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Well, Slaveless, you might want to make an exception for the much creepier and perverted Malarkey, a mentally ill Internaphile/ephebophiliac Domination sex crazed fetishist lunatic who controls his servants with drugs and often forces them to be transexuals and service him. |
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IC Sagittarius stared up at the guy in horror, wit his hands up. "I-Ididn't know anyone owned the place, I swear!" He begged before hearing about a job. He needed one to live, he couldn't remember the last time he ate. "Oh...Okay....I'll be a slave guard..." He spoke nervously, thinking it was a better job. He stared at the black contract, before stratching his blond haired head sheepishly. "Uhhh....I get a pen for this, right? I don't really have a pen...." |
OOC: That's...................................
disturbing. IC: Vernel used his tentacles to toss his pen over to the blonde steef, still holding his gun at it, but giving a gesture to Banner to continue playing. ______________________________________________________________ Banner was nearly fully loaded, but simply stopped his current train of thought when ordered by Vernel and reshouldered his bazooka gun, grabbing the drums and continuing to play the Magog national anthem for any further newcomers. |
IC: Jak looked at the muds "hey got anything for me to to do I'm not a bad cook I've got to cook to survive in the jungles and stuff so I chould probebly do what ever you ask me to do" jak said needing something to do.
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IC Sagitarius stared at the two sligs, one of them playing drums and the other having thrown a pen at him. He yelled and held his hand to his face and roared loudly when the pen hit him in the eye. "My gosh that hurts!" He nearly yelled, before picking up the pen and signing the better contract. "That pen doesn't have poisonous ink, right?" He moaned, still holding his light blue left eye. |
OOC: @Venks: I was unaware of both those factors. I'll add the augmentation part, and I wasn't aware of the Gloktigi's afore mentioned alleged stupidity. Most controlled animal characters in our RPs are smarter through being self educated or are gifted. He was gifted in the sense he was more intelligent than the others there and twigged that he should probably buggar off.
@Slaveless: Before I read that, I had already removed the healing aspect, I really just wanted something to help set him apart. The healing thing was moronic. Also, I'll see if I can think of a weakness through the RP as it goes along or if one pops up somehow. Also, no one answered my Luskan Marauder question. I highly doubt it would be plausible, but as I said, we need more ooinion on the matter. Meetles tend to be accepted, and they hardly got all that much farther in the production area...well, a bit farther, but they still only remained as pictures, like the Chronicler and such. IC: "Yes ma'am, seems simple enough" he turned to the Elum Chubs. These were industrial packaged ones, 5 a pack, so it would be much quicker to get them open. He needed something to put them on before that. He grubbed around the cupboards quickly and found some sheet metal. He took it out and liad it flat on the table. He ripped open the packets, pouring a line of Chubs out of each one before binning each packet, and quickly worked up a rythm and was finished pretty quickly for so many Chubs. He then looked at the ovens, and picked the biggest. He had made three sheets full of Chubs, and put each on a different rack within. He shut it up and turned the heat on. He noiticed a timer. He set it to 15 mins and waited. Chelon had got off the train after an announcement to catch a bus from here. He'd barely fit on it, getting on through the back dorr as it was larger. The Slig driver rather worried about his presence. It decided to remain mute, hoping he wouldn't be noticed. He stayed at the back and crouched to fit in. A short ride, and he had stopped. The doors opened, and he exited the bus. he looked around. He saw a Steef with a pen and a sheet of papaer some distance away, a Slig with a gun to him and a Big Bro playing a tune on some drums. he recognised it, it was one of Lady Margeret's favorite songs she often ordered her Slig troupe to play for her. He walked up behind the Steef, and looked down. It seemed to be a contract for a job. He then looked to the Slig over the Steef's head "Hi. Need job, please." |
Matias regarded Chris carefully. "Doctor, I have no problem with your choices. I am unauthorized to have a problem with your personal life. Simply produce the form I asked for, or cease such behaviour. It is what the regulations demand.
~~~~~~~~~~ Gorrck noticed James was nodding off. He rolled his eyes angrily, but spoke quieter and more menacing this time. "What did I tell you, #55431? You've cost yourself a lunch break." He hefted the butt of his gun and swung it at James' head, stopping it just short. "Next time, I might just connect. Now stay awake, this is an important operation. If all else fails I'll force feed you Expresso from the Executive Office." |
OOC: lol Zerox. Why does your Gloktigi need a job? Is he saving for college? lol
I never knew Luskan Marauders existed until today, wish I had a pic of one. You can bet as soon as I see one it'll make an appearance in my fanfic. |
OOC: @Venks: He needs somewhere to live and sustain himself, preferable over living in some wilderness somewhere. When he was 'employed' by Lady Margeret, it was much harsher conditions than he'd find here or somewhere similar.
I can't find any Luskan Marauders on the 'net unfortunately, the only picture I know of is on p.26 of the Art book. I'm assuming you don't have it. |
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Vernel replied to the Steef; "No, it ain't. But I am. So get around to the northeast corner and shoot any Mudokons you see, and bring their corpses to Chris the bisexual Vykker, who's the head medic here. Or I might consider selling you for a bounty to Dripik's friend Sekto.." Vernel then saw a Gloktigi speaking to him, and nearly jumped out of his pants in fright; "WHAT THE BOILER? WHAT THE BOILER? How are you SPEAKING? I couldn't even hire you, I'd need a bigger fish, like my owner, to offer your contract! Wait for a bit, I'll go up and call my master!" OOC: For occaisional guest appearances; Name: Dripik Gender: Male Species: Glukkon (he's a guest character who will never directly appear) Age: 28 Physical Description: http://www.oddworld.de/oddworld/image/dripik.jpg Equipment: http://www.oddworld.de/oddworld/image/dripik.jpg Personality: Forgetful, yet sharp witted and able to project a strong air of command. Is also masterful at general management and shows this through his desire to get down to business with subordinates, get down to business in a minute with equals, and get down to business whenever you like with superiors. Biography: Little is truly known of Dripik's past. It is known that he is one of Molluck's underlings and runs the Slig Barracks, and is also one of the most powerful military Glukkons in Southern Mudos. Other than that, his past life is mostly limited to propaganda documentaries and anecdotes. D&D Alignment: Lawful Evil |
OOC: I was wondering where Dripik would pop up in all this. I'll post an IC later when Slaveless replies, but...
Lol what the boiler :D |
Sagittarius's jaw gaped open and his eyes went wide at Vernel's command.
"...So get around to the northeast corner and shoot any Mudokons you see, and bring their corpses to Chris the bisexual Vykker, who's the head medic here. Or I might consider selling you for a bounty to Dripik's friend Sekto.." He didn't want to shoot people, let alone knew what a mudokon was. He had heard of Sekto as well. The other part just plain confused him. "WHAT?!" He accidently shrieked out. "I'm supposed to shoot people and meet bisexual vykkers in this job?! Where did it say that on the contract?!" He read the paper again, before scratching his head sheepishly. "Oh, my bad...Uhhhh....Can I just not shoot people instead?" He said nervously, knowing there was going to be a disagreement. Seeing the gloktigi, he edged away from it in case it tried to eat him or something. |
OOC: Zerox's character is a Gloktigi, not Oktigi.
IC: Vernel replied to the Steef; "Hey, you became a guard, not a kindergarten teacher. Go over, or I will anaesthezize you, and use the money from your sad body to eat a delicious can of Gabbiar and visualise your unmarked grave! Put that in your pipe and smoke it!" |
OOC: :)Whoops, ma bad.
IC Sagittarius felt fear at the slig's words, taking them in. Shoot people or die, it translated to him. Looking sad, he still held his eye and the pen and stared mournfully at the paper. "So I can choose the other job or when do I start?" He spoke in a low sadder voice. |
@ Slaveless(You know I love you): Chris isn't someone who is bound to a certain mind set, he is very open minded and able to try new things. Chris's Ex-boyfriend wants to be with Chris, but Chris doesn't want to be tied down.
Slaveless you can't generalize an entire race of people into a single stereotype thats just not kosher. Are you telling me Humphrey and Irwin had no love for each other? Their relationship was lucrative, but couldn't you also see the love between the two? Lastly just becuase Vernie-darling/Vivi-baby rejected Chris, that doesn't mean everyone will. @ Zerox: Sadly I don't have the book. Should be in about 2 weeks when I get paid. @ Zozo: Thats pretty neat, Sagittarius has to kill in order to live. Very much Stranger like. IC: Tears streaming from his face, Chris looked up at the Chronicler and stuttered, "Youuu meeeean youuu youuu youuu don't haaaaate meeee?" Chris got up and attempted to hug the Chronicler while sobbing continually. Jim saw that the Vykker was currently bothering someone else. Finally done cleaning the blood off the floor Tim left the medical tent quietly. Arriving outside in the hot sun Jim decided to check the mess hall for food. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- The lame Slig(Gorrck) mumbled something stupid that woke James up. He was about to ask the retard to speak louder when he noticed the fag's weapon stopping just a breath from his face. The twat-waffle cockily said, "Next time, I might just connect. Now stay awake, this is an important operation. If all else fails I'll force feed you Expresso from the Executive Office." "Yeah yeah" James said in response and went back to looking out for natives. OOC: James tends to use 'creative' words to describe his co-workers. |
OOC *Waits impatiently for Slaveless to post*
Also, Chelon is waiting for Dripik to appear to give him a job. Where is he then? I don't see a whole lot he can do until then. |
OOC: Horray, one of my characters already has an enemy! And I'm serious about being glad. I want some excitement with my guys in this RP.
IC: Matias backed away as the strange Vykker tried to hug him. "Correct. I am unathorized to hate anybody other than my subordinates. If you do not possess a form that I specified, then I will have to fill one out for you. Name?" ~~~~~~~~~ Gorrck looked closesly at James. "Since you obviously couldn't care less about ya job, I'll give ya something ta do. Go to the Exec Office an' get an Expresso to keep ya awake. An' get one fer me an the other Slig too. If it's the only way I can keep this place running right, then I'll do it. I'm showin that I trust you by doin' this, if I didn't I'd send the other Slig. So don't f*** this one up, a'right?" ~~~~~~~~# Mik was equally as bored as James, but was forcing himself awake. He evelled his rifle at the wildnerness and shot a bird that flew out of one of the trees. Huh, target practice. At least I've got a way of killin' time. Odd that guy (Gorrck) is drivin' me nuts. An' I bet he's doing the same to whoever the guy is in there. |
Warning: I'm slow so may need elp
name: max
race:steef(like stranger two feet in one boot) alinment:neutral equipment:sniper rifle with double the zoom and a pistol-lungbuster with a black cape past:dumped in a ditch and raised as an assassin in a unofficial orfanige,has just got off the bus and started work in the base, compulsive lungbuster smoker. |
OOC: One problem there, dragonzardman, this base isn't very old. You will have to arrive by bus and ask for a job (or sneak in and get caught, then sign up for a job :P)
Where's everyone goen, anyway? i'm getting bored out here waiting for replys from Slaveless and Patrick. |
OOC: I've been bored and playing CSI games and watching Shrek 3.
IC: Vernel replied to the Steef; "You can apply for the other job, if you like being beaten up for the purposes of my employees pleasure. Or, you can take the job of having to kill any Native Mudokons and bring their organs, and you'll get 15% of the profits to use for your own stuff. Your choice." Vernel spoke to the Gloktigi; "Come with me." Vernel went to the door of the tower, opening it and walking up the stairwell, which he hoped was wide enough to let the Gloktigi in. He continued to walk up, observing the mundane surroundings of the 2nd floor, and the plush surroundings of the 3rd floor. |
Sagittarius listened to the Vernel, before he walked away up the tower.
"I think I'll take the other job for ease of conscience." He tried to hide anger in his voice. He then sighed the contract and looked around for what he could do. "I so have no idea what I'm doing here right now....Ugh...." |
OOC: Where is Slaveless, damnit!?
IC: Chelon followed the Slig, and saw him go through a door into some sort of tower. Ugh, he'd had problems with doors before...he crouched as much as possible, and inclined his head forward to get in, keeping his arms as close to his body as possible to follow. Even then, trying to get all the claws of one arm to fit decently on a step to allow him to move forward was awkward. Good thing he could bypass 3 to 4 steps at a time... Further up, there was a little more room, fortunately. He noticed the abrupt difference between floor two and three, of which the third was much more well outfitted, obviously someone with some decent money lived here. He assumed Dripik was at the top somewhere. |
OOC: Goddidit
IC: Vernel watched the Gloktigi follow him up and stepped up to the nearby Executive Fone. He inserted his finger into the main slot, enabling a higher level of access to be available to him, including Dripik's private Fone. He inputed the code for it, and then double confirmed his fingerprint and waited for it to start. The call flashed up almost immediately, a view of Dripik in a solid silver bathrobe blasting into view, along with two other Sligs. Dripik spoke; "This better be important Vernel. I was in the middle of a bath with a friend of mine, discussing the merits and differences of cars in respective to the role of vehicles in our military. Come to think of it, that's a little private, so forget it." Vernel obeyed, and repeatedly whacked himself on the head with his own gun, bruising his skull. "Okay, that's enough." Dripik said. "So, tell me your business within 5 secs, or I'll make you do it again." Vernel replied quickly and nervously; "Boss, look near me. I've got an Gloktigi waiting to apply, and only someone like you can possibly give me permission." Dripik looked and saw the large Gloktigi, and replied calmly. "Heh. Sekto likes em quite a bit. I spent time in HIS bath about a week ago. No, remove that, you too." Dripik spoke to both Vernel and the Gloktigi. Vernel whacked himself again, holding back urge to moan. "I'm glad you got me to remove that image sir. Shall I hire him?" Vernel spoke. "Sure, record this message and you've got a solid permission. Just in case, the executive code is THX-1138-1337-LRNLNG. Got that?" Vernel noted down the code with his pen on a spare notepad, and replied; "Got it." Dripik replied; "What are you waiting for? It's bye time, property boy!" Vernel hit the red record button, letting the Fone's databanks record the message. He held out a black contract, and tossed a pen to the Gloktigi. He began rubbing his skull, feeling a bit sore in the head, and tried to avoid showing the shaking in his pants after seeing Dripik. |
IC: Chelon grasped the pen in his mouth tentacles, and looked at the contract. He wasn't the best reader, particularly with small font like this, but he supposed it didn't matter so much, it's not like he wouldn't sign it anyway. He signed it and handed the pen back to the Slig. Before heading out of the tower, he quickly asked "What do I do now, then?"
OOC: WHERE IS SLAVELESS!?!?!?!??!?!? |
OOC: Give me(max) some flippin orders!!!
IC: Max called out to any one who would listen "hi what should I do to work" |
OOC: Whoops, sorry. Try and get some better grammar skills, but you're in.
IC: Vernel replied to the Gloktigi, following him down the stairs; "You're a big enough cheese to guard a tower by yourself. Go over to the armoury nearby, show them this slip" Vernel used the pen the Gloktigi had given him back to sign a grey permission slip and took a stamp out of his folder and stamped it with the Magog seal. He passed it to the Gloktigi. "Go and get yourself some big guns. Kill any Native Mudokons you find and bring their corpses to the creepy bisexual Vykker Head Medic, Chris." |
IC: Guns? Whuh? "Um, how exactly am I meant to use a gun, sir? I don't exactly have arms that I'm not walking on or anything. I just tend to...maul things, close combat, usually"
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IC: Vernel replied to the Gloktigi;
"Use your mouth. Always works for me when I need to quickly sign a form in the middle of a firefight." Vernel turned to see another, blond haired Steef nearby asking for a job. He spoke to the Steef, pointing his gun at him.; "Heh, you pathetic animals keep showing up and making me richer! Sign this black security contract and head over to the northeast tower. Shoot any Mudokons you find and bring their corpses to the creepy bisexual Vykker Chris. You'll get some of the profits, don't worry. Also, in your case, try and just wound a few of them and take them to Chris for lobotomization. Lobotoscrubs are dumb and short lived, but they at least don't try to escape. Do it, or I'll kill you and sell your corpse to Sekto and eat your internal organs." |
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OOC: Has Slaveless merely forgotten of this thread's existence, or what? he was posting elsewhere yesterday...
IC: Use your mouth? What as he meant to carry, a pistol? It's one thing using your tentacles momentarily, but he was designed for it, or trained for it like someone like this. And even so, wouldn't Sligs be better in the tower? "I see your point, but I'm not trained for it like you may be, you're far more experienced, and you usually use your hands. I'm not used to it. Surely I'd be far more effective as a guard somewhere, as I'd have thought that Sligs would be far better at sniping. I'd barely get my eyes anywhere near the scope if I had me tentacles on it..." |
OOC: thats it if slaveless isn't going to reply I will go on with out him
IC: The mudokens gave no response to Jaks reqest so he grabed a scrab cake out of the draw and walked out of the mess hall he sliped on his gogles and turned them on thermal he looked around he saw the shape of a steef and decided to check it out. |
OOC: Me don't know where Sagittarius is.
IC Sagittarius looked over to Jak and sighed sadly. He knew he would now be a slave, and people like him could perhaps beat him. "Hey, uhhhh...I'm new, and I was wondering if you knew what I could do around here?..." He asked Jak. |
OOC: I'm a brunnette actually so don't blow a casket Zozo
IC: max stood to attention "yes sir...orders sir" |
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OOC: Look guys, I have about three reasons why I haven't been posting here. The first one is that I have family that visits my family very often. So I rather talk and hang with them until they leave. That seems reasonable, right? Another reason is that writing these RPG posts is harder for me than it is for you guys. I don't have a method of writing. I just memorize where the keys are and type from there. So I'm not doing some super fast, I-know-where-the keys-are-from-positioning-my hands-in-a-certain-way. And the last thing is that I lose interest in typing something I have already typed maybe three times. My posts get deleted pretty easily. Very easily. And retyping something is not in my favor. I have to save some of my posts to just make sure they don't get deleted. So just please, bear with me here.
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OOC: Actually, this may be an excellent time for me to use Ricky and Barnabus here, and looking at the timeline it could be well before they became wanted criminals. *is happy* What do you guys think?
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OOC: Nice idea Marvak, go with it! They may have some equipment missing, and acquire it while here or something, maybe from the armoury.
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OOC: Ricky and Barnabus are fine by me. I must of confused Max's profile with Sagittarrius'.
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OOC: I need Venks to post, wherever he is. All my characters are currently frozen due to interacting with his characters.
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