(http://www.xbox.com/NR/rdonlyres/674...wrathas874.jpg This,is an Outlaw...)
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Gewehr's eyes widened behind his visor. Some HUGE thing just walked into the cafeteria and took a seat as if oblivious to its own stature. The northern Slig had never seen such a big guy before, though he assumed a Big Bro must be about the same. Gewehr scanned the behemoth up and down several times coveting the bulging and rippling muscles that the thing had. Gewehr dreamed of one day walking around boasting about his own muscles and fine weaponry. Perhaps if he could prove his worth... no that sounds like work. Perhaps he could trick his employers into thinking they needed higher level security and would pay for his transformation.
Gewehr no longer noticed he was staring strait on at the behemoth creature as he lost in his day dreams of power. |
OOC: Fil, if someone wants to see how Outlaws look like, they can visit TOGG or some other website. No need for these kind of posts. Especially these short ones. You must have noticed that most of us give a lot of detail when we post. Aiming for something similar would do you - and Slago - good.
----------------------------------------------- People started to gather around in the Cafeteria. They seemed a bit restless and tired of waiting, so Arnie decided to start - not that he wanted to be influenced by workers anymore. He wanted control over them - something he has been lacking all this time. "Alright, gather 'round and listen up!" he shouted. In that same moment, a skidding screech could be heard from the entrance. #7 Slig slid into view, hurrying towards the group, panting "I'm here, I'm here, sorry!" Arnie didn't comment of #7 Slig's being late, but the Glukkon looked at the Slig reproachfully. #7 Slig remembered the state he left Arnie in the previous day - it seemed it was not over yet. Avoiding trouble, he stood next to the two Glukkons in silence, leaning on his shotgun. Arnie looked back at the group in front of him. "Let me assure you all, being late will not be tolerated in the future. I told you to be here - twice. If some workers failed to do so, they will receive the appropriate treatment. That's all I'm saying." There was silence for a moment. He looked around, from the older employees, like Arthur and Dek, to the newer ones, like the giant Outlaw (Skullik), some Sligs (Gewehr, Zomb, etc.) and a new robot (SU-01). "Now, I don't know what you newbies heard about this place, but we're in bad shape currently." continued Arnie, under the pressure of his still-throbbing temple. "We've had animals going loose inside the building, we've had fires, explosions... All this due mostly to unefficiency of my employees." He remained silent again for a bit, letting his words to sink in for everyone. "To cut it short, I want you all to be at a certain workpost. I've always been trying to assign employees by taking their skills into consideration, yet they seem to fail following orders on certain occasions. Again, this I will not tolerate." "There are three areas in the factory which need living workforce: the Production Lines, the Packaging area and the product warehouse. Other areas only need occasional attendance, these three are more important, so I'll assign you to one of them. Seeing that there are more Sligs around than we need, they will fill in some of those posts which are traditionally filled by Mudkons." #7 Slig's eyes darted to Arnie, swallowing hard. "So let's see..." Arnie looked around again, thinking hard. "The first group will be Jim, Anni... and you over there, new Slig." he said, looking at Gewehr. "You three will be at Production Lines. Make sure that everything's OK after yesterday's fire, then start the machinery - and keep it running for a change." "You over there..." adressing Roy. "...Arthur, Dionysia - second group, to the warehouse. And you three..." meaning Maggie, Conway and Ralph "...third group, to Packaging. Those who have received their orders shall leave and get to work now. The rest of you, gather around. Your jobs are a bit more specific, it needs some planning." ----------------------------------------------- OOC: I stop here to avoid an over-longish post. That's enough to digest for now. |
Krik had finished his fone-call and had a quick glance at the clock in the office before heading out into the corridor. Making a guess at how long the meeting was likely to last, he should still have a fair amount of time to snoop around the lab. He wasn't exactly fond of the pushy vykker, Dek, and had little respect for Arnie, so he intended to see what trouble he could dig up.
He reached the lab and let himself in. The door to the cage room where the captured native was being held had swung almost closed, so he couldn't see inside. Never mind; he doubted the mud would try anything, and he didn't have time to worry about it. He busied himself searching (not particularly quietly) around the lab. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Anni had looked with some excitement at the huge newcomer; she had no idea what it was but she was enthusiastic to learn more. Before she could go and talk to it, however, Arnie had started his speech. Her face had fallen towards the end; she was happy to work with a slig and with Jim, but she knew about Jim's fear of sligs and thought that this turn of events was unlikely to end well. But then she had a brilliant plan! She could ask Arnie if she and Jim could work with the big new worker, instead of with the slig! Arnie would understand! He was a nice guy, afterall! The flowers she had painted on the cafeteria wall ages ago were still there (if somewhat faded; she would have to touch them up with some fresh paint some time). She wasn't as naive as she was when she painted them, but she was sure any glukkon nice enough to let them stay there wouldn't mind letting her and Jim work with someone other than a slig. Forgetting to worry about Dek, she ran to the front of the room and called out, "Um, Arnie, Boss, Jim doesn't really like sligs; I mean he's pretty afraid of them, and he won't work very well around one, so is it ok if we work with... um, that big guy over there instead?" She waved a hand vaguely towards the outlaw. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Dionysia grinned as Arnie started his speech. So the idiot glukkon had finally decided to start managing his factory! She smirked as the first group was announced. And then Arnie wiped the smirk off of her face. "You over there... Arthur, Dionysia - second group, to the warehouse." He expected her to go and work like a mud? What was wrong with him?! She glared furiously at the slig Arnie had pointed to - she vaguely recognised him but couldn't remember much about him. When Arnie dismissed them, she stayed very firmly where she was, her face a picture of rage. ooc: Look out Hembar!!! |
When Arnie finished the first part of his meeting, and the others employees were leaving the Cafeteria, except a slig (Dionysia) witch looked really angry, SU-01 made a few steps to get closer to Arnie, even if he stayed away from the group around the boss.
"I'll be waiting everything is finished and everyone is gone to tell him about what's going on" he thought. He unloaded his hypodermic ammunitions, making a slightly louder noise than usual, to remind the others that he was still here. |
OOC: -Emerges from the shadows- :D
IC: Roy listened closely as Arnie spoke. He would look around the huge room every once in a while at all the other species of creatures but kept quiet and listened to the Boss. He was now fully awake and was ready to get to work. He didn't know what job he may get or who he may be working with but it made him excited and nervous at the same time. He swallowed hard as Arnie addressed him along with Arthur and Dionysia. 'Warehouse?' He thought. He looked around the room again now a little shaken. 'This factory is so big!' -------- Corky gave a loud yawn as Arnie spoke. He also looked around the room eyeing a couple of the others he then noticed Maggie. He freaked and if it weren't for his fat Slog standing right beside him he would've falling over. He straightend up and walked over to the Boss as did some of the others that also did not have any jobs...yet. "Let's hope we get something good Phats." He whispered to his Slog with a grin. OOC: Hehe hoho haha xD -Steps back into the shadows- |
Gewehr listened as the boss started talking but quickly dozed off bored by the conversation that didn't include shooting guns(though he could of sworn he heard something about explosions and fires). The boss droned on eventually assigning inhabitants to teams. Gewehr saw one of his team mates((Anni)) and decided when the boss stopped flapping his gums to introduce himself.
When the boss stopped talking Gewehr hopped off his seat, his pants hissing in detest, making his way over to the Mudokon. However this Mudokon was also making its way over to the boss. Gewehr took his time catching up to the Mud looking around at the other employees... some of 'em were pretty weird looking. Once Gewehr was close enough he over heard his newly assigned team mate saying: "... of them, and he won't work very well around one, so is it ok if we work with... um, that big guy over there instead?" Gewehr inwardly swore. His team mate hadn't even so much as looked at him and already the Mud was trying to get someone else. That huge thing no even! Unable to resist Gewehr exclaimed, "Ug! That big lug!? He might be big, but he ain't no Slig! I'm not just brawn ya know! I'm very intelliagent." Gewehr stared at the ceiling for a sec racking his brain for a way to show how smart he was. It hurt his head a little, but then he figured it out. Gewehr detached the ammo stick from his gun and showed it to the Mudokon. "Math is just like ammunition. If ya got a full ammo clip that's 60 shots. If ya see a run away Mudokon and hold down the trigger till he dies, which takes a total of 16 seconds including bullets used on his fallen body to make him stop twitching, and you shoot 3 shots per second then... you prolly missed the first 3 and destroyed him with the remaining 45. That would leave you with... 12 bullets in your ammo clip." The northern Slig held his head high feeling very proud about showing off his skills. It was weird though, if he did the calculations when it came to engineering or well... anything non-gun related he lost his ability to do math. Most Vykkers didn't enjoy him drawing bullets, dead bodies, and guns all over their schematics. |
"Can i talk to the Boss now?" said Zomb.
He searched for Boss,with his eyes. |
Anni turned to the slig when she heard him talk and looked apologetic. By the time he had finished his speech, she looked somewhat different. "Um... Sorry. I really like sligs; it's just my friend, Jim, is scared of them, and he wouldn't be able to work very well around one. I hope I didn't offend you." She tried a friendly smile.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Krik searched briefly through the shelves and cabinets but there was nothing special or unusual. He did slip a bottle of pills into his bag (because it was hard to get supplies like that in his situation) but was mostly disappointed. He glanced towards the door to the cage room, but decided to leave it till last because it was the room he could best explain his presence in if Dek caught him. He headed into the storeroom instead. |
RG eyed the female Mudokon (Anni) as she approached Arnie and told him about Jim's phobia of Sligs. He decided to share his thoughts with them. "Boss, if I may interrupt... A Mudokon being afraid of Sligs is quite a natural condition in Industrial environments."
"True." nodded Arnie, then looked back at Anni. "Why do you think that's unusual? I'd expect Mudokons to work efficiently under Slig supervision, under all the pressure and the occasional beating. Besides, this Slig here..." he inclined his head towards Gewehr, who, in the meantime, delivered a lecture about Mudokon extermination. "...will be working just like you two. Of course, he'll be authorized to put pressure on you if you happen to forget about your job..." he raised his brows mockingly. He looked at the Outlaw (Skullik) again and thought things over. "Then again, what I have in mind for him is just a plan, so he will need to do something else until then." he thought. Arnie called out to the Outlaw. "OK, you're going to join these three until further notice." ---------------------------------------- OOC: Others will receive their orders soon, I still have 3 exams to be concerned with. |
Skullik listened intently to the Gluk Boss. Catching every bit of info he can. It seems as though this Meat-processing plant has gone through some serious Hell. Fires? Wild animals? This could be a PERFECT job for himself. Skullik always had experience with wild and crazy. The way this factory is going, wild and crazy won't be too far away.
The Gluk was approached by a couple individuals. One of them was a female Mudokon (Anni) speaking to the boss about some bussiness. Skullik knows very little about Muds but he knew this Mud in particular was just talking about him. Skullik's red eyes were wide-open in fear, thankfully, his solid visors don't allow others to look at his eyes (Aside from the eerie red glow emitting from em'). Please don't force me to get any uneeded attention, Skullik said in his mind. Things seemed get worse when a cocky Slig tried bragging about crud. "OK, You're going to join these three until further notice." The Big Cheese Gluk said. Skullik cocked his head to the side. The Outlaw took the order and stood up. He slipped on his backpack and tromped over to the group. two Muds and a Slig. the Outlaw personally had no clue what to say or how to even speak correctly to others. How long has it been since he's ever spoken a word? Skullik, embarrasingly staring at his feet, grunted out the word "H-Hi?" |
Despite Gewehr's very well display of possible mental ability the Mudokon just apologised explaining that her friend was afraid of Sligs. The Mud also smiled at the northern Slig... that was weird. The last time he had seen a Mudokon smile was when he and some coworkers had tricked it into thinking they were gonna share some food with it if it met an unreachable quota. Somehow he managed to do it, but dang the look on his face when we said he had a better chance of running a company then getting food from us. I normally prefer physically assaulting Mudokons, but that was actually pretty funny.
The proud Slig then remembered he was talking to somebody and snapped out of his memory. He was about to reply when some computery robot thingy pointed out that Mudokons are suppose to be afraid of Sligs. The boss agreed and decided that the huge thing would also join the group. As the behemoth stomped on over to the team Gewehr scowled. The boss had said something about him having to work as well. It would be easy to make the Mudokons do his share of the work. This big thing might squish him, or worse, make him do the big thing's work! The big thing opened it's maw and stuttered to say hi. It looked as stupid as it was big. Perhaps Gewehr could out smart the thing and command it around... well that would be new... a Slig using its brain to over come something!? Gewehr chuckled inwardly and decided to try to take command over the group, "Well guys ya heard da boss! Let's go round up that Jim guy and get to our post! I'm sure boss got more things ta botha with then our ugly mugs all day." |
Hearing the door to the labs open, Hembar held a finger to her mouth to motion to Ark to be quiet. She heard the noise of the vykker (Krik) outside doing who-knows-what and decided to risk a small peek.
Looking through a crack in the door, she could see him searching through cupboards and drawers. She wasn't sure what he was looking for, since she didn't realise he didn't work here, but she did know that if he came into this room it wouldn't end well! Turning back to Ark she came right up to the cage, crouched down and whispered quietly, "Ok, there's a vykker in the next room so we don't have much time." She stood upright and started chanting silently, mystical energy flowing around her and become more and more dense. Then suddenly the energy all surged together and there was a flash of light. Everything was silent for a moment, then click! The lock on the cage unlocked itself and the door swung open. Walking back to the door, she had another peek. The vykker was not in sight anymore, but she could sense that he was in the next room. "Ok," she whispered to Ark again, "it's now or never. You ready to make a run for it?" |
IC: “Hmm… well, I suppose it would both help and damage my current position” Ark said in a matter of fact tone, looking up at the female mudokon, “I am under official employment of this facility. Though, admittedly, I do not much enjoy it in this cage. So to answer your question… sure, why not, it’s not like I’m going to go far and I would rather not be enclosed.”
Ark smirked as he contemplated his position, and now knew (due to whom he was getting help from) that the indeed were starting to send Arnie the rejects or the experiments; ‘I mean how many female muds are in this place’ he thought to himself, though the novelty was already wearing off. “Spring me,” he said to her, getting to his feet with renewed energy, his tattoos again catching more light than usual. |
Zomb goes to Annie.
He Carefully asks: :"Do you know who's Da Boss here?" |
OOC: I wish not to look rude, but Fil, don't ya think Zomb would know who the boss is by now? The boss has been giving out orders to most people for two long posts already. I know this is the job of a mod, but I'd also like to mention that many people are adding detail to their posts, while you just make these short two sentance posts. I'm sorry, but it's just my petpeeve to see a few short uneeded posts mixed in with all of these detailed paragraphic posts. Sorry again.
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On the contrary, the more detail you add, the longer will be your post, the better it is. Nobody wants to read 2 lines long posts. It will increase the number of pages of the RPG and the story will slow down. |
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IC: Slash turned his head at Arnie. Was he in a bad mood today, or...was something wrong with him before? (as now he seemed more typically Glukkon). At least he appeared to have a clear head now, and be better able to cope with the demands of running the place. --- Silph decided it might be time to get up. He didn't want to get marked down for being particularly late being he was newer here. He got up and yawned, stretching his mandibles, as he got up and headed for the cafeteria, scratching his back as he went. He stopped outside and listened. He wasn't too late, but the boss sounded different. He tried to sneak unnoticed to the nearest seat, and sat down, not sure if he'd been noticed. |
Hembar turned back to Ark in surprise as he stated matter-of-factly, “I am under official employment of this facility."
"What?!" she exclaimed, almost forgetting to whisper, "You work here? I thought you'd been captured, being in a cage and all. What were you doing in there? She wondered if she'd perhaps acted a little prematurely freeing this mudokon now. <•-•-•-•-•> Ralph wasn't entirely sure who his assigned workmates were, but he knew where he was heading, so he promptly got up and left the cafeteria after Arnie commanded him to Packaging. Walking straight to the main lifts, he stopped inside and waited to see if the other two would come the same way. |
Slago heard the orders Arnie has given out.He listened to each word very carefully."Ya,whaddya want?"Slago told Arnie.Slago is being impatient for some reason.Slago adjusted his mask and walked over to Arnie.
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I've already talked to you about short, pointless posts, and yet you've ignored my advice. Also, your new hyper-violent character is totally against waht we want in the RPG; we don't want someone going round killing everything, destroying everything. It's not cool and it's not at all fun for the other characters. I've really, really tried to be patient with you, but you're really pushing me. I don't want to be harsh, but if you continue to break RPG rules you will face being banned from this RPG. As to your comment, posts that are as short as yours are somewhat stupider than the mid-length posts that everyone else in this RPG have been posting. If you can't be bothered to read or post anything longer than two sentences, then there really isn't a place for you in this RPG. Sorry, but that's how it is here. Slago, please listen to this advice too. You don't want to make the same mistakes as Fil. |
IC: "Well, according to the Magog Cartel I do, but I haven't technically received work from the official in charge of this factory," Ark said deliberately, waving his hand and hunching his shoulder in hesitation of whether what he said made it less likely for him to be freed from the room.
"It may have seemed necessary to my captors that I be put in this cell, but I assure that it is not. The reason for me being here is that a must of irritated some one, so that one I approached some one of power, to ask a question: they panicked, causing others to panic, which made it so that I had to run or be killed by a trigger happy panicking slig," Ark continued in a less than enthusiastic tone. "And thus, I am here," he concluded, "though I am rather surprised to find myself a prisoner, instead of a corpse." |
Anni was slightly surprised by Arnie's answer. Put pressure on her? Feeling slightly uneasy, she nodded and said to Arnie, "Um, ok, but I don't think he'll be able to do much work."
She turned around and grinned up at the big thing that had just arrived. "Hi! I'm Anni; I guess we'll be working together! What's your name?" "Well guys ya heard da boss! Let's go round up that Jim guy and get to our post! I'm sure boss got more things ta botha with then our ugly mugs all day." She more or less shrugged off the slig's comment and replied, "Ok, you go the the production lines and make sure it's all running smoothly, and we," (she gestured to herself and the outlaw) "Will go and look for Jim." Without waiting for a reply, she grabbed the outlaw by the hand and half-led-half-sort-of-dragged him out of the cafeteria. ooc: sorry, haven't got time for the others right now. Back later. (By pure coincidence, Jim's cowering in the production lines right now). |
Skullik mumbled out a low growl to himself as the female Mudokon, now idenitfied as Anni, grabbed him by the hand and dragged him out of the cafeteria. He looked back at the still nameless Slig (Gewehr) in surprise as they should be all working together on the same job, as it was Boss's orders after all. The Outlaw, still being dragged in against his will, looked back at Anni. He studied the Mudokon. One noticeably odd thing about her, aside from her total generosity to a big glaring beast like Skullik, was her pinkish skin. As mentioned before, Skullik doesn't know too much about Mudokons, but he has never seen a Pink Mudokon any where on Oddworld. He looked down at her hand, grabbed onto his own grubby clawed hand, and noticed a strange symbol on it. The Outlaw thought to ask her about these later. "S-so where're w-we going?" Skullik said in his deep monstrous tone of voice.
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"Hmmmm, I see." Hembar replied to Ark, putting a hand to her chin thoughtfully.
"Well, as you said, if you get out of here it's gonna help you, but it's not going to be very good for your 'job...'" She looked back to the door, "But in any case, I need to get out of here before I'm found out; unlike you I'm not even officially considered a worker here. So it's up to you if you want to get out, but if you do I suggest this as our strategy: "There's a vykker in the next room over, and he seems to be rather busy at the moment, but if we just rush out there he's sure to hear us, so," she looked back at the other mudokon, "I don't know how quiet you can be, but it's gotta be stealth all the way, unless he spots us. If you hear any sign that he's seen us, just run for it!" She moved up to the door and pushed it slightly ajar. "Ok, you ready?" OOC: Ralph is waiting on da Outlaw commonly referred to as "Moosh." |
me karakter bigbroglukon wit supapowaful gun! he shoot evry1 bam bam bam this rpg over start a nu 1 ol abaut mee!
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OOC: -steps outta the shadows once more-
IC: Roy nervously looked around the huge room full of different creatures. He had no idea who Arthur or Dionysia was but he had to find out since he was going to be working with the two. He hadn't even gotten a chance to walk around the factory. Not one to speak out for himself Roy stood by the wall watching everyone else. He needed to meet the two or atleast talk with the Boss and see what was going on. He looked over at Arnie and the others that had gathered around him. 'It's now or never..' He thought now walking over with a lump in his throat. ------ Corky waited along with fellow Sligs and other creatures. Phats like always stayed close to his side. "Come on...get on with it." He mumbled and stood waiting impaitently. He huffed then looking over by the entrance he noticed Maggie come in pushing aside anyone that was in her path. 'Oh dear Odd!! It's her!' He bagan to freak out. He quickly moved away from everyone including the Boss and went over by a seat. He sat down messing with his gun trying not to get her attention but Phats on the other hand caught her sent. He sniffed the floor then hurried over to it's core which of course was Maggie. "Phats...come back here..." He begged his Slog but Phats had already made it to the flirty Wolvak. |
The northern Slig didn't like how the Mudokon(Anni) blew him off so nonchalantly. What were wrong with the Mudokons here? Did they think they were his equals or something? Mudokons were referred to as Muds for a reason. Muds weren't even equal to the produce they manufactured. They were lower then that. Filthy, useless mud. That is what Mudokons were equal to.
Gewehr made a mental note to beat that Mud the first chance he got. The smallest of excuses would work for him. I mean as long as the thing could still work did it matter how scarred its body was? The prideful Slig decided he would also terrorize the stupid Mud's friend. If only he could manage to find the thing. Oh well... he could always wait for the Mud and the big thing to find the shaken one for him. Deciding to head into to his work station Gewehr left the cafeteria and made his way around the facility. Following signs around Rupture Farms the northern Slig managed to find the Production Lines. He looked around amazed by the huge contraptions that distributed the various products throughout Rupture Farms. Gewehr was no engineer, but the machines looked like they could still operate. Some of them were just a little covered in soot or ash, nothing a little scrubbing couldn't fix. Gewehr saw the switch to get the machinery back into operation and decided to give it a pull. At first he was only using his right hand, but the switch refused to budge. Using both his hands and all his might Gewehr gave it a second attempt. It wasn't that Gewehr actually wanted to work, no sane Slig would. It was just that wearing pants made Gewehr feel strong. Sadly he was still just as weak as any Slig. Tugging a tad too hard Gewehr lost his balance and fell very awkwardly onto his back; knocking his head against the cold, metal floor. The gyros within Gewehr's pants went to work and brought the Slig back up. The prideful Slig was very embarrassed and hoped no one else had seen what had happened. He made a quick scan around the room and to his dismay saw someone(JIM) nearby. Losing logic in his state of chagrin Gewehr grabbed his blunderbuss off his belt and pointed it at the possible witness. Taking a closer look he realized it was just a cowering Mud. Upon further speculation Gewehr realized that this Mudokon might be THE cowering Mud. The northern Slig's feelers twisted into what other Sligs would perceive as a smirk. Gewehr lowered his weapon, placing it back onto his belt, and introduced himself: "Ey Mud. You wouldn hapn to be Jim would ya? Da boss assigned you, me some big guy, and your brother ta work here. Anni, or wat evah dat Slurg feed is called, told me ya got a fear of us Sligs or sumthin. She says you can't work wit me. Now I find that prepos... prepost... stupid! Ya look like a quiet, easy ta work wit guy. Da boss wants us ta clean up dis place and keep it runnin. Now we're a team. So dat means we gots to work togedah. As long as ya do everything I say we won't have no problems. Ya hear?" |
IC: Ark contemplated the mudokon that stood before him, she was a native or a rouge, but that meant little to him; after all he spend a year in mudokon village, where he had ‘accidentally’ acquired his dark skin. What did bother him was how she had come to sneaking around this factory, and the pronoun he was using. Obviously the Cartel didn’t care about this factory to much of an extent anymore, which might explain why she hadn’t been questioned yet. The paper work about any employee probably hadn’t even been bothered to be filled out, let alone signed and mailed.
But once again he was standing next to a female mudokon, and was again she had little resemble to the one had worked with prior, but rather had a similar build to the other one he had met. As he heard the next part of her plan, he realized that she hadn’t thought this through too any great lengths, and was relying on luck, which was also fine; he generally had good luck. One she mentioned stealth he gave a sly smile, “I can blend into any shadow, the only advantage this stained skin has given me, and I never make a sound, unless I want to,” Ark replied, “Not that it matters, those head heavy idiots can only hear screams of pain anyway.” |
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Same goes for you Fil. If you find reading long posts troublesome, it'll be best if you leave. You'd be fried if Slaveless was still around... (his posts are record winners in lenght) -------------------------------------------- "Well guys ya heard da boss! Let's go round up that Jim guy and get to our post! I'm sure boss got more things ta botha with then our ugly mugs all day." "Read my mind, that Slig did." thought Arnie with a smirk as Gewehr called out to Anni and Skullik. At least there's a member in the group who tends to motivate the others - effectively or not. Group 1 should be OK, but... Arnie looked at the others in Cafeteria. Appart from the people who had not got their jobs yet, there were still some workers around who were already in a working group. Dionysia's expression caught his attention. The female Mudokon's face showed signs of fury and disobediance. Arnie still remembered the message Dionysia brought him - she got used to being treated differently just for being a 'prototype'. The Glukkon turned away from the Mudokon. He felt that the workers needed further motivation. He turned to #7 Slig, who was standing next to him. "Blank shot, aimed at the ceiling." he told the Slig in a low voice. "...what?" aked #7 Slig, unprepared for the order. Arnie made no reply but turned to RG instead. "Blank shot, aimed at the ceiling." RG did not make any objections. He removed a grey cartridge from one of his torso compartments and loaded it into his rifle. He aimed at the ceiling and pulled the trigger. The Cafeteria rang for seconds after RG made the shot. Arnie called out to everyone in general. "If you got your orders, go and get to them!" -------------------------------------------- OOC: I'll really get to the rest of you soon, it's still a few days until my exams are over. |
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Hehe...Arnie freaking out the whole Cafeteria ^_^ Listen to dah boss è_é -----IC----- When SU-01 heard Arnie's order to #7 slig, then to RG, he thoughts : "Error : Mudokon-Friendly Environment Engagement Rule is obsolete. Update required ASAP. I'll ask to the boss how should I behave later... That the way to go, if you ask me...Maybe he wont need me anymore, but I'll still told him what I've to. He'll judge by himself..." |
OOC: As long as I'm waiting for Splat, I mineaswell better post Uggs' intro.
IC: The train seemed eerily silent ever since the large Outlaw tromped its own way out. Nobody was seemingly in sight. Then a little head poked out of the train's exit. It scanned the surrounding environment. A totally metallic hell zone. Just like his last location ...... Uggs the little Slig kid crawled out of the ship, sighing out his disappointment. ------------------------------- Name: Uggs Species: Slig Gender: Male Age: Comparable to an eight year-old boy? Appearance: Like any healthy Larva Slig Baby wearing perfect-sized Slig Mask. Uggs doesn't currently own a pair of pants, so his locomotion is through crawling around with his arms. On his chest is a black tattoo in the shape of OWI's logo. Apparently, the tattoo is of mystical origin... Personality: Uggs has the common characteristic of many newly-born Sligs, he has the will to care for others and to be cared for himself. He can share and even sense how others are feeling. Despite this, Uggs also has the common viewpoints of children in which he'd mostly look after himself and think of others later. He also has a DEEP interest in the supernatural. History: Uggs was born from the crude beast known as Queen Skillya, mother of a thousand evils. He behaved qite normally like other babies, all he wanted was to see into his mum's eyes and accept love from her heart into his own. Also commonly used on Slig Larva is the special treatment that the adult Slig Guards use. Basically, they try to beat the poor lad, an attempt in snuffing out the love. But this didn't work. Even after the beatings, Uggs was willing to hug ANYTHING. The Gluks were confused by this, but no matter, they will merely feed Baby Uggs to Queen Skillya. Simple. Buuuuut Skillya was in such a pissed off mood, she was willing to squish the Gluk Bosses themselves! The plot was abandoned, and Uggs was allowed to live. Life within the Slig Barracks were tough for poor Uggs. The little larva was too small to even carry any form of gun correctly! Uggs had no Slig Combat skill whatsoever. For this, the Guards would continue beating the kid. Uggs was much more interested in reading spooky tales, stories of ghosts and aliens. He eventually caught onto Mudokon and even Glukkon forms of spiritualism! The kid had to keep it secret though, as the Guards would still wail on him for reading such unholy content. Soon enough, Uggs snuck his way into a train, heading towards Rupture Farms ------------------------------- Uggs shut his beady eyes for a few seconds ...... He reopened them, only to find out he was still within this large monolithic meat-processing plant. It can't be! His true home CAN'T be another industrial pit! It just CAN'T be! Uggs quietly spoke to himself "Home? Where's my home?" The little Slig wanted to make his way into the safety of the train's womb, but curiousity took a hard controlling grasp on the kid's mind. Rupture Farms looked so hypnotic. Soon enough, Uggs took in a breath of confidence and marched into the bowells of the factory. His true home must be here somewhere ...... Uggs' tattoo dimly flashed .... |
Ark: “I can blend into any shadow, the only advantage this stained skin has given me, and I never make a sound, unless I want to. Not that it matters, those head heavy idiots can only hear screams of pain anyway.”
Hembar smiled, "Good. In that case, let's go quickly." She slipped silently out the door and swiftly but quietly made her way to the lab door. Checking to make sure Ark was keeping up, she reached for the switch to re-open the door... OOC: Alright, here's the exciting bit! Will Krik spot the mudokons trying to escape? Or will they get out undetected? Find out all this, and more, in the next exciting episode of- oh, wait, it's all part of the same episode! :D |
ooc: Sorry for the wait; I had a really, really painfully busy weekend. But 10 and a half hours of sleep later I'm up and ready to go.
BTW, Gretin, I'm going to assume Hembar is out in the main section of the lab by now. IC: Dionysia was watching as Arnie whispered to the #7 Slig, then to the robot. When RG fired she saw it coming and didn't jump. Also, she recognised the sound of a dry bullet when she heard one. Phoneyness didn't intimidate her; she was going no where. (ooc: not to be hypocritical but we can move this along now; if you don't have a very definate reason to stay in the cafeteria then can you move to your work station in your next post? I just don't want us to be here for ages :() -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Anni smiled up at the big creature; he was really cute! "We'll just wander round for a bit. I don't really know where Jim is though. What did you say your name was? And, uh, I've never seen anyone like you before; what species are you?" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Jim tried to shrink back into a corner when the slig entered the production lines. It didn't work. From the slig's speech, he managed to pick up that he and Anni were supposed to be working here with this slig. Oh Odd; he was in trouble! He more or less failed to respond to the slig. He more or less failed to move. He's frozen up. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- The lab storeroom was very tidy; in fact, aside from a couple of pieces of machinery which had been messily shoved back in place after being used, the room was very well ordered, and quite clean. As Krik had a quick look around, he spotted a few valuable drugs but didn't take any as it would be too obvious with the shelves as neat as they were. Instead he preyed upon a filing cabinet which had been placed discreetly in a corner. It was, it turned out, doctor's records for the factory. He pulled out a few files at random but it was fairly standard stuff; a mudokon inhaling smoke, a slig loosing an arm in a fight, muds loosing their sight in machine accidents, or getting badly cut when messing with scrap metal, a slig receiving treatment for steal inhalation, another slig who- Oh, good grief. Krik very delicately replaced the file into the drawer as if he wanted to touch as little of it as possible, and then prudently pushed the drawer closed, trying to wipe away some horrible mental images which would no-doubt keep him awake for the rest of the week. Suddenly having had enough of Rupture Farms to last him a good long time, he walked delicately towards the door back into the main lab, pausing only to pick a bo of chill pills off of a shelf. About the same time a certain duo of mudokons was crossing the lab, Krik turned the door handle from the storeroom. Annoyingly, he knocked a lab-coat which was hanging from a hook on the door with his elbow, and it fell to the floor. The door swung open just a little as he reached down and picked up the coat. Then he noticed something had fallen out of the pocket; another medical file. Not without trepidation, he reached down and picked it up. Then he stopped and stared. ooc: What cunning piece of plot-element has Krik discovered? Will he spot the escaping slave and his sneaky saviour as they slip out of the lab? Also, is anyone enough of a W@RF buff to identify all of the records Krik found in the lab? unfortunately they were only started when Dek arrived, otherwise there would undoubtedly have been a slig getting hit by a train in there. Cookies to anyone who can identify... A mudokon inhaling smoke A slig loosing an arm in a fight A mudokon loosing his sight in a machine accident A mudokon getting cut badly when messing with scrap metal A slig receiving treatment for steam inhalation A slig with a medical problem so gross that we demanded that that particular plot be discontinued (baaaaaaaaaad mental images) And also any guesses for the mysterious record (MM can't guess on that one because I've already discussed it with him.) And finally, I just want to remind everyone to try and speed up the action in their posts in the hopes of keeping the thread moving further than the last. If the people given jobs could clear out of the cafeteria now I would appreciate it. Let's keep this thread an ALIVE experience!!! (Sorry, couldn't resist). |
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Skullik lightly groaned to himself. He was a slurping monster and he was speaking to such a high-spirited soul? What are the odds of that? The Outlaw, trying to absorb more confidence, growled out "M-my name's Skullik. Skullik t-t-t-the Ou-Outlaw. I'm an Outlaw." Skullik realized he was actually saying the wrong word in this conversation. Outlaw. He gasped and quickly added "But PLEASE don't let my species name scare ya. I've nev-nev-never done a nasty thing my whole life." Skullik lied. His first word he ever spoke was a swear, and the last thing he's done before taking up to prison life was jumping a drunkard. But the Outlaw wanted to stop this. Rupture Farms is giving him the chance of starting over his story, and possibly make the right friends. And the Outlaw can sense some goodness in making friends with this Mudokon. Lexi in the mean time, was dozing off. Bored of being stowed away in Skullik's backpack.
----------------------------------------- Uggs pittered-pattered across a hallway (OOC: He's far away enough from Skullik's and Anni's sights, not like they're even facing his direction anyway). The Slig Kid anticipated his journey. His real home doesn't seem to be anywhere. Uggs stopped and lied down on his belly on the metallic surface, giving out a sigh. "Home ....." Uggs was desperatley calling for his home as if it were an obediant pet that was to come and comfort him. The Slig turned over onto his back and looked at the black OWI tattoo that formed on his chest. It was a noticably large tattoo. "Where did you come from?" Uggs asked the tattoo. The Slig Larva nodded his head as a response to nothing. "Oh. So my new home IS here?" |
The northern Slig continued to stare at the cowering Mudokon waiting for a response. It soon became apparent that the Mud was not going to say anything. What was wrong with this thing? Then Gewehr remembered Anni. That Mudokon didn't listen to what he said either. It frustrated him incredibly. Who do they think they are! These Muds are lower then filth! And they think they are better then him!? Sure Gewehr wasn't the strongest or biggest Slig around, but he wasn't below average.
Gewehr wasn't sure if it was his mind playing tricks on him or not, but he could of sworn he just saw the cowering Mudokon sneer at him. That was it wasn't it!? They were mocking him behind his back! He had only just recently been employed to Rupture Farms and already his coworkers were judging him and comparing him to others. They probably joked him about his height when he wasn't around or scoffed his lack of strength. And this Mudokon saw Gewehr fall when he was trying to pull a lever. This gossiping, rumor mongering fool would go around the whole factory telling everyone of his inadequacy. 'Look at that Slig,' they would say, 'he can't even pull a lever! Skillya must of overlooked him. She would of gotten rid of such a short freak had she of seen him. I bet the reason he holds his head so high all the time is so can feel taller... the schmuck. He'll never amount to anything, he's prolly a Mud lover too. Yeah weaklings love Mudokons, makes them feel better about themselves.' Gewehr closed his eyes and swore inwardly over and over again. Screaming for the voices to go away. After hiding from his own feelings of incompetence and he reopened his eyes to still see that Mudokon there. The one who would mock Gewehr behind his back, the one who would tell everyone about the lever, the one who acted superior to Gewehr. Gewehr, driven by rage, walked up to the Mudokon breathing heavily. Once the prideful Slig's pants stopped clicking from movement he found himself standing above the Mud. Adrenaline rushing through his system, Gewehr raised his gun ready to bash the base of it into the Mudokon's head. Gewehr spit at the Mudokon vehemently, "So Mud. Ya too good ta talk ta me are ya? I'm not yo equal? Wat's so wrong wit me eh? Cus I can't pull sum stupid levah? Well I don't care! I'm yo superiah so yah has to listen to me! I'll beat respect inta ya if I have to! What do you have to say to that!?" OOC: No worries. I seem to always have this problem with having violent characters. Prolly cus I mostly role play Sligs. Splat if you can't get Jim out of the situation I'll just come up with some silly reason as to why Gewehr can't hit Jim. |
OOC: Guys, there's a POSSBILITY (note: not for sure. It's merely POSSIBLE) that I won't be posting for atleast 2 weeks. So, Splat, I'll allow you to somewhat guide Skullik around (Not as a full character, maybe just following Anni around and speaking along the way). Just remember, he's scary-looking, shy, and would threaten to kick the crap outta people that mess with his friends. Uggs is in the perfect situation to be ignored, so he'll just disappear until I come back. For now, just post normally, and if I don't reply for a while, that means I'm gone. Again. I'm not FULLY sure if I'll be gone. When I'm back, I'll take over Skullik and Uggs again in whatever situation they may be in.
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IC: Arthur sighed. He moaned out load to everyoen satill in the Cafeteria "Always with the production lines! Just as I make some nice new cooking genius, I get stuck on the boring stuff." He marched out of the Cafe, but stopped to see Dionysia stubbornly refusing to leave. He still was slightly wary of the ill tempered mudokon. "Hey, miss Ants In Pants, ya have to get to your workstation. I don't like it either but Im goin', and I have a reputation for laziness. D'ya really wanna try ta beat my own record?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dek quickly turned and walked back towards his Lab. He still had to finish recording Jim's medical details and operation notes. The forthcomnig stresses of such work were almost breaking through the calm of his Chill Pills. "Need more Pills, much more Pills. Stronger ones too." he muttered to himself, walking past Anni and Skullik as he did so. 'Didn't know we employed Outlaws. And I need to secure Anni in the Labs again so-Aha! He paused in his tracks, walked backwards to place a finger under Anni's nose and say "You. Labs. Sometime soon. Medical checkup is due....Try to er...be along later today. No friends please, its important to be a solo examination. And I know we've had differences before but, I don't bite. You'll find me quite nice if you give me a chance, all the other patients in the factory seem quite happy." 'They also seem to disappear soon after I operate on them but...best not to speculate about that.' He resumed in his tracks and, after some further walking, reached the Lab door. He began tapping in the code with his finger, while the passing by of Anni had reminded him about certain important documents, documents that were due a review and perhaps publication. He reached a claw into an inner pocket as he finished entering the access code. |