OOC: I'm not sure if I recall it. I remember Anni had some kind of spirit that occassionally posessed her. Was the other thing that she was a fertile female mudokon?
Also, is T-Nex still posting here? If so, can I give her Dean back? Also, if she is posting IC, how come you're still controlling Anni, Splat? IC: Dek turned round, ready to inspect somethnig else, when he noticed he had a guest in the Labs. "Ah! You're Jim, aren't you? The one who's terrified of Sligs. Well then, I notice you seem to be breathing a little irregularly. What is the trouble?" ~~~~~~~~~~~ Arthur watched as Krik ignored him. "Thank you....right, I'll cook something myself." He again butted in on the argument, talking to the intern "OK, you may not know this, but I've recently become known as a food conny-sewer, at least I think that's how it's pronounced. I can make a good intern soup. Interested?" Arthur didn't wait for a reply, and instead just bustled off behind the serving hatch, looking for anything edible and tasty. |
IC: Seeing the broken pipe, fine. Thinking that Ark is up in the pipes is not likely to be the first conclusion, but is a possibility. Other likely possible reasons, pipe= weapon, shabby barely holding together building.
Any who. OOC: Ark sat among the pipes, looking down at the two sligs and the slog. 'You know, this hole thing is your fault,' his subconscious had come back, and was really annoying Ark. 'I mean really, you get your self into these things way to often. This is like your,' the little mud seemed to really concentrate, 'second time.' It took a bite out of an imaginary popped zapfly, 'You could get your self out of this easily. You have a pipe, you have the element of surprise, and you have the higher brain functions.' Ark then heard more foot steps out in the corridor. 'That's way,' he spat back; in his mind, 'I'm out numbered.' Looking around he was barely able to make out that the pipes ran along the wall, and rounded the corner. 'I'll wait a little longer and see if they leave.' His mind spokesmud rolled his eyes, as he took another bite of the bug. |
IC: Corky noticed Silph aganist the wall watching aswell. He then looked back inside where Ark could be hiding. He scratched his head and waited for either Ark or Phats to come out. Phats stopped his whimpering and started sniffing around for Ark again. He had no clue why he was searching for this Mudokon but if his master ordered him to do something Phats would be sure to do it. He growled in anger. He couldn't find the Mudokon because of the new smells around here that he never smelled before and plus his hurt head was killing him. But Phats was determand to catch this Mud and get Corky to treat him right again. He barked loudly just to try and scare the Mud outta his hiding spot.
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OOC: Sorry for the delay, I've been too distracted with exams lately.
------------------------ Arnie stood near his table for a while, suppressing his headache and watching the proceedings around him at the same time. Apparently, some Mudokon (Ark) came in with slightly glowing marks on him, and Cylepso chased him out of the Cafeteria, followed by Dionysia and some others. In the meantime, he noticed some more people arriving. For one, there was a new Intern (female, by the looks of it) who was able to talk. However unordinary this was, Arnie was not exactly impressed - his throbbing temple was still the center of his concentration. The other newcomer (Roy) came up to him and asked "Are you the Boss around here?". Arnie turned to face him. Among the freakshow Arnie got used to, this Mudokon seemed rather normal. "Yeah, that'd be me." He forced himself to sound less angry, which was helped by the question of the Mudokon - at least, it was reasonable, and it didn't raise Arnie's blood pressure any further. "You're here to work or you like to live dangerously? I approve of the former, but you can have both here." ----------------------------------- As Ralph rushed past RG, the robot turned around to see the subject of the Mudokon's interest, but he couldn't see anything; neither could Rick, who was next to him. "What do you think he saw? Couldn't you sense anything?" RG took a few steps and looked around the corner. He saw Ralph running down the corridor, but nothing suspicious. "I did not sense any vibrations in the air..." "...in Mudosian, that means that you didn't hear anything...?" "Don't interrupt me, Mudokon organic." said RG. "As I said, no vibrations, no temperature change. Nothing I could sense with my back facing this corner." He fell silent for a moment, then spoke again. "I think it would be better if I went after the organic and investigated the situation. You should go to the Production Lines and do what you can to extinguish the fire." "Um, OK. Take care then..." said Rick, turning around and setting off towards the Production Lines, while RG ran after Ralph. |
"Haven't you any work to be getting on with? I believe the medical and scientific facilities in this building are on the floor above. That's where I'd expect you to find the laborotory staff as well."
Skelter scowled. "Labratory staff? You kidding me? Do I look like a nurse to you?" She rolled her eyes. Vykkers! Always thought they knew everything, didn't they? What exactly went on in their blimp-sized heads? "OK, you may not know this, but I've recently become known as a food conny-sewer, at least I think that's how it's pronounced. I can make a good intern soup. Interested?" Somebody else (Arthur) butted in. Such rudeness! Why was everybody interrupting her all the time? "Well, its not pronounced that way, but don't sound it out; you might hurt yourself. Oh, and if you're looking for something to cook, try yourself. You've got plenty of meat on your bones." With that she poked the slig in the stomach. --- Ophelia lead Mola back up the stairs, muttering under her breath. "Okay, so maybe Rupture Farms was a no-go." she sighed. Mola seemed distracted with something else. He was staring down the hall, his eyes like saucers. Ophelia frowned. "What is it?" Mola pointed a trembling finger towards the train station, at a strange metal creature (Digit) farther down. Ophelia stiffened. "HEY A ROBOT." She shouted bluntly. "Cool!" The pair ran over towards it, hopping around it in a little circle. "Can you shoot lazers? Or solve math problems in your head?" |
OOC: Silph isn't a Slig, guys :P
IC: Silph remained quiet and out of the main area, but observed the area around the pipe. Though the pipe may have been broken through other means than a Mudokon climbing up it, since they aren't especially heavy, it didn't look like it had been busted for long, besides, it didn't seem likely something this obvious would be left unfixed for long...that train of thought quickly concluded by a flying Slig entering. Slash returned from outside and decided to see what the commotion from before was about. The mass seemed to be heading for the product warehouse. He overtook and entered. he flew forward...before hitting his head on a low pipe. He rubbed his head as he turned to inspect it. Curiously, the pipe seemed to have nothing running through it, no wires or anything. Perhaps it had been previously used before Rupture Farms was destroyed and then taken over by Arnie, since it could serve no structural purpose. Either way, he couldn't leave it as it was. He left again for welding equipment. |
Arthur scowled at the Intern.
"Oh ha ha, let's make a joke about the Slig not being bright. And I can hardly eat myself. I know you were being sarcastic, but seriously. I'm hungry. Oh, and a fat joke too. You've got enough belly yerself." He prodded the intern in the stomach in return. |
Digit was listing possible options for what to do with his damaged wrist laser when two small organisms (Mola and Ophelia) began to encircle him and spouting non-sense. Digit's battle commands began to auto-function in response to being flanked. The odd small organisms matched none of his records, but their appearance was similar to that of native Mudokons. Naming the objects Unknown Natives he decided to classify them as natives. Mudokon natives were lethal at close-range, but these Unknown Natives did not appear to have that power. However, one thing that was hard-wired into Digit was to never rely on a behavioral pattern of a native. Natives pulled on a strange chaotic energy force that always resulted in some random haphazard effect. The best course of action would be to eliminate both Unknown Natives before they viewed him as a threat. After multiple scenarios the one with the highest success rate was to just break their spines quickly ending their lives.
Only after calculating the chances for error did Digit shut down his battle commands. Digit was not just another mechanical soldier RH-501, he was Digit a being with a conscience that was self-aware. Digit decided to attempt verbal communication with the Unknown Natives. The mechanical being had heard before that verbal communication was how most flesh beings identified themselves and solved their problems. Digit adjusted the volume on his various speakers to an amount he had learned to not cause pain to living beings and produced the words, "Hello Unknown Natives. I am a all-purpose mechanical unit serial code RH-501, but I would prefer to be addressed as Digit. I have no records of your existence in any of my files. Would you care to identify yourselves?" |
OOC: Oops sorry about that Zerox. ^^'
IC: Roy tried not to get scared or freak out so he stood his best for the Boss. He looked a little surprised at first but soon got calm. "Yes..sir I'm here to work." Roy replied to Arnie's question. He held the wash cloth tight in his hand. As soon as he'd get done talking with Arnie he'd get straight to more work. And now that he got perrmission it made Roy wanna work more and harder then ever. He just didn't wanna run into any Sligs. "I'm really good at cleaning...so I'll try my best sir!" He started to walk off towards the sink to get his wash cloth wet and then go work somemore. --------- Phats didn't hear Ark get out of his hiding spot so he sniffed somemore. Corky getting very annoyed walked right in where the pipes where. "OK Phats! Ya keep a lookout for anymore Muds running around and I'll search in here! Got it?" He stared at the Slog in anger. "Now get!" He yelled and Phats headed out the room and into the halls sniffing. Looking around he searched for Ark hiding among the pipes. "Hey Mud! Get out here!" He loaded his gun. OOC: :D |
ooc: Where's Otto at the moment, Dripik? Just wondering.
MM, I mean Anni being fertile. I don't remember Dek ever finding anything out about Nova. IC: Krik rose to his feet, slightly indignant. The intern had now turned its back on him and started arguing with one of the sligs! "Excuse me," Krik said clearly, "If you're not here for scientific or medical work, why are you here? Unless you've come simply to pick fights with the workers and cause trouble?" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Jim looked up in surprise, having not noticed the vykker come in, "Uh, um," He stuttered, his voice hoarse, "Yeah, I don't know if you knew there was a fire at the production lines. Some stupid... mudokon went running in there for no reason, so I went in after to drag him out... I think I've inhaled- I mean I did inhale some of the smoke. And it's bee a bit hard to breathe since." He gave a not-very-confident half-grin. Dek was a doctor and Jim didn't really think there was anyone else he could go to for help, but he was still a little uneasy around vykkers, and seeing how Anni reacted to them only fed his paranoia. Odd, the last thing he needed was another phobia! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- With only half a glance to see if the slig was following, Dionysia made her way to the warehouse just in time to here Corky's proclamation. "Right, cus that'll work," She hissed at him from behind, then imitated his voice patronisingly, "Hey mud, get out here while I noisily load my gun just so you know I'm gonna shoot you when you do!" She rolled her eyes; sligs were such idiots. The warehouse was full of crates of meat-products, some opened and half-empty, others prepped and addressed, ready for transport, which would provide plenty of hiding places. The whole room was poorly lit as well so they would have a hard time spotting him. However, with her dark skin that gave Dionysia an advantage over the average mud. "Listen," She said quietly, "Can't you get your slog to try and sniff him out?" She turned to Cylepso, "All the exits are on this side, so if you stand guard here he'll be trapped. Then me and him," She gestured at Corky, "And his slog can go in there and track him down. If he tries to get out, just shoot him... But make sure it's not me first." In her experience with slogs, they tended not to treat her as they would a mud, probably due to her slig-genes, so hopefully it would ignore her and smell out the native. ooc: Hope no one objects to that :p Sorry if I've forgotten anyone else in the warehouse. It's late. The passage in the corner of the warehouse only goes down, and only if you're a wooden box. |
"Oh ha ha, let's make a joke about the Slig not being bright. And I can hardly eat myself. I know you were being sarcastic, but seriously. I'm hungry. Oh, and a fat joke too. You've got enough belly yerself." The slig said, poking Skelter in the stomach.
Skelter crossed her arms. "Oh, nice one, yeah. Use the exact same joke against me, real clever. You must think you're a comic genius." she made a careless motion with her hand. "Run along now, tubby. You need to conserve your energy for eating." "Excuse me," said the vykker clearly, "If you're not here for scientific or medical work, why are you here? Unless you've come simply to pick fights with the workers and cause trouble?" Skelter turned so her back was to the slig. "I'd say thats pretty much it." she straightened. "Cept I got this one vykker who keeps screaming at me through a walkie-talkie telling me to get a job, so now I don't know what i'm doing." Suddenly feeling exposed, Skelter turned away moodily. --- "Hello Unknown Natives." said the robot. Ophelia's jaw dropped. "I am a all-purpose mechanical unit serial code RH-501, but I would prefer to be addressed as Digit. I have no records of your existence in any of my files. Would you care to identify yourselves?" Ophelia, seeing as she was a tomboy extremist, was absolutely facinated by anything mechanical, including robots. She stuttered. Normally, Ophelia wouldn't stutter, but seeing as she was having a conversation with a robot, she decided to let it go. "I-i'm a grubb," she said slowly, "and this little idiot next to me is a mental case in a grubb's body." she pointed at Mola. Mola glared at her. Ophelia grinned. "So.... you're a.... robot?" |
Dek nodded at Jim, and patted him on the shoulder. "No need to be afraid. I've doen lung operations of similar sorts here before. Just a little operation and a few antibitoics and you'll be right as rain. And if you aren't, I'll dissect you andd use you to further the progress of medical science, so your death isn't in vain......That's a joke, by the way, before you interpret it as serious."
He motioned at a medical bench. "Lie down." ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Arthur huffed. He would have quite happily befirended this Intern, but it's cautstic comments and antisocial attitude were getting his back up. "Conserve energy? I've been more active in my time 'ere than you prob'ly ever have, mate. As fer my comic wit, well, I have been known ta leave some Slig inna confused rut after my humourous remarks. But based on the way ya keep thinkin' I'm some lardarse, I dunno if ya've even got the sense of humour ta get confused by a joke. Ya probably just stand there blankly an don't even notice I' m said anythin', er rather I've said anythin'. Slip o' the tongue." He gave the Intern a sarcastic grin and turned back to the canteen. |
OOC: Heh, I missed Dek and Arthur...
Otto is currently waiting for Gappiqu to respond in the workshop. I guess it's time for him to return (either Slaveless or Otto). --------------------------------------- "Cleaning, eh?" said Arnie in a mock-praising tone, as the Mudokon (Roy) turned away and took a few steps. This act of disrespect hit his temple rather hard. "What, you already know what you're supposed to do?" he called at the Mudokon. "Come back here." In the meantime, he reminded himself of the fire in the Production Lines. He had to see things there for himself. But right after he thought this through, the speaker in one of the upper corners of the Cafeteria went off. "Um... This is Rick here, currently at the Production Lines. No need to worry, the fire is out, it seems someone was able to extinguish it... Lots of smoke here, I'll try to turn up the ventilation." There were a number of coughs, then he continued. "And sorry for announcing this on the speakers, I wasn't sure if I was allowed to do it, so... yeah. That's all." Arnie looked back at Roy. Under the pressure of his headache, he felt a bit of relief. Still, there were lots to do, so he had to hurry. --------------------------------------- Rick turned the microphone of and looked around in the Production area. Smoke filled the whole hall, making visibility quite poor. Rick, covering his mouth with his arm, tried to spot a vent cover or anything which could help him with getting rid of the smoke. |
IC: Still rather angry Corky glanced at Dionysia who came up behind him. "How dare you imitate me like that!" He held his gun at her face. A Mudokon should have no right imitating a Slig and especially if the Slig was armed with a machine gun. But then Corky put his gun away from the Mud's face after hearing what she had to say. Corky grinned as he heard Dionysia's plan to flush Ark outta his hiding spot. "That's a good idea!" He said. Then Corky quietly called for Phats to come back by his side and wait for another order. Phats who had no luck in finding Ark heard his master and ran up beside him. He caught Dionysia's sent and growled. "Phats!" Corky called his pet. Phats turned his attention away from Dionysia and back to Corky. So as not get into any trouble Phats just sat at his master's side. "Ok I'm ready when you are." He grinned again.
------------- Roy froze as he heard Arnie speak again. He turned around and walked back infront of him. "Yest..sir!" He spoke in a quiet tone. 'Oh crap!' He thought trying not to shake in fear. Roy didn't want to upset the Boss but he thought he already knew what to do. He stood up straight trying not to show any signs of weakness. He looked up as the speakers came on about the Production Lines being on fire or something but all that was over now. Roy had no clue about the fire as he was to busy cleaning. He looked back at Arnie and swallowed. |
OOC: Sorry for my absence, I've been away this weekend so yeah.
IC: Seeing the slig with the slog (Corky and Phats), Ralph slowed down slightly, watching as the mudokon (Ark) ran past and the two chased after him. He slowed down even more, going back to a walk, but listening intently to the footsteps up ahead. He walked casually up to the doorway of the warehouse, as the two who had been blinded before (Cylepso and Dionysia) recovered and came running past him into the warehouse. He stopped in the doorway and heard the black mudokon giving orders to everyone. This is going to be interesting, he thought. He stepped away and watched from a short distance - it didn't look like he was needed at the moment. <•-•-•-•-•> "Oh, it's nothing. Spilt some paint on myself and I just sort of doodled in it. Guess I should wash it off." Anni grinned up at the other mudokon. Hembar smiled slightly, She's not a very good liar, she thought to herself. "Sure," she said, "maybe you should wash it off now?" she looked around, looking for somewhere that Anni could wash her hands, "I mean, it does look pretty conspicuous so it's probably best to get rid of it as soon as possible. Even if it is a doodle, it looks a lot like the sort of spiritual tattoos some mudokons get, and there's some people that get pretty paranoid about that sort of thing so you don't want them seeing it!" |
The taller Unkown Native introduced itself and its partner, ""I-i'm a grubb and this little idiot next to me is a mental case in a grubb's body. So.... you're a.... robot?"
Digit opened his Organism folder and added a new entry placing pictures of both natives in there. He titled the pictures Grubb01.gif and Grubb02.gif. Each picture was accompanied by a document listing height, weight, blood type, average temperature, and observed attack patterns(them running around in circles). Digit was positive that when Grubb01 referred to Grubb02 as a 'mental case in a grubb's body' this was attempt at organism humour. Since you're supposed to laugh at such jokes Digit produced a monotone repetetive sound from his speakers that was meant to be laughter, "Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. Good joke Grubb01, I perfectly comprehend the meaning in the choice of your words. Answer: Yes, I am what most beings refer to as a robot. Like I produced before I am a all-puropose mechanical unit serial code: RH-501. My purposes are almost limitless due to my assimilating and adapting features, however, my main purpose is for use in warfare. Now Grubb01 would you care to explain to me the reason for your creation? I would also admire a explanation for your powers and abilities so I can update my files." |
OOC: I'm really waiting for you guys to make a move (Splat and OddYouko)
IC: Ark, thinking back to his time when he was just "transferred" to Rupture Farms, had tried to memorize the map; which he failed miserably at. But, he did have the map. The only problem was there was little light. He was able to learn what rooms had more than one exit, and which had only one (he was paranoid like that). So, Ark knew that the Product Warehouse had four exits; he just didn't have any idea where three of those were. Ark than heard the dark mud speak to the slig, and over heard the plan. 'Well, that slog's not going to be able to pinpoint me with all this meat around, but as soon as I make a noise it's going to know where it should bite.' Ark thought as he looked around, 'But I might be able to distract with all this meat around.' OOC: Is the lift in the back of the room broken or operational? |
OOC; It doesn't say they're broken, so I wouldn't have thought so. The only one saying it's broken is the main lifts, but these have since been repaired.
IC: Silph wondered as to the practicality of that plan, considering the large number of meat products that may cover a Mudokon smell, considering a Mudokon is technically speaking, made of meat too. But most of the meat in here was packaged already, however, but he didn't know enough about the biology of a Slog's nose to determine whether it would succeed. He looked up into the inky blackness. He could easily have moved elsewhere by now, but unless he somehow got into the ventilation system, he couldn't have left the room, it would seem. He walked over and picked up a Scrab Cake that had dropped out of a box, removed the wrapping and began to munch on it. Slash had succeeded in finding the workshop, and within some basic welding equipment, which had sufficiently charged batteries for the job. He returned to the product warehouse. The target pipe was bent, however, and bending it back would work, it would just snap. So it must be snapped off and welded at both ends. He pushed it upwards so it snapped off with a crack, and he held it in position as he began to weld together the end where he'd just snapped it. |
Out of Coffee: Digit's response= priceless.
BIC: "Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. Good joke Grubb01, I perfectly comprehend the meaning in the choice of your words. Answer: Yes, I am what most beings refer to as a robot. Like I produced before I am a all-puropose mechanical unit serial code: RH-501. My purposes are almost limitless due to my assimilating and adapting features, however, my main purpose is for use in warfare. Now Grubb01 would you care to explain to me the reason for your creation? I would also admire a explanation for your powers and abilities so I can update my files." Ophelia gave a nervous chuckle as the robot began laughing emotionlessly. She made a mental note not to crack jokes around robots. "My creation? Well," she began, scratching her head, "we do have a dictionary-thick book on the question back at the village, but to skip preaching all the religious crap, i'll keep it short. We grubbs were created by the Great Spirits who safeguarded our waters for generations, until that Sekto demon came along, but we kicked his ass in the end, so we're good." She grinned. "And of course we have a purpose, everything was created for a special reason. I'm the leader of my village," she said, beaming with pride, "and Mola here doesn't have any useful purpose, which is why we're here trying to find him a job." Ophelia was too busy talking to notice that Mola had spit out his mouth gag. "Hi!" He said. "I'm Mola! I have a load of abilites! I can swim and jump and i'm double jointed so I can bend my arm back all the way even though Ophelia thinks its disgusting---" Ophelia crammed the gag back into his mouth. "Well, okay, it was nice talking to you..." she frowned, "RH-501? What kind of name is that?" |
ooc: Sorry guys, that's not a lift in the corner of the warehouse (the one that runs behind the R+R), it s chute that crates from the production lines drop down, and so only goes down, and only if you're a wooden box or barrel. I've made it clearer on the next version of the map (as well as the repairs to the main lifts); it's really only there because I wanted to make the factory look like an operative meat-packing-plant (which wasn't easy since when I made the map I somewhat foolishly put the grinders on the far side of the factory to the raw-meat-storehouse and the warehouse on the far side from the station :p It was implied at one point that there was a conveyor belt from the warehouse to the station, and after I put that on it was just too hard to stop! :p
Sorry, don't really have time to post IC now. |
OOC: Please tell me if I'm doing anything wrong.
IC: "Alright! I'm going in now!" Corky said to Silph in a low tone. He was getting more and more inpatient and angry by the minute. He looked at the Mudokon and Phats then walked in the room where Ark still hid. He loaded his gun and didn't think about anything else besides finding Ark. He glanced around the room slowly but all he could see was meat, meat and more meat. "Here boy!" Corky then called to his pet. Phats didn't hesitate he ran up beside Corky and started drooling. "Come on out Mud!" He said with his finger right on the trigger. Corky was over doing it a little bit but he didn't care. He could accidentally kill Ark if he wasn't careful but then again Ark had powers to defend himself with. Phats growled loudly and once again tried to scare the Mud outta his hidding spot by barking. Corky quickly fired at a piece of meat hanging in the darkness. He grinned evily has if he just shot a defenceless Mudokon. Phats continued to bark loudly and Corky continued looking around grinning. 'Who needs a plan when you can just simply walk in and start shooting stuff?' Corky thought to himself. |
OOC: Godamnit...Too cold! Grr...
IC: Cylepso blinked as the Black mudokon vanished into the warehouse, as sleek as a sligs lie. The female hesitated, but then the strange skinned mud whispered to her, "All the exits are on this side, so if you stand guard here he'll be trapped. Then me and him," She gestured at Corky, "And his slog can go in there and track him down. If he tries to get out, just shoot him... But make sure it's not me first." Cylepso nodded, for though it was odd, the Mudokon was strangely helping them catch the native. For the whole, Cylepso presumed Mudokons looked out for each other. I guess not all are prone to that rule....She though ruefully. She wasn't so bothered about that at the moment, no, there was work to be done. So instead she saluted and murmurer, "Sure thing, you guys try and catch him, but I'll shoot if he trys to make a run for it." |
OOC: Well, it's not a lift, but Ark would still remember it as an exit. Also, this is going to be the last post that Ark's mind mud will appear in (for a while, at least). He was suppose to only be in one post, but I find it's a great way for you guy to know Arks thoughts.
IC: The hunting party was starting to move, causing a certain level of panic to flow through Ark. 'Damn, I need to get out of here now, before they seal off any other escape routes.' he thought, quite simply and bluntly. 'Well, there is a tunnel at the other end of this room, a chute in the back, a door that probably leads back into the cafeteria, and there is of course the door you came in on.' his subconscious thought back to him lazily. 'Wait, how do you know this?' Ark asked it. 'I'm your mind!' it replied back, rolling its nonexistent eyes. 'Yeah, but your just part of my subconscious, you wouldn't know that.' The little mudokon opened his mouth, as if too speak, and then closed it with a quizzical look etched onto its face. Finally, it shrugged and thought, 'I don't know. I just do.' 'Can you be any more annoying?' 'Yes. But really you have two options, and they depend on whether you want to run or hide.' it finished, fading into smoke. Looking back towards the room in large, Ark looked over the many crates, barrels, and sacks that were stored in the room. There were more areas in shadow than light, and what light there was, was dim. The group was still in the center, none of them had really moved just yet. Ark knew that sligs weren’t trained how to use their weapons, sure they could easily hit a target moving straight at (or away) from them, but it was hard for them to hit a zig zagging target that was going in and out of shadows. He also knew that shadows and mudokons were a problem for a slig’s visor; the combination of a target that didn’t give off a heat signature, and of normal vision looking into darkness, caused confusion for them. ‘I don’t know what would happen if I went back into the cafeteria, but it would probably be bad.’ Ark thought to himself, ‘So I guess I’ll try the tunnel at the end.’ The only snag in the plan was the slog. It couldn’t smell him, but it could hear him; which meant that it would only be confused enough if there was something really loud, like… a gun firing. ‘Damn’. Ark’s continued existence seemed to be riding on the hope that this slig would act like a normal slig, and shoot at him. Ark let out a long sigh. He slightly repositioned himself to get ready to jump. |
IC: Silph turned while chewing to the Slig which was now grinning after blasting a hanging lump of meat "Yeah, uh...I'm sure you wasting meat AND ammo, both of which cost money, isn't gonna make the boss too happy. Besides, what's the big deal with this Mudokon anyway? Have you even tried talking to it rather than just going on a gun rampage?"
Slash was startled by the gunshot, almost dropping the pipe from it's position. He snarled and continued, having finished one end and began on the other. |
Digit recorded what both the Grubbs had to say saving the .wav file in his new Grubb folder. He wasn't sure if he should take everything the Grubbs said for fact, but atleast it gave him some comparison material. The RH-unit decided he needed to 'keep an eye on them' as the organisms some times said.
Grubb01 started, "Well, okay, it was nice talking to you... RH-501? What kind of name is that?" Digit revolved the dome at the top of his body 90 degrees and then 180 degrees in the other direction attempting to simulate organism head shaking. "RH-501 is my serial code and was my only form of identification during the struggle against extremism. I have later formed a liking to the name Digit. Something about the word sounds efficient... no right. It just makes my processors buzz, but in a good way. Now before we part ways Grubb01 please allow me to give you this." Digit opened a small hatch on his damaged left hand and from it fell a small grey orb that landed into his other hand. The RG-unit inspected the orb for a second then offered it to Grubb01. |
Dionysia crept into the room, quickly slipping into the shadows, with a grim smirk at the slig's salute. Keeping low and moving quietly, she searched for the mud, until a gunshot made her jump. She half spun around before an unfamiliar voice spoke, "Yeah, uh...I'm sure you wasting meat AND ammo, both of which cost money, isn't gonna make the boss too happy. Besides, what's the big deal with this Mudokon anyway? Have you even tried talking to it rather than just going on a gun rampage?"
She swore under her breath; just her luck to get stuck with a thicker-than-average slig. She guessed she was on her own in this then, unless the slog found anything on its own. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- "Um," Said Jim. "Is an operation really necessary? Last place I worked one of the sligs got stuck in a fire and they just stuck a mask on his face for a while. I think. Um." The joke had not made him less nervous. It wasn't that he didn't trust Dek as a doctor; it was more that he didn't trust him as a vykker. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Krik smirked at the intern and turned towards the boss, "Good news Arnie, there's an intern here in need of work. I'm sure it'll make itself useful in the lab or something under your vykkers." He stood back to watch the fireworks. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- "Uh, maybe you're right," Anni said quickly and rose to her feet. She was about to move her other hand to cover the white hand-scar before realising that would show off the black one, and so just held both her hands against her sides palm-out. "There's a bathroom just outside; I can go and wash it in there." She hurried out of the R+R and into the bathroom next door, locking herself in in case Hembar was following, and turned on the tap so the noise would be heard outside. ooc: Sorry some of that was a bit short. Not much to say. |
Dek cocked his head. " 'Is an operation neccessary'? I'm the doctor, I'll be the judge of that. Did you only inhale the smoke, or did you burn your lungs as well?"
He started rooting around in a cabinet for some suitable antibiotics. "I may give you a breathing apparatus for a little while. Possibly a modified Slig's mask to filter the air, we can't risk any further lung damage." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Arthur looked up as he heard Arnie. "Oh, er, Mr Arnie sir! I don't think the Intern will be very useful with the Labs. I kinda hang around there at times an' I don't think it'd work out. He or she keeps makin' jokes at my expense, clearly antisocial.....er, would you like summat ta eat sir? I'm tryin' to find some grub ta cook up." |
OOC: Venks, there's a mistake in the last paragraph. I think you meant 'RH-unit', instead of 'RG-unit'.
----------------------------- "Good." said Arnie when the Mudokon (Roy) turned around and walked back to him. It seemed that the pain in his temple had some benefits after all. People have been rather obedient since his 'trip' in his mind. "Now, as you probably heard it, the Production Lines are in bad shape. Start cleaning there. And tell me your name before you leave." Arnie figured he didn't need to tell a detailed explanation to the Mudokon. Others can direct him as well. He turned towards the new Intern (Skelter) as he heard Krik's and Arthur's remarks. Her appearance told Arnie that he's facing a female this time, although it would have been hard to tell the difference. Her most peculiar feature was that her mouth was not stitched, like usual. He turned his head towards Krik. "Say, I haven't seen the other Intern recently. You know, the one with the laptop in his neck. Could you and the Lab have any use of this newcomer here? As a substitute?" He turned back to the Intern, recalling Arthur's words. "As for your mouthy attitude, I say the traditional method could work out pretty well." He told the Intern, eyeing her unstitched lips. "What do you say, Krik? Have you ever done stitching on someone?" In the meantime, #7 Slig came over to eavesdrop on the conversation. Arnie didn't care where he was up 'till then. ----------------------------- Rick walked along the walls of the Production Lines. "It must be here somewhere." he thought, blinking through the smoke. He was looking for a vent opening. The smoke didn't seem to clear from the hall; it was like the ventilation system was off. Finally, he found a part of a ventilation shaft, coming out from the wall and going on for a couple of steps, only to disappear in the wall again. Rick went closer and, after a few seonds of searching, he found the cover of the opening. He put his hand on the grating - the air was not moving. "Great." he said in a low voice. "Well, I hope there's manual control in there." With that, he removed the cover and pulled himself up into the shaft. His progress was clearly audible from the outside. |
Skelter scowled. She hated being talked about like she wasn't there, but she decided to let it slide that time.
"As for your mouthy attitude, I say the traditional method could work out pretty well." Said a glukkon Skelter hadn't noticed before. She looked him over quickly; he looked as though he could explode at any second. "What do you say, Krik? Have you ever done stitching on someone?" Skelter laughed. It wasn't a controlled, dainty laugh, like most females; it was a full-throated guffah. "I wouldn't trust gramps here with a needle if I were you." She said, glancing at the vykker. She was under the impression that the glukkon owned the place, so tried to act casual. It didn't work too well. "I'd like to see you try that. Besides, you were too busy screaming at that mud over there to even know if I was mouthing off or not." She glanced up at him from behind her hat. "Whats the job, anyhow?" --- "Now before we part ways Grubb01 please allow me to give you this." With that Digit produced a strange globe of some sort. Ophelia picked it up hesitantly. "What is it?" She asked, beaming. She was so distracted that she failed to notice that Mola had taken off down the hall like a freight train. |
IC: Corky lowered his gun then quickly turned towards Silph. "To me it's shoot first ask questions later!" He chuckled. Corky didn't really know why he was going after this Mudokon but now that he had got him trapped it seemed really fun. "What's a few shots gonna do anyway?" He asked Silph while rubbing his machine gun proudly. "And don't worry..I'm not gonna kill it." He grinned again. Phats stopped barking and got to somemore sniffing. He sniffed the pipes and meat hanging from spot to spot. He growled in anger then just scratched himself. He then quickly turned as he heard a sigh and a pretty long one at that. He smirked and ran towards the noise then looking up Phats sniffed once more. He barked as he smelled Ark's sent and began jumping up and down with his mouth wide opened.
--------------- "I'll start cleaning the Production Lines immediately sir!" Roy said to Arnie while still facing him. He was about to walk off again but quickly turned back at Arnie. "My names Roy sir!" He didn't want to get him angry again nor disobey him. He stood in front of Arnie for a few more seconds then turned to walk away. 'I don't even know where the Production Lines are!' He thought nervously. While walking away he could hear a little bit of Arnie's and Krik's conversation. Roy then noticed #7 Slig also listening in on their conversation. He slowly walked over to the Slig. "Excuse me..but do you know where the Production Lins are?" He whispered to #7 Slig quietly while trying not to get anyone else's attention. He felt rather stupid for asking a Slig and also a little scared. |
IC: Silph shook his head "Asking questions first then shooting only if necessary would seem a better idea to me. As well as wasting ammo and meat, I'm also sure the boss would rather you didn't needlessly cause harm to his workers, causing them to be incapable of work as well as requiring costly medical bills for the laboratory up the corridor, considering also the needlessness for shooting at all if it is not intended to kill a dangerous target, as well as Mudokons being rather delicate. So I would seriously reconsider. You haven't given me a good reason whatsoever for doing such things. I'd go talk it out with the boss in the cafeteria if you are so desperate to shoot something." Silph looked at the Slog. He removed the wrapper from the Scrab Cake and threw what remained of the delicious and nutritious snack into the Slog's mouth as it leapt upwards.
Slash finished reattaching the pipe in position. He tapped it to make sure it was secure. He turned and left to return his equipment. |
Digit calculated cooly as Grubb01 pondered the signifigance of the object. The truth was that it was a spying orb it allowed him to see and hear everything from the spying orb's position, but he wasn't going to say that. To everyone else it just looked like a small black sphere. Digit turned his speakers back on, "That object is a wonderful creation of mine, it allows me to sense when ever the holder is in danger by analyzing your heart's condition. That way I can help you in your moment of peril."
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OOC: Just to clarify, Krett's been forgotten and is lying pretty much dead outside the canteen right?
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Hey, here's some more characters. I planned to add them before but never really got around to it. Hopefully they'll liven things up around here. ^^
Name: Maguda Wood (everyone calls her Maggie) Race: Wolvark Gender: Female Age: 20 or so Appearance: She’s tall and roughly teardrop shaped, with long arms, legs, and neck. She has large periwinkle eyes and a pink-noodle tongue that often pokes out of the side of her mouth. She wears a long, shock-blue blouse with white pants and a tan pageboy hat with a small lip. Personality: Maggie’s gullible and an extreme flirt. She has absolutely no sense of personal space and has a habit of staring, which is often very scary. She’s drawn to all people of the male gender no matter what species they are, and has a habit of swinging her arms when she walks, knocking things over. Equipment: She has some cherry lip balm in her pocket. History: Maggie grew up with her aunt and eleven sisters in a small house in Western Mudos. Her aunt supported the family of twelve by steef hunting. Back then, steef hunting was relatively new, and was practically a goldmine. Money came pouring in, and they had no worries. Then, when Maggie was twelve, the steef started to vanish. It became harder and harder for Maggie’s aunt to take care of the family. Eventually she was forced to sent some of the children away to do work. Maggie got sent to a guard facility in the slums of a huge industrialized city, and she’s been there ever since, working as a sentinel. She works with Skelter and Conway, though her current mission is top secret. If she trusts somebody enough she’s likely to tell them about it, though. Name: Conway Demilo Race: Mudokon Gender: Drone, male Age: 14 (28 in human years) Appearance: A mudokon with normal skin and eyes. His unusually-thin feather is braided with metal coils and ends in a fork, like a snake’s tongue. He wears a pair of torn jeans and no shoes (he chose not to wear a shirt... for some reason). On his right hand is a normal, black fingerless glove, and on his left is a thickly plated metal one that’s practically a gauntlet. He’s constantly smiling, flashing rows of perfectly straight teeth. Personality: He acts like a talk show host; his voice is overly bold, he makes too many hand gestures, pauses in the middle of sentences for dramatic effect, the whole shbang. He has a tendency to over-react in situations and loves to be the center of attention, though he can be submissive and very, very cocky. He gets very defensive around other mudokons, particularly scrubs and those in trouble, and will not hesitate to help them. As said before, he always smiles and talks over-excitedly. When he’s angry he has a tendency to keep smiling but to talk through his teeth as menacingly as possible. Equipment: He has a pistol in one pocket, though its practically useless seeing as it has no bullets. History: Conway grew up in a small mudokon tribe by the beach. He was trained to be a Scrab Tracker, which is one who tracks down scrabs so that the hunters of the tribe can kill them to feed the rest of the village. One day, when Conway was about six, sligs sent from a meat-processing plant nearby invaded the village and captured the entire tribe, forcing them into slave labor. Conway quickly adjusted, becoming what the sligs called a ‘trouble mud’; he threw rocks, bit people, did pretty much anything he could to keep from working and infuriate his slave drivers. They finally became fed up with his actions and sent him along with ten other muds towards a Mudokon meat processing plant, where he would have been made into a Mudokon Pop. But they had a problem; the city was undergoing a mandatory lockdown at the time, making all live imports temporarily illegal. The caravan containing the Mudokon livestock was caught for attempting to smuggle the muds into the city. After that was finished, they still had a problem. Nobody knew what to do with the mudokons they had seized. Eventually Conway was sent to work in a guard facility where he would scrub floors. The guards working there, however, soon recognized his remarkable tracking abilities, and enlisted him as their permanent tracker. He is now used to track down escaped convicts and works with Maggie and Skelter (whom of which hates him.) |
OOC: First time in this forum. First time RP-ing ever. :P Wish me luck
IC: (Illusion wakes up and feels cold). Illusion thinks: Wha?...Where am I?....What is this place...It's...Cold. (Reads a sign on the wall) So I'm in a pumping station. Of what I wonder. And what the hell is this bag. It's full of useless stu-Oh wait. There's a map. Hmm, they have a pumping station marked on this map also. (Reads the map for a while and then reaches a conclusion) There is somekinda access to a..lab in the pump control room. I better get there and see where I am. (Illusion stands up, but then a question comes up in his confused mind) Who.....am I? (He exits the pumping station and turns right along the corridor). |
ooc: Deadbolt, please post your profile in this thread as well.
Moosh, just as a friendly warning remember you don't want to give yourself more characters than you can handle; people have in the past left because they had more characters than they had time to play as. I know I should post IC but I'm meeting a friend and expecting him any moment. |
OOC: Oh yeah sorry. Didn't know I had to post my profile in here aswell. Did post in the profile thread though.
Name: Doesn't remember his correct name, but likes to call himself Illusion Race: Mudokon Gender: Male Age: He doesn't know. Seems as if he's around 10-14 Appearance: A regular mudokon, although he has silvery-white tattoos all over him. (No, those tattoos don't have special powers) Equipment: A map he woke up with, a sniper scope, a fork, a picture of a shady figure, a piece of paper with the word ''Garzett'' on it, a single round of a sniper rifle. History/Background: He doesn't know. He just woke up in Rupture Farms with no knowledge of who he is, what's his name or where is he. Seems to be a severe case of amnesia. Can't do IC atm. Gotta run D:! |
IC: Croto woke up in RuptureFarms. He found out that this wasn't a dream. He was lying oon the floor of the Old Part of Floor 1. He remembered how he went to the Rifle Range of Slig Barracks, found a SoulStorm Brew Vending Machine, bought 20 cans of brew, and then, all he could remember is the 2 Big Bro Sligs carrying him to the train to RuptureFarms. He asked them (in a very drunk voice) where they were carrying him. They said he will work in RuptureFarms. Croto started trying to run away, but he was too drunk. He was thrown in the FeeCo Train. He remembered walking around, thinking of escape plans, but when he got to the Train Station on the First Floor, he couldn't believe what he found there -- a SoulStorm Brew Vending Machine! After he drank 5 more cans, he was so drunk he started running around everywhere, until he stopped in what turned out to be the dangerous Old Part. There, he passed out.
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