Kilsa was somewhat perplexed at Gappiqus shakyness , he didnt feel comfortable talking about things that scared him , but , he forced an answer from his lips.
Kilsa : Oh , that old sour puss? Hes well and good , looks like he will be of the table and ...unfortunatley , released upon the public , hopefully he wont cause a ruckus , if hes taken his chill pills! _______________________________________________ Stuey felt comforted with Dek and Slaps prescence , maybe it was the chill pills , but he felt protected with the medical personel . He took the knockout needle . Stuey : Hey , thanks guys! Ill give this to him right now! Then we can bring him into Arnies , and see to it that he gets a little bit of " sing sing " ! He plomped off , only to find Srag with his retinue outside Arnies office waiting to talk to Arnie himself , Srag caught a glimpse of him . " Theres more? Ill have to lure him away from his gang! " Stuey thought to himself . He darted back to inform Slap and Dek on the current situation. ______________________________________________ Srag saw Stuey run off , A breif moment of panic entered his body as he wondered what Stuey was going to do next , he turned to his gang . Srag : Right boys , its now or never! We are running out of time! #1 rushfully slipped the papers under Arnies door , along with a handwritten note saying : " here are our papers , we have permition to explore the premises " And they ran off after Stuey , to see what his next move would be. |
Carl was almost at Arnies office when he noticed some some inhabidents at the door. Carl just ignored them walked infront of them and knocked on the door (HARD) finaly hopeing to finaly get the factory and revenge on Arnie...
----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Locke and Mr. Eko were still running through the hallways when they came to the Board Room. Locke: The Boardroom hey? Mr. Eko: Wonder if the so called boss Arnie is here? They looked in... |
OOC: Oh damn yeah. I forgot about that Slaveless and I forgot Slap wasn't in the Lab. Let's just say Dek got fed up of waiting for Slap to bring Arthur and went himself. ;). Plus this means my characters can finally interact with each other.
IC: Dek shook his head. "Oh no. I will not be involved with any gangster business. I'm a surgeon and an inventor, not an urban criminal. I'll help you in terms of medical aid, but no more. You want this Slig subdued, you subdue him yourself. I'll cage him, but only until authorities arrive. And I must get back to my patient, with Arthur's blood." He noticed Arthur, heaving scrap around. He pointed him out to Slap. "I'l ltry and get him to listen, but if it doesn't work, I'll need you to help." he went over to Arthur. ~~~~~~ Arthur looked up to see Dek. "Hey Doc, what d'you want?" He asked, still collecting spare metal and scrap. Dek explained "Well, a new Slig here got injured badly and needs a healthy Slig's blood supply for topups otherwise he could fall severely ill. You're the Slig whose blood we need, as no others here seem to be healthy." Arthur hated needles. He hated the idea of losing some of his blood too. "Wait wait wait. Why can't you use #7 Slig? He's healthy." Dek was getting annoyed. "yes, but he's a high ranking Slig who we can't use, we can't stop him from doing his work." Arthur dropped the scrap. "Oh I get it. You want the regular shmoe. 'It doesn't matter if he's stopped from doing his job, after all, he's just a normal Slig, and others can take his place'. An' another thing, when you say 'we', who else is there? You're the only doc 'round here." Dek sighed "That's not true anymore. I now have an Intern assistant called Slap, who I'll need to speak to before I continue this discussion." Dek hurried back to Slap. "Arthur's being awkward and stubborn. Can you help me persuade him. You seem to be able to talk Sligs into doing things quite well." |
Arnie was now really angered with the visitors. He had enough on his plate already. "Who's banging the damn door?!" he shouted. "Get the hell outta here, can't you see I'm trying to work?"
"Well, not through the closed door, I guess..." he thought. ---------------------------- Otto arrived to the Grinding Station and joined the others. "Hey, how's it going?" he asked. #7 Slig answered. "We're doing fine. Rick's helping with those pipes up there." he pointed at the ceiling. "Oh, that's good..." said Otto, joining RG-49 to watch Rick. |
Slap was a little disappointed to see that Dek and Arthur, refused to to their duty. Apperently, he was the adivicer and the preswasive(sp?) one around here as well.
Next, he listened to Arthur and Dek. In his studies, he had researched slig and glukkon psycology, which was very clear to him at the moment. He went over to Arthur and typed, "Sir, may I remind you that your attempts of hiding fear of needles are no longer nessessary. This slig has suffered far more than you have and probably than you ever will. He has lost an arm, two fingers, most of his nerval control, and one eye. Not also is that an ironic act, but a selfish one too. May I remind you that this slig is quite aggressive from what I have heard, and I'm afraid that you will lose more blood if he found out if you were a coward to give blood." Slap saw that Dek had tried the nice approch, so this one should not fail. -=-=-=-=- Gappiqu had been surprised that Kilsa called Molt old. But at the moment he wasn't concern of that. He was concern that Molt was up and going again. "I guess the name Crappiqu will come again." thought Gappiqu. He saw how well Rick was doing, so he said, "Hey, are you up there now?!" |
Arthur felt like he'd had the wind knocked out of him. He also felt incredibly guilty.
"He's...lost an arm, fingers an' an eye? S**t. If its that bad then sure, I'll help. I didn't mean to seem a jerk, I jus' thought he'd had a fleech bite or something." Arthur walked off towards the Lab, followed by Dek, who paused to thank Slap as he passed. "Thank you for that Slap. It seems you're feeling a bit angry at me. If you're angry about the issue with Stuey, you shouldn't be. I said I'll help, I'm just not getting mixed up with gangsters." |
OOC: Well, it's getting pretty close to W@RF v.6. Would we have some sort of time jump? I mean, a lot of the new verison are some sort of time after the last one.
IC: Slap shrugged and typed, "Naw, it's OK. I was rather disappointed that you had didn't help out. But no hard feelings." As Dek left, he started to leave, but then he remember something Goresplatter had said. That Phil had given him his gun that nearly destoried Molt... He went over to Phil and typed, "Sir, may I ask a few questions now?" -=-=-=- Gappiqu was now fully distrest. Slap was strong with words, making his questions unresistable to answer. He said, very silently, "Okay." Slap typed at first, "Sir, I am aware that you clearly now what happened to Molt, right?" Gappiqu responded silently, "Yes." "Then you know that Goresplatter's gun had caused that, and you had given that to him, right?" "Yes." "Then where had you found the gun, may I ask?" "I had designed the gun, and payed someone to make it for me." "And you had no idea that it's power was strong? That it could kill someone? Molt was only lucky since he was covered in metal." "No idea." Slap rubbed his head in frustration. He continued, "Sir, I may have to have you consult this with Arnie for this." Gappiqu's eyes widened. He knew it could result in this, but for designing an illeagal gun was too far of fire. "But it's illeagal." thought Gappiqu in trying to make himself agree with Slap. He sighed, and said, "OK, I will follow you, but after I fix these pipes, OK?" Slap thought about it, and typed, "Okay, but don't think you got away this time." And off Slap went, off with Dek. Quitely, Gappiqu sighed. He was able to delay the meeting with Arnie, at the least. -=-=-=-=- As Slap was following Dek, he saw Stuey, and typed, "Anything wrong, Master Stuey? Is Srag in sight?" |
Stuey was in panic and frustration , he snapped at Slap .
Stuey : Anything wrong ?! HES GOT A BLODDY GANG WITH HIM!! THATS WHATS WRONG! He felt guilty , Slap didnt deserve such bad language. Stuey : Mr Slap , Im sorry , I didnt mean to yell at you , its just that , my life is at stake here , and Srags got protection , Im just a little annoyed , not to mention nervous. Im sorry . But yeah , Srags got a whole retinue with him! I think the best approach is a little " self justice " if you know what I mean! He leaned in closer to Slap , a grim smirk on his face . Stuey : Lets set him up! ________________________________ OOC : Correct me if this goes wrong , Slap and Stuey are in the grinder rooms right? Kilsa spotted his old ex-worker Stuey , he decided it best to not to embarass him . He turned back to Gappiqu . Kilsa : Well , uh , good luck with fixing this , call me if you ever need help! He walked off towards the bathroom , his bladder was bursting. _______________________ Srag monitored Stuey from the shadows , he couldnt hear him , but knew he was up to something . #1 interupted #1 : Boss? I think we need to kill him right awa...... Srag : Shhh! No , lets not for once! We will get him when the time is right odd damnit! Lets head of to R and R for some rest , we need it! |
Carl managed to bang on the door again...his strength was leaving him by the second, and he was getting weaker and weaker...
Carl: ARNIE! Open up! ITS ME! CARRRRRRRRRL! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Inside the boardroom Locke and Mr. Eko, found nothing absolutly nothing. Mr. Eko: DAM IT! Hes not here... Locke: Man...what if Carl does something, I mean he killed Jack, he ripped his- Mr. Eko: I know what he did Locke! And Im afraid he'll do it aga- AHHHHH! Mr. Eko's footing gave way and he fell into the Boardroom. Locke: EKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Mr. Eko fell into the dark and mysterious depths...and all Locke could here was his scream that got softer and softer and stopped within 5 seconds. Locke: Eko? |
Dionysia looked annoyed. "By Odd, can't anybody on this planet mind their own business?" then she thought that maybe this would be a good way to get rid of Jim. "Hey, mud, take this loser down to the boss's office or the cafeteria or something."
Jim looked at her angrilly, wanting to object. One look at her face changed his mind. "C-come on..." He moved quickly over to Bonty and led him away. "So I'm Jim. What's... what's yuo're name?" He was remembering his conversation with Frod and wasn't exactly sure what was coming. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Stivik arrived at the grinding area and looked around. Spotting RG< he waled to him and spoke to him. "Hey, Robo-Cop, you put the report of the damage in the factory together yet? I'm sure your boss would want to see it." |
Arnie froze for a moment, then shouted back at the door. "Carl? I thought you're in front of the authorities now, or became grinder ketchup, even. The hell are you doing here again?"
While he spoke, he sneaked closer to the Wall Fone. "RG, come in!" --------------------------------------- "I haven't been instructed to make any reports to the Boss of Rupture Farms. I will tell him the basics, of course." said RG-49. A signal came from his arm console. "Excuse me for a moment, Slig organic." he said to Stivik. He raised his arm and looked at the screen to see Arnie's head. "Greetings, Boss of Rupture Farms. How may I be..." he said politely, but Arnie interupted. "Forget that, we have a problem! Carl has returned, and he's storming my office. Thought you might sort it out for me, RG." he said. "With pleasure, boss. I'll be right over. RG-49 out." he said. He turned to the others. "I must go to assist the Boss. A psychotic Glukkon is causing problems at his Office." he said. "You better hurry then, I saw that guy earlier, he needs... deactivation, in your terms." said Otto. Meanwhile, Rick reached the ceiling. He climbed up on an undamaged pipe and sat on it, next to the hook. "Yeah, I guess this'll hold me." He shouted down to Gappiqu. "OK, you can throw it now." |
OOC: Oh and Splat, is Stivik a Big Bro, or not? I always thought he was one.
IC: Slap was surprised at Stuey's reaction and plan. He wasn't very good with miltary unit planning, but he could set up a trap. This one would have to be convincing, but yet not obvious. Slap started to type, "Well, I'm not really good at this kind of stuff, but I'll give it a try. When you follow me into the lab, you put the needle in your gun. So when Srag comes to get you, you can shoot him without harm. Then threaten the others to do the same to them. I don't know how well that will work, but give it a shot. I've got to finish something in the lab." He went off to Dek and typed, "Sir, are you sure it was a good idea to have Molt be alone with Goresplatter? He seems like he wanted revenge againist Gore for some time." -=-=-=-=-=-= Gappiqu saw that Rick was finished, so he pulled out his slingshot. He replaced the grenade, with lift piece, and pulled back. Gappiqu took his aim and pulled the trigger. The piece flew into the air, near Rick so he could catch it. Without a word, he crossed his fingers for hope it will land. -=-=-=-=-=-= Bonty was not the least bit hurt by Dionysia. He had learned to resist being hurt by Molt's insults, but his were the worst. He said to Jim, "Well, my name is Bonty. I have a package for this Molt slig, but I don't want him to have it. He is a little crazy, but he is completely mad all the time man! He shot me in foot one time, choked me to death one time, and thrown me over a cliff once!" Bonty knew that sounded lame, but there was a far more story that was left, that he rather not tell. He knew what the package was, and it wasn't pretty. |
Carl: Arnie please! Open up! Tell me, is there painting in your office of Rupture Farms?!?!?!"
Carl waited to here Arnie responce, for he remembered Molluck once saying something about a lift behind a picture of Rupture Farms. Carl: Well......Arnie? Please... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Locke: EKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! No, my only friend....dead. I'll KILL CARL! Locke pulled out his kinfe and ran towards Arnie's office. Locke: I'll kill you!!! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Within the stockyards, a hand emerged from a small hole in the ground. Holding a gun. ???: I'll..........get...............you.....................CARL! OCC: Oh guys does it matter if I still talk the old fashion way? |
OOC: That's right. I've decided to rear my ugly head again, after about three days of reading this thread. First - nit picking, mainly for the newbies. Wheee, look at all the little one-person subplots that are whirling around the place! How about people try to stick to the main one until they get the idea, hey? And perhaps wait until there are less of the things.
Next - spelling. Everyone's guilty of it, I wouldn't be suprised if I had some mistakes in here. The trouble is when every second word can't be found in a dictionary. For heaven's sake, check before you press the little button to submit! Please! Finally, though it's hard to tell for me, what with reading them all at once, don't spam up the thread with half a dozen posts a day. I hate it when that happens... And, yes, this heralds another one of my tangents of RPG playing. I ought to get that seen to... in any case, I'm joining again. Odd help you... And just so you don't have to go into the Profile Thread, I'll put the profiles here as well. Aren't I kind? And yes, they are old characters. I'll just have to re-introduce them. Name: "Nails" Species:Slig Gender: Male Age: His age in physical years is a little over 15. His equivilant age is 53. Appearance: Old and beaten. His skin is pale green and covered in scar tissue, and he is missing some tentacles. Bio: Nails (tough-as) is an old slig. Experienced, too. He's been involved in many rebellions and minor battles, and was until recently a drill-sergeant at the slig barracks. The sound of his voice has sent BB sligs into a foetal ball, bringing them violently back to days of being woken up at 5:00 am by a voice complaining about how he had been brought mudokons instead of sligs to do back breaking, strenuous tasks. He didn't get the BB slig steroids himself because the effects would be too unreliable on an older slig. He is a bit of a freak for slig standards, being focused and on task all the time. The near collapse of the barracks had him leave. He also has a terrible addiction to cheap cigarettes, staining his tentacles and giving him a hacking cough with hacking voice. Items: He has a modern gun and a grenade launcher straped to his back, as well as a mud spoocebow. It doesn't work without a mudokon, of course, but he keeps it as a souvineer. He also has on him a packet of cigarettes and a half-smoked cigarette. No matter where he is or what's happening, he always has on him a half-smoked cigarette. Name: Armpit Species: Slog Gender: Male Age: (In slog years) 50 Appearance: Like his owner; beaten and scarred. Like his owner, it doesn't mean he's weak, it means he's a survivor of many fights. Backstory: Nails' slog. Presumibly he had a different name as a sloggie, but now it's armpit because he smells like one. Name: Duagen Species: Mudokon Gender: Male Age: 23 Appearance:White body paint in stripes up his arms and legs, one stripe to a limb and visible at the front, extending up his body with his legs and across from his arms, all leading to a point below his neck. Red and yellow feathers sprout from his head in all directions. A rather fit and healthy mud. Backstory: Duagen is a native mudokon. Not freed, he always has been. He is knoledgeable in surviving in the wild on his own, and is trained in using a spoocebow, which he uses to take down animals to eat. He is good at hiding, stayng quiet, waiting, and knowing when to stop waiting. Items: He has a backpack, within which he keeps items of food and supplies of water, a heavy stick, and a pair of flint stones. He also carries with him, strapped to his arm at all times, a spoocebow. That's it. I won't post I.C. yet, or this post would be absurdedly huge. |
OOC: Welcome back, Seargentbig! Yeah, yeah, this place seems to be coming down with side plots, but who said all side plots were bad? Some could actually give the RF could. There was a paramite and scrab problem for some time. But other plots that revolve around emotional issues, I'll give them that they are OK. That may develop characters more, but may ignore the actual plot. But as I'm trying to think this out, I can't think of a whole lot of characters that actually work. Dionysia, I believe is one. But characters like Slap and Dek, have roles of treating injuries. Arnie practicly deals out people's problems and manges the factory. RG-49 does the errands of Arnie, Otto helps Arnie and deals out complaints, Gappiqu is trying to fix the pipes, and Goresplatter is guarding the lab. Molt, well, he will go back to the grinders. Bonty will eventually go to do what all the other mudokons are doing. The other two of Goresplatter's characters are unconious. Stivik, I don't remember, but the rest, I believe aren't doing anything.
Spelling will never be solved. There will always be one person would break the record. But it would be nice to have a some correct spelling around. Fianlly, not all the time has there been dozens of posts in one day. I have only been posting twice a day lately. I will IC some other time. |
ooc: Stivik's a normal slig, never said he was anything else. He got his job for being sneaky and treacherous, not for being a walking tank.
Oh, and HUZZAH, WE'VE GOT OUR SEARGENT BACK! ALL IS NOT LAST AFTERALL!!!! CALLOOH, CALLAY!!!!!!! OH FRABJOUS DAY, OF SEARGENTBIG AND THINGS!!!!!!!!!! Stivik's in the grinders. well, not in the grinders, at the grinders. Stivik looked annoyedly at the robot as it ran off. That thing must have some rust in its memory or something, he'd told it a day or two ago (ooc: I can't remember, sorry dudes) that it should make a report of the dangerous areas to show Arnie so he could avoid them. He'd also asked that he recieved a copy so he could have a look around and organise some reparing and stuff, but apparently the ancient-walking-rubbish-bin had forgotten. And now, when he needed more than ever to prove that there was a reason for him to stay at the factory he was adrift. They were even repairing the grinders now! Things were looking bad for Stivik as he ambled dispiritedly over to where Anni's friend Javi was standing and nudged him with his gun. "hey, Buddy, shouldn't you be working, hmm?" |
Javi looked at Stivik with his hands full or scrap-metal.
"Shouldn't you?" he simply asked as he continued collecting pieces of metal, and putting them in a pile of them. (Remember they started doing that a few posts ago? :p) "You could help you know," Dean said cheerfully who had been listening. Then he looked at the big pile. "Well, this metal could be melted into some useful stuff." He said thoughtfully. ----- Anni walked outside looking around. There still were some spots left with grass on them. She eventually found a pretty cute place with a few trees around, which had grown there during the time the factory had been deserted. "I want this spot!" She said happilly to herself. She went to a tree and hugged it. She remained there a bit before she whent inside again to report to Arnie that she had found a pretty good spot. |
(Ooc: I saw that I had a very cool enterance for Nails before, but that's already been used. Addmitedly, by me, but I can't do that one anymore...
And you make fine points, Slaveless, particularly with the spelling and posting arguments. But what I was meaning with the subplots was that people will involve only their characters - which isn't the point of the RPG. At least, that was what I could make out. Nice map, Splat. Very handy. I shall make use of it. Finally, for the IC part. It might take me a bit to get up to full speed, as it were. I'm rusty, all right?) A train pulled up at the station, grinding that awful, metallic screech that meant something. It meant... that the tracks needed oiling. Out of it climbed Nails, a gun held casualy in one hand and a cigarette in one tentacle, followed by Armpit, chasing after his own smell. With a belch of smoke and grinding of gears, the train pulled away again. (OOC: How many do they get a day, anyway? Sure is busy.) With a wheeze, Nails headed into the factory and found himself in the production lines. Which prompted him to think - for a change - "Isn't this a factory? Shouldn't things be happening? Why aren't they?" Hearing noise in a nearby open doorway (To the grinding room) he decided to head into there, to see what was happening. ------ Duagen paced the perimetre wall of Rupturefarms, trying to find an inconspicuous way in, not wanting to be spotted by anyone. Surveying what could be seen suggested that the factory was in two parts. One being the new, working part of Rupturefarms, and the other being a larger, unused part. The best way of getting close to the part of the factory he wanted to seemed to be to get into the old part. Eventualy, he found what he wanted - a hole in the atrophied wall abutting the old factory, just in reach and large enough to get through. Duagen rigged up a torch, readied his spoocebow, climbed in, and started towards the factory proper. (Edit: Now formatted to appear less daunting) |
ooc: Ah, I tried my best on that map. Dripik never finished his and the other one made was completely out of line with the RPG so it would seem we're stuck with it :p
When Dean started working you didn't actually say that Javi started as well, but oh well. All my IC posts recently seem to start, 'Guy' did this. "Guy talking.", I'll have to work on that. Jim looked nervous. "There are sligs like that here? (ooc: old habits die hard I guess :() Well, uh... I think yeah, we should try and, uh, avoid him. So if you see him tell me and we'll leave and hopefully he won't notice." He smiled weakly. "I only got here yesterday myself. We could go down the cafeteria and see if anyone's there. They're pretty lenient on the security sometimes." -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Dionysia watched Anni leave Arnie's office and moved out of the passage and followed her down to the stockyards. She watched her for a little while and then stepped over to stop her as she headed back into the factory. "Well that's good; now I know why Stivik hates you so much. He coesn't appreciate people spying on him you know; you seem to think you know all he has to hide. What're you going to do now? He won't be very pleased to see you get away with attacking him. Won't look very good for our boss will it?" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- "Well maybe I'll help by overseeing. Someone should make sure the mudokons keep working." Stivik stood watching for a few seconds but found it wasn't very satisfying. What he really wanted right now was someone to push around. He glanced at Dean. "You're the one who loves cooking, right? Well maybe you and your frined should head to the cafeteria and get our workers something to eat?" it was more of an order than a statement, which Stivik emphasised by waving his gun toards the door. "Cuh'mon!" |
OCC: Hey Splat were can I find the map? COuld you tell me in what section or a link please?
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The map can be found here. Maybe Dripik should stick it in the opening post when we start W@RF 6.
I have been updating it gradually since the original so I'll probably post the newer version at some point. |
OOC: Yeah, Molt has that agressive type in him. Anyway, Splat, don't worry, I write like that as well.
IC: Bonty looked at Jim a little worryingly. He knew that he couldn't escape from Molt. Molt was everywhere, no matter where he went. Bonty said, "Well I would like to go to the cafeteria, but Molt can never be avoided. He knew me since I was born. Molt knows my scent, he even legally owns me, like the slog of his." Bonty wanted to cry so badly, but he refused to and said, "Well, let's go."Bonty rolled off to the enterance, trying to hold back tears. -=-=-=-=-= Molt pulled the trigger, but nothing came out. Apparently, there was no bullets in it, nor a cigaritte. He growled, "Damn thing. Why does everything look like that I have to do thing myself?" He threw the Gore gun on the floor, partly smashing it. At the moment, he wanted to tear Goresplatter apart himself, but something let him pull back. "How would you explain how he died? Say that he was possessed and I killed him?" thought Molt as he urged himself to step towards Goresplatter. He next thought, "He can get it later. Just not now. At night maybe." For a moment he thought that was a good idea. He whilsted to Max, making him yelp. "Come on Max, we are needed else where." -=-=-=-=-=-=-= Slap remembered that there was something that he had forgotten. "Vykker X's assissant mudokon!" thought popped in his head as he remembered. Slap wrote to get away, "Sorry sir, but the patient I had earlier is in operation at the moment." He slammed his laptop closed, then started running towards the lab. As soon as Slap reached the door, he saw Molt exiting as well. He wrote, "Sir, where do you think you are going?" -=-=-=-=-=-= Molt was rather annoyed to see that there was one more person who wanted him to stay in this medical prison. He annoyingly said, "Well, I'm going to get my own slig blood, now beat it, med." Slap was surprised at Molt's behavior, and promclaimed, in writing, "Hmm, and you know about blood tranfusion? Do you even have the slightest clue that medical occupations are very serious?" Molt tried to distract the conversation by saying, "Kind of kills the arguement if you're typing this all down, uh? What are you, mute?" Slap was shocked at Molt's statement. He typed, "Well! If you haven't noticed, I have stitches, and can't speak. What are you, blind?" "Well, I could be, if I hadn't been given a mechincal eye! Besides, quit the role of trying to be funny. You are not funny, no-voice." "Sir, restrain yourself, immendently, or I'll have to use force!!!!" "Boo hoo. I going to be taken down by the big bad no-voice. What ever shall I do?", Molt said in a rather small voice. But he came back in a big booming voice, "Sick 'em, Max!" Slap was devastatied at Molt's command. He slowly backed away, as Max smiled in pleasure. Max drooled slightly, for he hadn't made a very good kill in a while. Max lunged himself at Slap's terrified self, pinning him down. He ripped off a chunk of Slap's aimprom, sending Slap's laptop sliding away from him. Slap, luckly, was not injured, but Max bit Slap's leg, faster than Slap can be thankful. It was hard enough for tears to mist Slap's eyes. Molt mencly laughed at Max doing, and Max got the message that his doing was done. Max returned to his master's side, barking in laughter with his master. Molt walked away, leaving Slap. His laughter stopped when he saw Dek, even from a far distance. He simply went to Dek, slapped Max hard, and said, "I am truely sorry sir. The intern was just trying to get by, but my cruel, heartless slog bit him. Maybe you should check on them both." Max was deeply hurt to be called a bad slog. He just pounced a guy, and this is what he repayed for? Max wanted to pounce his master, but the tempation was low, for Molt had a chance of beating him. Max whimpered and thought, "I wish I was back at the nest, with that Somi. She wouldn't do a thing like that." -=-=-=-=-=-=-= Slap urged himself up. Without trying to think about the two monsters, he got up, and limped to his keyboard. The pain was increasing within each step, but he manged to get to the lab. He went over to the bandage that Gappiqu used for Dionysia's leg, and wrapped it around his leg. Without thought, he wrote to Goresplatter, "I don't know how, but get those two back in here. Molt won't survive long and he needs to be in a cage as well." OOC: Now I even want to kill Molt off. Would this be considered as needless violence? |
(OOC: Well... he is your character. If you want to get rid of him, that's fine. But consider how your characters would do it, and the repecursions. As an extreme example, for instance, bringing the factory down upon him wouldn't be a good idea, but I know you wouldn't do that. If it's gonna adversely affect someone else in a way they can't help, it might be good to PM them. Ultimately, though, killing off your own character is fine, as long as it's done with some sort of an in-game reason.
Enough ranting...) IC: Nails entered the grinding room to be greeted by the sight of several muds, a few sligs and one glukkon. Near-instinctual training drove him first to seek out the glukkon, so he walked up to Otto. He got the cigarette he was smoking, put it out in a nook in his pants, and saluted. "Sir! I'm here to work at the factory, help with things and assist with ordering employees..." At which point he glanced up at Rick. "Huh. Maybe he'll fall." he thought to himself. Then he continued. "Should I report somewhere, sir, or do you have something you want done?" |
Anni felt an irritation when she was stopped by Dionysia. But she came over it.
"Stivik? I don't care what he thinks. I'm done with him... By the way, what damaga does it do to spy on a spy? He does it himself, he can't object." Anni simply said, and started walking towards Arnie's office again. ---- Dean looked at Stivik for a few seconds. "Are you hungry? Hmm... I'll go cook something then. I guess most of the other workers would like something to eat too." he said in his usual cheerful voice. "Cooking's not my area." Javi said. He continued collecting the rest of the scrap metal. Then he whent to RG and the rest. "So anything you need help with here?" he asked. |
Otto looked around and saw a new Slig with his Slog. He was suprised by the polite greeting. "Uh, first of all, you should tell your name... You don't have to report to anyone now, we're quite busy at the moment. Say, have you got any experience with machinery? You could help us repair these grinders."
---------------------------------- Rick watched the lift piece flying towards him. He snatched it when it got close enough. "Nice shot!" he shouted to Gappiqu. He held the piece with his legs while he untied the hook from the rope, and did as Gappiqu told him. When he was finished, he hanged the hook on his loincloth and descended with the lift. ---------------------------------- RG-49 ran as fast as he could to the Executive Office. He found Carl at the door. He pulled his gun from his back and pointed it at the Glukkon. "Attention, Glukkon organic. You have been sent away from the factory, and now you returned, endangering the employees and the Boss himself." ---------------------------------- #7 Slig spoke to Javi. "It seems we're ready with this grinder, so you should stand back a little so we can see if it works." |
OOC: Well, killing my own character off would have to be delayed. None of my characters know how to use a gun, and I doubt Gappiqu would have the courage to throw a grenade at him. There is also no chance of Max winning a fight like that. The others would have to push him off a ledge, but Slap wasn't really hurt all that much and Bonty is terrified of Molt, so there really isn't much of a reason to do so. So Molt won't be going anywhere soon. I just wish his personality wouldn't be so destructive.
And Gappiqu made a lift? Oh well, we can just say that he found one in the grinders, and attached it to the rope while he was waiting. IC: Slap got up again to the table in tempation to still try to make eyes for Terrence. He first limped towards the table, with the mask he had earlier. He knew he first had to make two lens for the eye first, so he grabbed a knife to remove the lens on the mask. Struggling to keep up, but trying remained a stable cut around the edges, proved to be quite difficult. But such conditions could be ignored, like what Slap was doing right now. After he removed both lens, he set them aside on the table and started to work on the eyes. He decided to put the mask in a bowl and wrapped the bowl in tinfoil. Slap had put tinfoil around it, to prevent the bowl from getting too hot for Slap's hands to bear. He continued by finding an oven, and putting the bowl in it. He turned on the oven, at 500 degrees, in Oddworld tempartures. Slap next limped towards the laptop and typed, "Master Goresplatter, in 10 minutes, that bowl will be done. When that does happen, please deactivate the oven, and remove the bowl. We do not want to have the bowl melt on inpact of exterme heat." Slap remembered that Gappiqu had said that he was superglued to his pants, so he decided to check up on him. In order the remain the sight of being Slap, he put on a new apron, and grabbed his laptop. He limped back out the door, with the thought in mind that he might encounter Max again. -=-=-=-=-=-=- Gappiqu smiled when Rick was lifting down. Now all he had to do was to fix the pipes, which seemed like no problem at first. Removing and adding pipes couldn't be much harder than rewiring the grinders. But even so, Gappiqu had to fix the pipes all by himself. That would take weeks or months even. Sure, he climb across the hard platforms of the pipes without making any more lifts, but still, the fear dying and leaving the pipes unfixed for more days seemed dramitic. But he had to do the job, for he might be heavily payed for making the process of the grinders. He looked around him, to see what others were doing. The grinders, however, seemed empty. Otto was looking around, but he couldn't really do much. Stivik, so far, wasn't doing something right now. #7 was testing grinders, which was postive. The droid was doing errands for Arnie, which disturbed his work. The new slig was being interviewed. The mudokons, were cleaning up the spare parts, which as Gappiqu figured, made the grinders more fresh. Gappiqu remembered what Javi said about melting. Surely they could be used for something postive. They could be used for parts for mechincal limbs, but not often does that happen. With all the pipes removed, the pile would increase. Prehaps inventing could criticly increase as well... Then Gappiqu was hit with an idea. There were many sligs in the factory, but not a whole lot often did something. Prehaps the way to make the emotional issues and the harm issues could be resolved by making droids! Droids could simply be programmed to do their jobs and boom, more activity would happen. He could see if the Vykker in the factory could make them, with his ideas, and even work with him! It would save money for Arnie, and make his and others' job easier. But for now, it is to wait for Rick to get down. |
OOC: I seriously need to post here more often :p But let's just say... Frod's just joined in with the work Javi and Dean were doing with the scrap metal, and Groll went away for some reason and has only just returned. Yeah, that should do it :p And I have a question... I thought Dionysia was in the secret passages, so how did she step out in front of Anni? *is confused* :fuzconf: And if I remember correctly Sefon and Scruben saw Dionysia walking into the bathroom, so we'll just assume they were waiting there for her to come back out.
IC: When Sefon saw Dionysia go into to bathroom, he stopped and turned to Scruben, "We'd better wait 'till she comes out..." But as time passed, and as Stivik and Anni came out leaving still no sign of Dionysia, he began to get concerned. "What could be taking her so long?" he wondered. Then when Bonty and Jim came out (that is where they came out, right? :p) he stopped them saying, "Hey guys, did you see a black female mudokon in there? She's wanted by the vykker, and I'm sure I saw her going in there, but I haven't spotted her coming out!" <•-•-•-•-•> Groll returned to the grinding area to hear what Dean said about melting the metal. He didn't say anything straight away, but after Dean had left, noticing Gappiqu looking at the pile of scrap he said to him, "You know, I know how to do metal work. I could probably make a bunch of neat stuff with that if I had ideas... OOC: Oh, and, yay for the Big Seargent! I mean... Seargentbig... Yeah, that's what I meant. Sure it is. I so meant that. Anyway... :p Always good to see the old rp'ers coming back :D |
Carl: Who..........are..........you? Get....................me..................the.........boss.....
----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Locke was running as fast as he could to get to Arnie's office, and then he spotted it, grasping his knife tite. And he took A final look at Carl. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Carl: Get.....me.................the....boss now or I.........I.............I'll destroy yo- Lockes knife's stuck Carl right in the back. The front of the blade was sticking ou the front of him. Carl: How......why....who....did....this...... Carl fell on the floor and looked at RG-49. Carl: Someone! Please help me! I don't wanna die.... Carl's time was almost up... |
ooc: Dionysia left the passage (and the bathroom) on her way down to meet Anni. Sorry if you missed that. This makes things awkward :fuzconf:
Maybe something distracted them, like all this stuff going on at the lab, and she conveniently slipped out then. Jim: "Wha? Oh, the black mudokon, yeah, she's in there. She's wach..., uh, wach-shing her clothes! Cus, I don't know, she was just... doing... that..." Jim looked awkward. At that moment a slig appeared down the corridor, seemed to be shouting at someone, and then a slog near its feet leapt away from him and, judging by the yells, started attacking someone. Jim stifled a yell and made the tactical decision to run in the opposite direction. While all this was providing adequet distraction Dionysia stepped out of the bathroom, rolled her eyes at the idiocy of it all and headed down to the stockyards to meet Anni (post 699). -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Stivik looked rather annoyed at Javi and then followed Dean quickly, "Hey, uh, wait! I mean, uh, get going! Lunch doesn't cook itself!" He then 'escorted' Dean to the kitchen. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Dionysia (having spoken to Anni) stamped her foot agrilly. That girl was infuriating! Reslotuely deciding to stay here and wait for her, she wandered over to the grove of trees the girl had been hugging and dancing round and leant against one, waiting determinedly for her return. |
(OOC: Well, Slaveless, the next possibility is that you could get someone else's character to kill him, with the same thing I said before at mind, except that you have to ask someone if they would get their characters to do that (In a PM). From what I can see, it's not very likely that anyone would agree, but it's their character and their choice - if you give them permission, they can kill your character, with the same guidelines in place as before. If you want to get rid of him sooner, make up a reason for him to leave the factory.
Any other RPers want to add anything, or correct me?) Nails was himself suprised to be talked to by a Glukkon in such a way, but recovered quickly. He replied, "Oh, uh... call me Nails. I haven't been trained to work with machines, but I've picked up a thing or two... I might be able to help, sure." He looked down at Armpit. "It's probably not safe here... Armpit! Scat!" Armpit looked up, wheezed at Nails, and then trotted outside the grinding room. |----| Duagen was trudging through the remains of the factory. It's not easy business - already, he had avoided four scrabs and a small pack of paramites. Having hands was a great help in doing so, and in particular the mudokon ability to climb with them. But as he surveyed the hole in front of him, which appeared to have been made by a huge falling tank full of something, he decided maybe it would be better to approach the factory from the basement. Hoping he hadn't lost his barings, he climbed down and setted off again. |
ooc: Hey, good to have an old RPer here at W@RF. Welcome back Seargentbig! And to my mind Slaveless, the easiest way to write Molt out would be to have the blood tranfusion go wrong, and Molt gets reinfected with septisemia and dies. That way, nobody has killed him, and it solves your worries about his personality.
IC: Why such violence? If this sort of thing continued everyone in the factory would be dead before next week. Dek sighed, as Slap went to get himself a new apron and then left. He almost smiled inwardly, Slap was just about to help the Delivery Boy mudokon, and then turned round and went off to help Gappiqu. 'Such a short attention span.' Dek thought. But back to reality. Molt was saying his Slog had attacked Slap and was out of control, but Dek had seen the laughter, or at least, seen it abruptly stop as he got in view of Molt. "Well, if your Slog is so troublesome, perhaps I could have it put down, and save you the bother of it harming someone else. Or if you wanted, I could put a chip in its head, and make it controllable, like a remote control. But enough about your Slog, you need your topups of blood. And this slig-" He put a claw on Arthur's shoulder "-has agreed to supply that blood. So if you please could go back to the lab, we can get on with this operation." ~~~~~~ Arthur watched Molt carefully. He seemed a rather vicious type. A bully if there ever was one. For he too caught the last vestiges of Molt's laughter. 'If I'm lucky I'll be able to get a word with this guy later, tell him what I think of him. I don't like bullies, an' even if it really was an accident with his Slog, which I doubt, he should be able ter control it, or shoulda done at least something.' |
OOC: Yeah, but I doubt Dek would allow Molt to die, so there is the possibilty of him surviving. But let us see what happens.
Bonty saw Molt's outburst and he was conciousless for a moment. Not in had he had been stifled by the sight Molt, but horrified by the appearance of Max. Both looked like freaks, but were pure evil inside. Or something. He ran up Jim, trying to keep up and tried to say when he stopped, "That.... was... him!" Bonty didn't know what to do. Surely Molt must have seen him. But for a moment, he felt like that being with Jim was helpful. -=-=-=-=-= Max understood what Dek was describing, and he didn't like it one bit. Max knew that he shouldn't be taken away with his privilages of freedom and life, so he barked at Molt in pleade. -=-=-=-=-=-=- Molt also didn't like either of these ideas. Max one was the two people he cared about, and he wouldn't let a thing like "putting him down" happen to him. But he couldn't let the doctor know that he attacked an intern. So he tried to divert the subject by saying, "Maybe you could send him to the Stockyards, where his additude would fit better." He knew that Max would enjoy the Stockyards, since it would allow him to do more killing. Back on his health subject, Molt said, "So puny here is going to save my vicious life, well I'll...." Before he could continue, suddenly he felt as if his lungs were failing. Inside, his atteries weren't putting in a lot of blood in his body, since he had a tragic blood lose. Not enough oxygen was being transported around the body. Molt was well aware of what was happening, so he blurted out, "I'm losing air!" Seconds later, he was back on the floor, waiting to be revived. -=-=-=-=-= Max was glad that Molt was making the right decisions, but was not happy to see him back on the floor. He couldn't do a thing, and he doubted he will see much of him any longer. One of his last words were that he should he return to the Stockyards, so he figured he should do that. But before he left, so decided to give Molt one last hope. Max slammed his head againist the wall, and a tooth fell out. He moved the tooth closer to Molt's hand, to give him rememberance of his beloved slog. After that, Max ran off to the Grinders, since he got to the Stockyards through there in the first place. -=-=-=-=--=-==- Slap had gone past Molt and Dek, before Molt's downfall. But Molt wasn't a concern of him just yet. He went up the stairs, entered in the Grinders, went past the saws, and to Gappiqu. He wrote, "Sir, as far as I'm concern, you had talked to me about your sitution, am I correct?" -=-=-=-=-=-= Gappiqu happiness was halted by Slap's familiar typing noise. He creaked his pants a different angle, to face Slap's message. He responded, "It all depheds. Which sitution?" Slap shook his head and typed, "Your pants. They're glued to your tail, right?" Gappiqu sweated out of control. There was no way of avoiding him now. He nervously said, "Well, I know you think that, but I can move now, see?" Gappiqu twisted around in his pants, to prove to him that he didn't have legs. "Then sir, may I see you remove yourself from your pants?" message popped up on the screen. This made Gappiqu even more fearful. There was no way out of this. He just had to lie again. Gappiqu blurted out, "I'm Nudohomeless!" Slap was stunned by this. He had never seen, nor heard of such condition. He typed to get this right. "Nudohomeless?" Gappiqu fianlly realized that he might be getting somewhere. He continued saying, "Yes! It's when, you, uh, are afraid of removing yourself from pants, yeah. My doctor says that I'm surprisingly the first of my kind." "No wonder I haven't heard of it!" thought Slap. He would have to check with Dek to learn more about this new condition. But some part of him felt like Gappiqu was trying to avoid doing something. But at the moment, it was important to return to Delivery boy's operation. He left with a single more typing. Gappiqu was relived to know that he was free of Slap yet again. He looked back at Rick, waiting for him to go down. OOC: Does this seem rushed? |
OOC: The bit with Molt fainting seemed slightly hurried, but that doesn't really matter. Hurrying is sometimes neccessary for RPGs to keep moving. And dripik, seeing as it's the forum annviersary, I'll re-submit my suggession of opening W@RF v.6 now, if anybody else agrees. I won't post IC for now, I'll wait for a couple more members to post first. Oh and Slaveless, yes Dek probably would try to save him, but the infection could be too severe, or something. And I'd be willing to go down that route, it'd open up some new possiblities for Dek's personality. It all depends on whether you want to really kill off Molt or not.
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OOC: It's difficult to decide to choose whether or not to get rid of Molt. I have new ideas if he was to die, but that would seem like a big lose. I'm not really in favor of killing Molt all that anymore. He's sort of fun to play as, but his additude is destructive. But anyway, we'll see what happens.
IC: Max ran of in the grinders, sniffing his own trail. He knew that the paramites' nest was close to the Stockyards, so all he had to do was find where he last went. Max past all sorts of machines, before he was in the Paramite Nest. There was several webbings, like he last saw them, with some left over parts. He wasn't willing to interfer with the paramites, for some of them might have remembered that he had attacked them once. But at the moment, he didn't have anything to eat. His consicous suggested otherwise, for he was spared by them. He went through the nest, to enter the true Stockyards. Fianlly, Max was free. Free of everything he was told to do. He was surrounded by animals that could prevent him from starving for life. But Molt was gone as well. He wasn't dead yet, but he was gone and Max may never see him again. Nothing seemed right. Not happy, nor sad, he continued through out the Stockyards. It wasn't much time before he caught sight of a strange looking mudokon(Odyzek). Before deciding to have a snack, he budged the body to make sure it was alive. -=-=-=-=-=-=-==- Slap walked down the stairs, having his leg feel better. As he finished the set of stairs, he came across the droid, a stabbed glukkon, and a mudokon who had made the stabbing. Slap groaned, as he knew he had to fix the glukkon. He ran over to the glukkon, trying to inspect the glukkon's injury. There was a pair of seeing glasses in the apron, so he grabbed them to observe Carl. He removed the knife carefully, trying to prevent anymore harm to Carl. Slap needed to observe Carl in more of better fit area, like the lab. Slap typed, "I've got to save this glukkon in a more suitble area. Droid employee, you can take care of this rebelious mudokon." He picked up the glukkon and walked off. |
ooc: I have a nasty feeling that W@RF may be on its way to that land somwhere over the rainbow where dead RPGs frolic and follow roads made of yellow brick.
CPR time. CLEAR! Jim looked scared. "That was your slig?" He'd been taken by surprise and hadn't really expected this Molt guy to be so bad. "Lets get going then, we don't really wanna be anywhere near him." If there was anything Jim had learnt from his life it was that you couldn't avoid danger forever. But you could still give it an Odd-damned try! Jim lead Bonty down to the cafeteria which was empty. "Hey, you got any moolah, there are some vendos over there. Fancy a scrab-cake?" |
Locke: NO! Don't be a fool, hes evil. Don't fix him, he'll kill us all!
Carl could not see for the pain was taking over. But he herd Locke's voice. Carl: Locke? Is............that.....y- Carl became unconsious. And Locke backed up. Locke: You'll be sorry.....you'll all be sorry..... From the dark corridor someone emerged from behind a wall. Locke turned around in shock. Locke: JOHNSON! Johnson: Locke? Is that you- Carl?!?! YOU!!! Johnson searched for his gun but could not find it. Johnson: I'll kill you myself! Locke: They want to help him...I stabbed him and now they are gonna heal him, what should we do? Johnson: Fine, let them heal him, we'll kill him when the time is right, not now...hey were's Mr. Eko? Locke: He fell from the Boardroom....he's probaly dead.... Johnson: Mabye not..... Johnson knocked on Arnie's door. Johnson: Hello, Boss of Rupture Farms, I need your help... |
(Ooc: What an analogy. CPR it is, then. Trust me, this thread's been near death so many times I think it's nearly invulnerable. I'm gonna assume that Nails has already started helping with the grinders - I would point out that I myself have absolutely no mechanical aptitude whatsoever.)
Armpit wandered around the factory. With the grinders shut off and production ceased, there was only one place that he felt compelled to go to - the caffeteria. He trotted inside, ignoring Jim and Bonty, and started sniffing around the place in the sloggish manner. |
OOC: Trust me Splat, the W@RF always goes downhill or another some point in time. Like in v.2, where half a page was based on ooc's.
Also, I really don't have time for posts, so here's just something. IC: Bonty looked at Jim curiously. He had never put his mouth on Scrab Cake his entire life. Though that he had tasted a Paramite Pie before. He replied with a "Well, I never tasted a Scrab Cake, so I'll give it a try. But the day Molt let's me touch moolah, is the day he wears a skirt and models it." He seriously didn't have any moolah, and didn't understand that if he working at a meatplant, shouldn't this stuff be free? -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Slap noticed that the mudokon seemed disturbed about healing of the glukkon, but every glukkon to a mudokon can be considered evil. So he continued, walking past Dek and fainted Molt. He groaned again, for he would have to assist that job too. "Can't everybody stay alive just for a day?" Once he got into the lab, Slap placed Carl on the another counter. He first checked the tghe timer, which read, "4 more minutes, sucker!". Slap never liked these kind of timers. He went back to Carl. Slap took out his glasses out again, and inspected. The knife had gone pretty far in the chest, so he saw that several of capillaries and arteries were inffected. It would be his job to stop the bleeding and to make sure that his arteries would heal. |
OOC: Don't worry, there have been longer silences than this one. Trust me, I know, I've been here for a while. ;)
Partly my fault, though, ArtWars is too much fun, I've been neglecting my comic-drawing duties too. Now to some IC... -------------------------------------- Before RG-49 could notice, Carl was stabbed by a Mudokon and carried away by the Intern, Slap. He called the Mudokon 'rebellious', which caused RG-49 main temperature raise a little. A subject which had to be handled carefully... and cruelly. "Mudokon organic, I must warn you that you have just attacked a Glukkon Executive. Even if you acted for the best, it was my objective to neutralize him. Voluntary terrorists have a history, but despite of what you possibly heard, we don't tolerate them." he said to Locke. "Explanation?" he asked, as a conclusion. Even if Locke answered, it couldn't be heard, since Johnson knocked on the office door, and a loud yell came as an answer, which made RG-49 raise his rifle alarmed. "The hell you want again? Bother Otto with your questions and leave me alone!" -------------------------------------- Rick descended at hopped down on the floor. He turned to Gappiqu. "Well, that's done. What now?" "I guess someone has to get up there and fix those pipes." said #7 Slig, while pulling a grinder's lever. It activated without objection. |
Johnson turned to RG.
Johnson: Oh excuse me, do you have a 50 metre rope I could use. I'm on a rescue mission. And I need some help... Locke: I had to attack him...his pure evil, he would have killed us all...but please can you help us rescue a friend? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Carl suddenly awoke and spotted Slap. Carl: You......who.....are......you? Can.......you.......save.......me? |