch. The text underneath wasn't too badly worn away...one clearly labelled "Lifts". Seemed simple enough. He flipped the switch to the off position and replaced the plastic cap before returning to the upper floors. After collecting some wire supplies, he returned to the lift. Back at the lift, the powered off wire was now safe to work on. He pulled it out from the wall and cut the frayed ends off. He then attached a new length of wire between, clipped it to the wall and covered it in rubber sealant. It now seemed quite safe. All that was needed was to reactivate the power. After replacing all the equipment and keeping a grip on his shotgun, he headed again for the basement. |
Hmm.. Im pondering on whether I should re-join or not....
But On the other hand.. I just can't be arsed to read back and get involved in the plot(if there even is any). Hmm hmm hmm. |
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ic: 1 week later: Croto was lucky Abe didn't kill him. He was looking for SoulStorm Brew and Mudokons to beat.
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Out Of Coffee: Hey peeps. I'd like to join. I posted my character profiles on the character form, so is there anything else I need to do? :D
EDIT: Okay, I just re-read the rules, so i'm pretty sure I can just start. :D Name: Mola Race: Grubb Gender: Male Age: 20 in human years (but has the brain capacity of an eight-year-old, pretty much) Appearance: He’s short and thin, with large eyes that are a robins-egg blue and pale green skin. He wears a pair of swamp green swimming trunks with mustard-colored stitches that are slightly big for him, a domed straw hat, and a satchel that he wears strapped to his back. Personality: He’s a complete spazz, often running full-throttle into walls without even realizing it. He’s outgoing, extremely talkative, and irritating, and will do absolutely anything for attention. He acts before he thinks, but no matter what the outcome is, he always ends up alright and somehow manages to do it again. He’s also sympathetic, gullible, and a very easy person to talk to. Equipment: The only thing he carries is his satchel, which is packed with items that he manages to find uses for even though they’d be useless otherwise. (Ex. A roll of plastic wrap that he uses as a numchuck) He can run really, really fast, and has the stamina of a work horse. I didn't know where to put that part. o.o;; History: He was discovered as an orphan by the Wetland Village, a village on, wouldn’t you know it, a wetland. It was inhabited by friendly grubbs who raised him as a group; he calls all the females who took care of him ‘mom’ and all the males ‘dad’. Because of this lifestyle he grew to be extremely outgoing, though he never lost his habit of being a pain in the butt. The grubbs decided that he needed him to put all his energy to use somehow, so sent him off to Rupture Farms in search of work. Name: Ophelia, leader of the Wetland Village Race: Grubb Gender: Female Age: 26 in human years Appearance: A tall female grubb wearing typical leader garb: spiky red headdress, red arm bands, and a red bikini top with a matching loincloth. She has silver eyes, long eyelashes, normal grey skin, and coal-black tail and elbow fins. Personality: She acts sweet and innocent, but often snaps like a twig and goes from angel to spawn of the devil in seconds. Afterwards she’s bossy, obnoxious, rude, mean, and an overall psychopath. Equipment: An Uzi-like gun that she spray-painted cherry pink. She keeps it at her hip by a red belt around her waist, and has a belt of bullet cartridges that she wears like a sash on one shoulder. History: She was born in the Wetland village and was chosen from birth to be the successor of the previous leader. She was raised to be a perfect leader for the grubbs: peaceful, considerate, charismatic. Unfortunately, she was none of these. From the start she was a rough-and-tumble tomboy who liked pro wrestling more than the latest fashion, and no matter what her family tried, they couldn’t change her. Eventually she became leader, but acted more like a warlord. All the young grubbs who were only interested in fighting looked up to her. One day she decided was Mola seriously needed to get a job and burn the endless stores of energy in his body, so she journeyed with him to Rapture Farms to find him work. BIC: After what felt like hours of trying to find seats, getting cramps from sitting in the same position, and Mola pointing out every single thing that passed ('Look, a scrab!' 'Look, a tree!') the train finally ground to a hault. The doors swung open and Mola sprang out as nimble as a leaping gazelle with a loud "WEEEEE!" and hit the ground with the grace of a rock. Ophelia groaned and pulled Mola up off the floor, and he glanced around the gloomy room, his eyes wide with dread. They were on the second floor train station. Ophelia frowned. So much for a first impression. She thought, her eyes shifting uneasily. They had come here in search of work for Mola, who had a virtually endless supply of energy to burn and nothing to use it on. They had diligently searched for weeks, with no success; Mola never stayed occupied on one task for long, and had more fun running up and down hallways for hours than manual labor. "This place is scary." Mola said suddently. Ophelia sighed. She had planned to just dump the energenic grubb when they arrived, but the more she looked around, the more she realised she just couldn't do that: Mola would just get lost on his own in such a place. He was very vunerable. Ophelia made a determined face and marched right in the building, Mola shuffling warily behind and peeking over her shoulder. Ophelia crossed her arms, satisfied. "You see? Its not so bad. Sure its a little depressing... some of its a bit dececript... and," she sniffed the air, "...it smells funny. But i'm sure there must be some work, I mean, this place is a mess, so..." her voice trailed off. Mola stepped forward. He looked around, left, right, up... "Look!" Mola cried, pointing a trembling finger at the cieling. "A spider!" He sprang at it, flailing his arms and hopping around in a circle. Ophelia said sourly; "Yes. Its a spider." "But look!" He exclaimed, still jumping at it. "Have you ever just looked at a spider? They have eight legs! What's up with that?!" Ophelia inhaled deeply and released a deep, shuddering sigh. Surely nobody would hire him, right? |
ooc: Moosh, you are officially the 150th person to join W@RF. Congraturation. (Don't ask how I know that).
I love the name Ophelia; you can stay just for that. :p I wouldn't be surprised if she went further than Mola in fact. But could you please also post your character profiles here, for the benefit of anyone who comes to read this at a later date, as some people do. Just edit them into your last post. Also I have a new version of the W@RF map I made ages ago, which I'll post here and edit into the first post since it's been knocking about so long. IC: Ah, so most or Arnie's workers were chosen for him by the Cartel? Apparently they didn't like him much. "Well, I suggest you see what can be done about keeping a tighter reign on them at any rate," Krik replied. "I don't enjoy inspecting you any more than I imagine you enjoy these inspections. I know I at least have better things to do but I too must bow to the Cartel." He gave a smile that could easily have been mistaken for a grimace, or perhaps it was a grimace that could easily be mistaken for a smile. Dionysia meanwhile had dumped the female slig's pants under a chair as her arms had been aching (ooc: remember she took Agent's pants from the lab) and was now getting bored of listening to Krik and Arnie talking. She was wondering if she might manage to sneak away without upsetting Krik. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Jim didn't know what to do. Anni had been so happy when they'd first met, except when the slig Stivik was around, but that had all been sorted out and Stivik had left. It had seemed for a while after that that she had been happy but all to quickly her mood had slumped again. Somedays she was excited and then things like this happened. It was wierd; he didn't know what to do about any of it. And now here they were at the bottom of some stairs. She was sitting there looking utterly defeated, despondent. He didn't know what to do. "I'm sorry," He said at length. "I mean I should have believed what you said." He didn't feel right saying that; there was obviously something wrong and ignoring it wouldn't make it go away. But what could he do? If he tried to push her to answer she blocked him off. "Look, lets just do whatever you want to do for a bit. Go out to the stockyards or look for Somi, or..." Anni rose to her feet, "I just want to be alone for a bit." She told him, without malice. She glanced at him to tell him not to refuse and though he didn't feel like he was looking after her as a friend should, he stayed where he was and watched her climb the stairs out of sight. ooc: Nexy, if you come back I'll give you a cookie and name the next chapter of The Despicable 'The Chocolate' in your honour. As for your characters, Kix just ran into the factory looking for Anni who's having one of those days, and Dean and Javi haven't been seen in an age. Chaos occurs in the cafeteria (illiteration rocks) and a female slig's gone crazy outside the lab. Meech, just what? Try backreading, get an idea of the plot. This RPG takes place several years after Abe's Oddysee. |
Out of Coffee: Right, tis' done. :D I have an hour to burn so i'll just put this here now.
150th? Whoo! I feel special! xD BIC: Ophelia grabbed Mola's shoulders and swung him around so that they were face to face. "Okay, listen to me, Mola. I'm going to try to find -STOP LOOKING AT THE SPIDER- whoever owns this place, okay? Just stay. Right. Here." She pointed at the ground. "Can you do that?" Mola nodded. "Yup." "You're sure?" "Positively." "You'll stay? Right here?" "Yes." "No running off, getting lost, me having to find you again...?" "Uh-huh." "Really?" "Yup!" "Okay," Ophelia said warily, backing up a few steps. "I'm going now. To find whoever works here." Mola nodded. "And you're going to stay here." He nodded again. "Okay. I'll be going now." She said, biting her lip and worriedly continuing down the left hallway. She spotted a sign that read 'Executive Office'. They'll know where I should go, She decided, pushing open the door and stepping inside. --- Mola looked around, yawned boredly, scratched his foot. Suddently he thought he heard a sound. "Hello?" he called. He took a few steps to the right, and stopped in his tracks. Ophelia wants me to stay here. He remembered. I have to stay here. But as he looked down the hallway the urge to explore became even stronger. He groaned and looked to the left. Ophelia was nowhere in sight. I'll just be gone a second, He thought, grinning and running down the right hallway. He hurried through a room with an R&R sign and skipped down the staircase exitedly, towards the sound of voices. His grin grew wider; it sounded as though this floor was the place to be at the moment. After careening wildly through the Product Warehouse he found himself in yet another hallway; it looked almost the same as the one on the floor above, only with one difference. Mola sniffed the air; there was food! "I'm hungry." He exclaimed, darting into the cafeteria with the force of a miniature avalanche and skidding to a hault with whiplash recklessness. He paused to adjust his hat and his swimming trunks- it never hurt to look tidy for a first impression. |
ic: Several years later: Croto was lying on the RuptureFarms floor with a SoulStorm Brew bottle in his hand.
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OOC: Here's my post for whoever missed it.
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(FIRST FLOOR) (FIRST FLOOR CORRIDOR) Population: Only Agent?Trying to maul your own tail grew dull after a while. Suddenly jerking up, she clung to her pink floppy vykker doll in her masked tentacled mouth and dashed off, bounding with agility and speed down a corridor. No one would mind if she went through that bathroom, into the passage, down the stairs...Wait, what was she doing again? No matter. She leant down like a crazed hunting cat and sprang into the door twice, bonking her head and getting it open the second time. Off she went with an almighty springing step in her hands. (GROUND FLOOR) (OUTSIDE THE PRODUCTION LINES) Population: Bolas, KrettDimitrio skidded to a halt, panting with a visibly expanding ribcage. "Fire?!" He wheezed to a slig (Bolas). Scarface stared blankly at a singed mudokon (Krett). He just...Lay there limply. He could be dead. For all Scarface cared, anyways. He merely sniffed and loaded his gun with an audible click. Tiny merely wailed and lifted the body, cradling it in tears and stampeding back down the hallway, to the cafeteria. He should of heard a tumble down the stairs, heavy breathing and something hurtling towards him on her hands, but he didn't. The smoking room (The production lines) was a tad too distracting. Before he could realise it, less than 4 foot of muscle and female had him knocked and pinned to the cold hard floor. Man, those bruises would ache like heck tommorow. His spine, ribs, shoulders and collarbone screamed out his fragility. Why couldn't people see he wanted to be alone and leave him be? Dimitrio strained his neck and yelped when he saw Agent's face, demented black eyes behind her visors and a toy dangling from her mouth. She was still naked (Thank Odd she had no nipples or they would both cry). As if knowing he was about to speak, she put a finger to her lips and whispered creepily, a happy demented tone of voice. "We can't let the Zrilufet get you..." She shot a chill down his spine. Looks like she re-remembered things they would rather both forget. Before he could use his robotic left arm to help pry her off (something he got for being amputated alive by teeth), she bit the back of his neck with her doll still in her mouth, and proceeded to drag him down the corridor in his pants as he screamed. Scarface merely gawped and blinked at the sight as she dashed past Tiny and towards the cafeteria. He slowly turned back around to face Bolas. "So where's the fire?" He said, as if the thick smoke billowing out of the room wasn't there. |
OOC: Well, Krett wont be regaining consciousness for a while so nothing to post yet but i still need to clear things up. Tiny's being dragged down the hall toward the cafeteria right? or is that Dimitro?
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