Things often slow down towards the end of summer, so we'll give it a while yet, and a few more pages if we can.
Oh and ABM, it is not usual to take a months break; that was an attempt to save the RPG from death-by-spam. It won't help now; we'll just lose members. |
OOC: Indeed. W@RF need activity now, more than anything. It also needs T-Nex back, to be honest. The RPG's slowly died since she left. Havoc too, to a similar degree. Although we'll have to try and pick things up without them.
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ooc: Moosh has very limited internet access atm so we have to wait for her I guess. Jim is waiting for Dek and I don't really want to move just one of my characters at the moment.
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OOC: You people should make a poll about who posts more: me or Red Muse. No offence to her though... I guess she would throw me into that certain fiery meat grinder if she saw this.
---------------------------------- "Odd name? You mean mine? Well, people have been calling me that ever since my basic training." said #7 Slig as he lead Roy out from the Cafeteria. "You know... Number Slig, Seven Guy and other variations." They walked on towards the Production Lines. After they turned around a corner, #7 Slig heard a banging noise from nearby. He looked around, searching for the source, but he didn't see anything. Then a vent cover fell off next to them, clanging on the ground next to their feet. #7 Slig raised his gun instinctively, pointing it at the vent opening. He expected an intruder to appear, and he wanted to make sure it didn't enter the corridor... alive. In the next moment, a Mudokon fell out from the vent, landing on the cover with a thud. #7 Slig lowered his gun with a sigh. "Rick... You could have told us it was you." Rick sat up, with a pained expresion on his face. "Like I knew you were out here." he said, rubbing his back as he stood up. "I started the ventilation manually, so the smoke in the Production Lines should be gone soon." "Good work." said #7 Slig. "Let's get going then." The three of them set off towards the Lines. "By the way, RG was with you when you left the Cafe, right? Where is he?" "Uh, we split up on our way." said Rick uncertainly. "He told me to go to the Production Lines, and he went to check something... Maybe around the Storage, I think that was it. Haven't heard from him since." #7 Slig pulled his SCU from his pants and turned it on. "RG, come in. RG-49, this is #7 Slig. Come in." There was no answer. "Strange... Listen Rick, could you go after him and check. He usually responds to my call." "Alright." said Rick, turning back. "See you later then." He set off towards the Storage, while #7 Slig and Roy carried on towards the Lines. On his way back, Rick noticed the vent cover on the floor. He picked it up and replaced it on the opening. "There." With that done, he ran off towards the Storage. |
OOC: Right, I have returned! I'm so happy. Explanation time (though no one has posted in this for two weeks, which has happened before but not often enough for it to be normal) I went on vacation back to my home in the states. Once there I found I could not log in, no matter what I tried the computer just would not let me log in, I still don't know why. But now I'm back to my computer in Thailand so I can log in again.
Sorry for the sudden disappearance, I was not expecting it. IC: Ark started to semi-regain consciousness. He was vaguely aware that he was being carried, and that his head hurt. 'Were am I,' the though boomed in his head, he didn't want to think about, he didn't exactly want to think about anything. Then thought came rushing in: 'what happened?', 'odd my head hurts', 'why am I being carried?', 'odd, my head really hurts', 'I was hiding them something climbed up the pipes, and there was a slight sound and then...', 'Odd, it feels like my heads splitting apart, and my back and arm hurt a little. Odd damn it, what happened?!' His eyes flickered half-open, and he struggled to try to move his head, to absolutely no affect. Failing at that he tried to move his eyes, which also bore no result. All the while his head felt like it was going to implode. He let the pain overwhelm him and drifted into unconsciousness again, with one last thought, 'I hope I get out of this alive... damn my head hurts.' |
Oops, double post.
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Out of Coffee:
Live, damn you! LIIIVE! Anyway, I don't know if stopping the roleplay then starting W@RF v.9 will really change anything, seeing as nobody has anything to post anyway. I'm still sort of new here so I don't really know if the roleplay being this slow is normal or not. Anyway, whatever everyone else thinks i'll just agree with. BIC: Skelter remained silent as the anonymous vykker (Krik) started stitching her mouth shut. She couldn't feel the needle, but she could feel the thread tugging her mouth shut, and even with painkillers, it was still uncomfortable. She kicked her legs back and forth angrily over the side of the medical table, giving the vykker (Krik) a far-from-agreeable look. --- Conway continued his trek around the cafeteria. Finding nothing of interest, he sprawled out over one of the table's benches, dozed off, and proceeded to snore like a foghorn. --- Maggie stood patiently outside the Lab, staring at the door. She ducked down and tried to look through the keyhole. No luck. Huffing, Maggie turned on one of her big, blunt feet and wandered off. "Connie?" Maggie called, using the nickname Skelter had chrisened on her mudokon friend. She looked around the corner. "You still up here?" When no reply came, Maggie trotted down some nearby stairs and proceeded to wander the hallways. She looked around, scratching her head with a meaty finger. She pushed open a door that read 'Cafeteria' and looked inside. Grinning, she spotted Conway fast asleep. She decided not to disturb him. Seeing as everybody else was busy at the moment, Maggie decided to try and find whoever owned the place. That way she could get them jobs, and then they'd be able to... well, that wasn't important right now. |
OOC: Well im back, and so i have decided to start posting in this again. Due to the length of my leave lets assume Flare was shipped back to the barracks.
Flare had climbed of the train, armed with fairly new weapons and most importantly new pants, again flames painted on them for a more dashing look. His new weapon, a simple but effective assault rifle, useful for longrange combat. Most import of all his new things was his body armor, it also had flames painted on it. He chose not to wear armor over his face and so from his sholders upwards he was your average slig, his gas mask however was quite old and warn out, the reasson for this was the fact that it belonged to a friend of his at the barraks, a friend whom for all Flare knew was dead. He turned his new pants barely making a sound at all as he moved onwards, assuming he would again take care of the slogs of rapture farms, or if he would be used for a more important job. As he left the station he lit a cigar, smokeing as he leaned against the wall, for once in his odd life Flare felt at home. |
Hello everyone ! I've been reading this RPG for a long time and I decided to join. So here's my character :
Name : Security unit-01 Species : Autonomous snoozer (concidered male) Time on duty : 6 month Appearance : Just like every snoozer except he is totally autonomous. Since he has been on duty for only 6 month, his armor is all claen and shiny Item/Weapons : CLASSIFIED by Vikker's lab security dpt. History : He's a prototype of Snoozer that don't require someone to work. The 6 month duty correspond on training. His personallity is very "computerized" (for now). He can only speak with pre-recorded slig sound (Hi, Freeze, Get'em...) and few other words that he have learned during his training. I've read the rules, and don't worry, my character isn't "super-mega-overpowered, equipped with overkill-weapons and uber-armor", it's just a regular snoozer with some improvements. Oh and one last thing, I'm French. My English isn't perfect but I'll try as hard as I can to be clear. ----------IC---------- A FeeCo train arrives to the station, two Interns put a huge wooden crate out of the wagon and then quickly re-enter the train and leave. After a few minutes, the crate explodes, revealing a snoozer body. Four red lights are glowing on it... Security unit-01 (SU-01) thoughts: Main program successfully activated ! 1st task : Meet the boss for instructions. *Head towards Arnie's office, and knock at the door with one of his gun (since he has no hands). Wait for an answer...* |
ooc: COuld two new posters save this thread from death?
Jimmy, your english so far is great! Better in fact than many english members we get :p BigBroSlig, it's called Rupture Farms. I hope you can follow some rules now. :fuzwink: IC: The Procedure took about 15 minutes. "There," Said Krik when it was done and Skelter's lips were fully stitched up, and then (because he was a mean git and he simply couldn't resist the temptation), "How does that feel?" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- "It's fine," Dionysia answered Silph and pushed open the door. A scrawny, somewhat smoke-blackened mud that she vaguely recognised was pushing a machine into the room, the vykker who worked here was watching him and Krik was standing beside an intern on an operating table. She grinned. "Hey Krik, I just caught the mud who tried to possess the boss!" She gestured over her shoulder to Ark, carried over Silph's shoulder. Krik turned and looked annoyingly unimpressed, "I thought you might. I'm sure Dek won't mind you putting it in one of his cages until you've reported to Arnie. I'd keep an eye on this one Dek; it was doing some strange things in the cafeteria earlier." -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Anni wandered down the corridor from the bathroom when up ahead, outside Arnie's office, she saw a new-looking snoozer. Odd; she hadn't seen any here before. In fact she hadn't seen one in years. "Hey," She said unsurely as she wasn't sure if they could understand proper speech, "Arnie's not usually in his office. You'd have a better chance of finding him in the cafeteria or somewhere." ooc: Please don't shoot her :fuzwink: |
OOC: My head hurts...xo
IC: "Holy Shrykull!" Roy screamed as the vent cover fell to the floor. He quickly moved behind #7 Slig who raised his gun to the vent opening. A second later a Mudokon had falling out of the vent with a thud. As #7 Slig lowerd his gun Roy walked back up beside him relieved that it wasn't something dangerous. Roy scratched the back of his head as he followed the two to down the corridor. He stayed quiet and listened in on the two's conversation while they walked. "Oh alright then." Roy said with a quiet tone in his voice as Rick turned back towards the Storage room. Then #7 Slig and Roy continued toward the Production Lines. ------- Now back together again Corky felt like nothing could stop him and his trusted Slog Phats. The two weren't away from eachother long but to Corky it felt like an eternity. Sniffing and drooling like always Phats was just as happy as his master. Though the bruise was still very visable on the Slog's head it seemed like Phats had forgotten what his master had done to him. Corky had kept what he had done in the back of his mind and didn't wanna think on it anymore so the twosome kept walking. A minute or two later. "I'm getting hungry!" Corky huffed while stopping dead in his tracks. "What about you Phats?" looking down at the fat yet well built Slog. Phats replied with a loud snort. Corky grinned "Good enough for me!" The two started walking off again to the Cafeteria it was where Corky was going in the first place anyway and there was sure to be a lot of other Sligs there aswell as the Boss. |
Out of Coffee:
Yay, new people. =) BIC: "How does that feel?" The vykker asked Skelter. It took a second for Skelter's aggrivated brain to process the message. "Hmmm dhm thm mmm? Hmm dhm thm MMM?! Hmm hm hmm dh mmm nnnk!" How the hell do you think it feels! Skelter snatched a mirror from a medical table nearby and looked at herself. Her stitches looked like they'd been tightened on purpose, and made the skin around them turn a sickly, bruised eggplant color. Skelter moaned and sat back down on the table, feeling like she'd lost whatever tiny strand of self-respect she had left. --- "OH SKELTEEERR!" Maggie practically screamed up the stairs. Hopefully the intern would get the message and she wouldn't have to walk up any stairs. "CONNIE'S ASLEEEP! WHAT SHOULD I DO WITH HIM?!" No reply came. Maggie huffed and turned on her foot, sitting down on the bottom stair. She watched in silence as a slig (Corky) and his slog (Phats) walked by. Suddenly Maggie jumped up and started following them. In a demonstration of her lack of personal space, Maggie followed the slig so closely that she was practically breathing down his neck, just staring at him. "Hi!" she exploded, banking to the side and trotting next to the pair. "I'm Maggie!" |
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@Splat : This thread doesn't deserve death ! I'll make my possible to save it ^^ And thanks about my English level, I'm flattered. Oh and another thing. If you're talking of my character in this sentence :"she saw a new-looking snuzi", I think you make a lil' mistake : my character isn't a snuzi (snuzi = Vikkers with gun) but a snoozer (3 leg robot with mounted weaponry) -----BIC----- SU-01 :*heard Anni and turn to face her* SU-01 thoughts : Analyzing...Complete. Warning : Mudokon without Slig detected near Executive Area. Load knocking ammunition AND play "Slig_voice_Freeze.mp3". SU-01 : "Freeze !" *his two minigun start rotating, ready to fire at the slightest movement, his searchlight and his two laser pointers aimed right at Anni's head" SU-01 thoughts : Analyzing recorded sequence : "Arnie's not usually in his office. You'd have a better chance of finding him in the cafeteria or somewhere." Information found. Linked to primary objective. New location of target added to map. Init. wireless connection to announcement speakers. SU-01 : (through announcement's speakers) Warning, warning. Security reinforcement required at the boss office. Over ! |
Dek gestured towards the bed.
"Ok Jim, lie down on the bed. Now, I'm going to insert this tube down your throat. It has tiny sensors in it designed to scan your oseophagus. If there is any bacteria, I'll prescribe you an antibiotic. If not, i'll just give you a breath mask and you should be fine. Try to relax as well, your throat needs to dilate. It will not hurt and will require no anaesthetic. Think of it as me putting a motion sensor n your throat, only without the dangerous add on equipment." Dek sighed. "Speaking of add ons and so forth, I need msome new equipment, and I need to get paid." He looked to Krik and the gagle of people surrounding him. "Would one of you Interns be a real good Lab assistant and find Mister Arnie? Tell him I would like a Current Standard Issue Lab Pack to be ordered, and that I would actually like to recieve some payment for having worked here so long and tirelessly. Only say it nicer than that, thank you." He turned back to Jim. "Now, the examination. Lie down please, and open wide." |
OOC:
My mistake, and yes i shall follow the rules ^^ BIC: Flare had finished his cigar to a certain extent, he put out the end of it with his right hands finger and thumb, by doing this he could smoke it again later on whenever he felt the need to. He continued his random wandering walking back and forth in the same spot, as if he was patroling the wall he was leaning on before. After several minutes of reapeating the same pattern he decided to randomly aim his rifle at the wall, acting as if the wall was somehow wanted. He did this to keep his actual combat and weaponry skills nice and sharp incase of emergency. After doing this for a few more minutes he noticed a familier smell coming from the factory itself, the smell was his favorite meat treat...Paramite pies. "Well since im here i could use a nice meal, plus while im at it i could get to know the employees." he said to himself walking towards the actual location of the smell like some sort of zombie. |
IC: Silph headed to the back of the lab and rudely shoved the Mudokon into a cage that was rather too small, before padlocking it. He turned round and walked back to the small group that had collected. He observed the worrying site of the lab briefly as he watched the Vykkers. He knew little of them, so taking into account any actions would be useful.
--- Slash frogot that idea when he heard a loud announcement for security backup. He handled his weapon as he sped off to the area. However, on arriving, he found nothing but a completely unarmed female Mudokon with a heavily-armed Snoozer on red alert, primed to fire. He tapped it's head, musing with a hand over his mouth as he turned to the Mudokon "Is it malfunctioning or something? Though it may not be adapted to the Mudokon-friendly environment here, actually..." so saying, he flew down behind it "Where's that damn off button..." |
SU-01 : *Saw Slash coming*
SU-01 : I found this intruder near high-ranked executive office. She was going to escape or kill the boss for sure...Well my program say so... Waiting for further instructions ! * Heard Slash talking about "Mudokon-friendly environment"* SU-01 : Mudokon-friendly environment ? I don't have this engagement rule. Does that mean I am not allowed to kill/shoot/knock/arrest Mudokons even if my internal program is on red alert ? OK then...[Creating new engagment rule : "Mudokon-friendly environment"...Done ! *See Slash looking for an off button* SU-01 : By the way, I am a new, fully autonomous Snoozer prototype, stop looking for some On/off switch. The only way to shut me down is...ERROR : CLASSIFIED INFORMATION. *Looks at Anni* Sorry ! My bad ! *Turn his eyes back to green, shut down his searchlight and lazer pointers, making a little mechanic noise as he unload his non-lethal ammo * * Looks at Slash * Sorry for the mess. By the way, my previous targ...the mudokon female told me that the executive in charge of Rupture Farms was "in the Cafeteria or somewhere". Do you know where he is ? |
IC: This Snoozer seemed to have decent AI, surprisingly. Slash pointed down the corridor and headed slowly down it "The cafeteria's this way...yeah, this factory is kinda new, in the sense that it attempts to be fair to the Mudokon employees rather than using them as slaves, like in many places. There may be the odd native problem seeking vengeance every so often, but on the whole they're quite trustworthy. The 'dangerous' natives should be rather distinguishable."
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OOC: Juuust thought I'd pop in to say srry for past noobishness, like uhh...I used to be too 'splody and attention-seeking methinks and it didn't work, + srry for past emoness as well and an inability to take criticism. I've been playing WoW and roleplaying on that for a while (can't get on it at the moment ;n; ) so I maaay be a little better.
If I remember right, I think Agent (the annoying peanut-brained maniac), Tiny and Tiro were in a corner. Rg-49 was carrying Dimitrio off down a hall, but he was forgotten due to not doing anything sooo...I'll just say he dropped him:p, feel free to disagree and I'll edit it away. I'm not sure if I'm just trying to get Agent out of the way properly, but I'll give W@RF a shot again, I guess. I'm at school atm since my Pc won't let me send big posts, I might leech off a friend's internet later. Also, I'll limit Agent's insanity to just being passive or oddly happy, no more barrel-rolling down the corridors or trying to eat her friends. Again, feel free to disagree and I'll make her sane. Don't really wanna smash the rp, 'tis been a long one. I'm not sure who's where, so uhh...Well I'll make a note of where I am, just take notice if you want if I'm in the same room I guess, fwee. I'll just put actions and stuff characters can respond to in italics, maybe lets you weave through the details. Well my characters are:- Tiro A young mudokon, five years old and of average colour. Agent 80085 A butchy female slig, currently a crawling slig. Dimitrio Really scrawny and bony walking slig, has a pale scar down his right arm and a robotic left one, looks like it was built up out of slig pants. Scarface Older slig (Ten in Oddworld years, forty in slig years), has some ripped tentacles. Can't remember where the blazes I put him. Tiny A bigger than average big bro slig, has the mentality of a child. :
IC (GROUND FLOOR) (CAFETERIA) The little mudokon (Tiro) sat and covered his head. The place had gotten a little hectic as usual, and he felt like hiding. Maybe the upper right corner of the room wasn't the best place, but it was within reach he thought. Behind him, blocking him from curling up in the corner and shaking like a leaf, was that huge big bro (Tiny). In all his time here when he saw the big bro, he hadn't hurt a fly. He was ridiculously timid for someone so large. If he had the average attitude of most sligs, he could probably reach the top of the pecking order. Instead, he was more content to shy away and blend in, if that was possible for a hulk among big bros. Also amongst their number was that seemingly female slig (Agent 80085). Or at least she sounded and looked a little different. None of the two really knew what a female Oddworldian looked or sounded like, save for the odd mudokon or slig they'd seen. They all seemed to have slightly higher voices, a little different anatomical structure and odd colours. This one seemed average, apart from looking like a mini bigbro. She was curled up against the wall, her tail held against her by her thick arms while she...Laughed. The child cringed at the peculiar laughter. It was quiet, with shaky breaths and a faint 'ahaha...' to it. The big bro strained his neck, but couldn't see her beside him from the sheer inflexible muscle mass. He was once a small sliget. Not any more. “I should go...Fiiiind him.” She broke the silence between them with an awkwardly higher voice. She was just about to uncurl and get up before some people shouted. "Holy Shrykull!" (Roy) "OH SKELTEEERR!" (Maggie) She squealed, taking cover beside the mudokon rather than the massive big bro. Tiro would raise a brow if he had any. Gathering her nerve, she waited until the voices died out, picked up the floppy pink vykker doll in her tentacled mouth and crawled off. The two merely stared dumbly as she stretched up on her slightly bulky hands, and began a small run around a corner to the kitchen door. “Maybe we should go too...” The timid beast of a slig squeaked. After a couple of seconds, the mudokon got up and walked after her in no rush. Loud sounds of moving machinery were made as the big bro struggled to get up again on his four mechanical limbs, and stomped after him slowly. |
OOC : I just want to know...Is Arnie really in the cafeteria ?
-----BIC----- SU-01 : (to Slash) Thanks for the tip. According to my new engagement rule, I suppose that even if I spot rebellious native mudokons, I will only use non-lethal force... Bye ! *heads to the cafeteria* SU-01 thoughts : Also according to my new engagement rule, I will be only use to [Calculating]...15% of my full capacity -_-"...Nevermind, if deadly weaponry is useless here, I have to find more functions by myself *launch a background testing program to find other functions while walking to the cafeteria* |
OOC: Last day of school for meee...And I just had a thought, how do the big bro's get around through the doors and whatnot O.o? Especially since my character is meant to be a couple feet higher 8P.
IC (GROUND FLOOR) (CAFETERIA) The butchy slig hummed to herself, rounding the corner and casually slipping through the door like she was allowed. The little mudokon warilly followed in after her. He wasn't used to being allowed to go whenever he wanted. Younger slaves like him had been shot for having a stretch. And he didn't think he was allowed through that room...But he figured he'd be safe with that slig. She seemed to be allowed to do as she pleased in the Slig Barracks. With the two through the door, next came the big bro. He eyed the door warilly. He heaved and tried to squeeze his cranking pants and massive shoulders in, trying to duck and shimmy through sideways. He did get past it through some miracle, but the doorframe looked a little worse for wear. He whimpered at the slight but noticeable damage and stomped through timidly. (GROUND FLOOR) (Kitchen) Inside, the place smelled of both raw and cooked meat. Some machines they figured were meant for cooking radiated heat against the metal walls. The metal floor seemed a little hot under Tiro and Agent's skin too, so they quickly crawled or walked on by. Tiny tiptoed, though that was a tad useless given the sounds of his moving pants filling the room.The mudokon poked hs head about. With a sneaky grin, he began chanting but a chant suppressor made quick work of that. A zap and a heightened yelp followed. The two sligs stared at him. The female glared and the big bro just looked a little wary. Possesion scared him, even if it was by an overconfident little kid. He'd heard horror stories of how Abe blew sligs up when he was done with them. They turned away eventually and resumed wandering about the room, the huge slig keeping his head low. He didn't want to bump it on the ceiling. A cut paramite hung bleeding from a wall (I think I remember Silph bringing one in). Agent twitched her tentacles in distaste and made for the door to her right. She didn't really like meat. It didn't go down too well with her digestive tract...Maybe she was allergic, but meat was the only thing on offer in the industrial world, so it seemed. She held her faintly gurgling stomach with a wince and went a little faster. |
ooc: I have absolutely no idea. He was in there earlier... I'll message Dripik soon anyway, and get him back in. He'll know :p
Good to have you back Zozo and Zerox. IC: Anni was... slightly surprised when the robot started shouting and pulled out about seven guns on her. "Hey, calm down. I'm just-" She got no further before the flying slig arrived and explained the situation to the robot. After a moment it turned and walked off. She turned to the slig. "Thanks. I haven't seen you much around here before; I'm Anni." -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Krik leant back, feeling fairly satisfied with himself. She wasn't bleeding, which took skill, and all in all it was a neat job. "I wouldn't talk too much for a while if I were you," He told the intern, "You'll need time for that to heal. If you get hungry I believe I saw some sort of soup intended for interns down in the cafeteria." He looked up and noticed Dionysia leering at the intern, her own lip-stitches stretched like the intern's never would. Dionysia's stitches had healed badly - she had done a fair bit of screaming after they had been put in - and the wounds showed some scarring, and still bled occasionally he knew. "Dionysia, I suggest you get back to work." He said lightly. She looked up, surprised, and glowered at him. "What-" He interrupted her, "That native may not have been working alone. You know your place." She took a step back and glared at him, but then left the lab, sending a last smirk back at Skelter. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Jim laid down on the table. "Right, a motion sensor in my throat, cus that's very reassuring," He muttered weakly but opened his mouth obediently. ooc: MM, feel free to just get on with Jim and diagnose in your next post. Just oxygen please: You can give him the mask at the same time. Lets move things along, people! |
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Flare had been drawn to what seemed to be the cafeteria, he noticed that it was quite populated with employees. His first thaught was to order a large paramite pie and dig in, of corse something or someone took his mind of the food on offer, even his appitite stopped. The person was Tiny the rather large Big bro.
OOC: If i remember correctly sligs tend to be amazed at other sligs with more enhanced weaponry and upgrades so this explains his sudden appitite loss BIC: Flare looked on in amazment, the big bro stood feet in front of him of corse he then realized his movement patterns and timid like nature, this ultimatly put the slig off his sudden amazement and brung his appitite back. With this in mind he held his AK in his left arm as if it where a bat. He then approched the counter dragging it on the floor behind him making quite a noise. Upon putting his hand on the counter he immediatly said "I'll take the biggest paramite pie you have please" OOC: Yep it turns out he is quite greddy when food is the matter at hand, especially paramite pies. |
OOC: I hate being sick. =__=
IC: Walking down the corridor Corky had gotten a strange feeling. A feeling as if someone were following the twosome. As a Wolvark(Maggie) popped out of no where Corky quickly jumped, then fell straight on his masked face. Phats yelped surprised by the Wolvark's sudden appreance. The Slog turned to face her as she followed the two then growled confused by this new smell. Corky managed to get himself up then turned to the strange looking creature. They had both never seen a creature like this before. "Um hi..." Corky said rubbing his back trying not to curse. "I'm Corky and this is my Slog Phats....say hello Phats." The Slog just sniffed Maggie's leg then barked a couple times. He scanned the Wolvark's body a few times just before looking at her face. |
Ooc: Ooh, a response-thingy. And my internets works now:D.
Yeah, slig hierachy is a little based on weapons. I suppose being a big bro would mean something. I don't know where the meat and all that in the cafeteria is...Putted, so tell me if Tiny does something wrong here or pulls a pie out of hammerspace and I'll edit it. IC (GROUND FLOOR) (Kitchen) Another slig approached (Flare). The female squealed and quickly darted away with the mudokon kid, hiding behind the big bro's four legs. The huge slig looked down upon the slig, little eyes behind his red visors. Seemed to be a popper, after all he had a gun. He raised a chunky hand in his diriection...And timidly scratched his neck with struggle. Muscles and size had advantages, but also disadvantages. Namely inflexibility and 'fitting in'. "I'll take the biggest paramite pie you have please". Said Flare, one hand on the counter and another on the gun. He gulped a little. He didn't work in the kitchen. Was he even supposed to be there...? With loud mechanical clanks, he turned around, prompting the smaller Industrialists to flee from his four artificial legs. I mean who wanted to be squished by a big bro named Tiny? Carefully prying a fridge open, he found a rather large pie. Presumably the contents were paramite...After all, wasn't that what all pies had inside? He opened a conveniently heated oven, and popped it in with a faint 'ouch'. Hopefully it was just the right heat. The mudokon kid and crawling slig watched his actions carefully. Sighing, the chunk of muscle and other things hauled herself onto another counter. She reached up to a small shelf, tugging a book down that knocked her off and onto the floor. Tiro giggled at the glaring slig under the book, then heaved it off her and onto the floor. Flicking through the pages were different details...Separating mince, shaping pastry with a rolling pin - ah, pies. He whispered to the mini-big bro-esque slig and they both peered at some instructions, adjusting the oven's heat accordingly. "Umm, might take a while..." The huge slig looked back at the unemployed oddities for a moment. "Has to cook, and stuff..." |
Skelter glared after the mudokon girl (Dionysia) had left. What was that little brat smiling at? She had lip stitches too, for Odd's sake!
"Would one of you Interns be a real good Lab assistant and find Mister Arnie?" A vykker nearby said. "Tell him I would like a Current Standard Issue Lab Pack to be ordered, and that I would actually like to recieve some payment for having worked here so long and tirelessly. Only say it nicer than that, thank you." Skelter looked all around, suddenly realizing that she was the only intern in the room. She sighed and looked at her vykker tormenter (Krik) in a 'do-I-have-to?' sort-of-way before getting up and leaving the room. She made sure Conway wasn't around before continuing; she knew that if he saw her with her lips stitched, he'd never let it go. ---- Maggie gasped as the slig she'd been stalk--- er, following, jumped in surprise and landed on his face. She reached to help him stand, but he got up before she could grab his arm. "Um hi..." The slig began, "I'm Corky and this is my Slog Phats....say hello Phats." And with this, the slog barked. "Aww, ain't you a cute little sloggie!" Maggie purred, dropping to her knees and petting the slog with both hands. "He knows when you're talking to him! Ain't that something!" She looked back at the slig. "Corky? You don't look like a cork!" She giggled and fluttered her eyelashes. Nothing was going to stop her from hitting on the slig with the adorable slog. If she wasn't a wolvark (which were almost as ugly as vykkers) it could've worked. |
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Happy birthday dripik ! To the greatest glukkon general ever ^^ -----BIC----- SU-01 : *finally arrives to the cafeteria, every step he made resounding loudly in the corridors, making his arrival quite noticeable* SU-01 thoughts : Scanning...Complete. According to the high density of living targ...[Correction] employees in this area, this must be the Cafeteria *Read his internal map* SU-01 thoughts : Yes it is. Time to introduce myself. Play :"Slig_voice_Hi.mp3" SU-01 : Hi ! SU-01 thoughts : Now, to locate the high-ranked executive. |
IC: Slash watched the Snoozer go, seemingly now less hostile towards the employees. Hopefully it would stay that way. The Mudokon who could have easily come out of that situation worse introduced herself to him. He scratched his head "Yeah, I'm kinda new here. I'm Slash, pleased to meet you. Surprising how this Snoozer actually has decent AI with self-awareness too. Though that would explain how it got here, since it seems unlikely the boss would buy one, considering the Slig to Mudokon ratio here."
--- Silph stood speechless and waited, unsure whether to follow her out or not. He pondered as to the Vykkers reply, interested that the Mudokon was tough enough to stand up to it. They creeped even him out. |
IC: Corky rubbed his neck then watched as Maggie dropped to her knees to pet the fat Slog. Seeing his Slog get affection made Corky mumble in anger. He never liked it when someone besides himself got all the attention even if it were his own Slog so he was pretty upset about it. Phats happily wagged his tail and let out a few growls aswell he liked the attention this stranger was giving him.
"Yeah...he's a smart Slog." Corky chuckled sarcasticly. "Cork?!" He caught himself from falling over again then looked at the Wolvark with his face red with embarresment. Hearing her giggle made his face even redder then before. 'Is she...hitting on me?!' Corky quickly thought. He never had someone like him before and for it to be a Wolvark?! He straighted up then called for his Slog. Phats looked over then walked slowly to his side still wagging his tail. |
Conway, who'd fallen asleep instantly after deciding that there was nothing to do, jerked awake as a loud "Hi!" echoed through the cafeteria. Grumbling bitterly, Conway forced himself into a sitting position, yawning. His lips smacked dryly as he spotted the snoozer (SU-01) by the cafeteria's entrance.
"Hey!" He barked, grabbing a can of soda nearby and throwing it. It fell short of its target. Cursing his weak flimsy arms, Conway shouted "Keep it down over there! Some of us are trying to sleep! That being me." --- Out of Coffee: That's probably gonna get Conway compacted into a ball, isn't it? --- Maggie scooped the slog (Phats) up in her arms. After a few failed tries to lift the chubby animal, she finally managed to pick it up. She stroked its head as she hummed in amusement, seeing the slig (Corky) turning red. "Wow Corky! You're actin' loonier than white pants after Labor Day!" She leaned closer, eyes wide. "Wanna talk about it?" |
SU-01 : *Saw Conway throw the can at him. He instantly aimed his guns at the can, ready to fire*
SU-01 thoughts : Wrong reaction. No shooting allowed except in last resort. Calculating trajectory of the object...Done. The moving entity [ identified as : "Empty can of soda" ] is not a threat. * The can landed next to his right foot * SU-01 thoughts : Intimidation maneuver identified. Code 09456. Engage response measure 134491. * He rose his right feet and made heavy jacks pop-out his leg. His feet was now a powerful hydraulic compressor. He crushed the can loudly, the impact making the paving surrounding the can crack. When he set his foot back to normal, a pliers popped out under his right gun and grabbed the can to bring it to SU-01 camera-eyes, the pliers rotating the can under multiples angles, also showing it to everyone who starred at him. He thrown the can like a flying disc and made it land right into a trash, in the opposite side of the cafeteria while looking at Conway with his eyes turned yellow (medium alert level). Then, he made a loud steam noise like if he was sighting, turned his eyes back to green* SU-01 : Sorry if I woke you up. But this is not a good way to act with a snoozer, even if you can not hurt my feelings. SU-01 thoughts : My firmware is improving. With the previous version of it, I would have loaded high explosives AA shells and shoot this pitiful can like if it was some heavy enemy bomber. Instead, I've not even set myself to red alert. I stayed "calm" and I've analyzed the situation before acting. That's a big improvement...Even if I scared half of the people here -_-"... Anyway, back to the mission. |
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Aww come on guys ! Don't let this RPG die, post something ! |
OOC: I was waiting for Flare to respond, seeing as I'm baking him a nice pie.
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IC: Phats licked Maggie's hand as she stroked his head. He seemed to be very comfortable sitting in her arms and very calm aswell. Phats was a loud annoying Slog that could drive you up a wall if he wanted to but now he seemed like the quiet Sloggie he used to be. He hadn't made a sound once in the Wolvark's arms but Corky on the other hand was not very quiet. He grumbled a bit just before turning red again once Maggie had gotten closer to him.
"I have nothing to talk about..." He moved away from her a bit atleast to have some space between them. 'What's with her?!' He thought now really wanting to take his Slog and leave. "I'm sorry...but I have to..uhh..go talk to someone in the cafeteria." He swallowed hard. "But unless you know where the Boss of this factory is..." He eyed her several times. Phats growled not wanting to leave just yet. The Slog was enjoying himself very much and started to fall asleep. |
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Will there be a version 9 of W@RF soon ? It's kinda dead here. Everyone is waiting for everyone to respond... |
Alright, that's it !
W@RF is slowly dying. I may just be a new member but I don't want to see this RPG die like this. Come on, guys ! It started in 2002 and I'm sure it can continue for years ! I know some of you are now in high school or something and dont have much time left to reply to this thread but where are the new players ? The once that are supposed to keep this thread alive ? They just post once and run away ! What a wonderfull new blood we have here ! It will just make nonsense if such a long lasting game die just because of the lack of involvement and posting. So please, to everyone who read this... You know what to do. |
OOC: Noone's keeping anyone. The phenomenon when newbies post a few times and disappear is Natural Selection here. When experienced RPers disappear, it's either Lack of Motivation, Lack of Energy, Annoyance by Newbies, RL Priority or Flu.
Those who have been here for years know that is bound to happen every once in a while. So keep those Revival Rants to a minimum: only Mods and the thread founder is authorized to use that skill. |
OK, sorry then...This will not happen again.
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wow
this is pathatic it has been up for years now its going to die wow that sucks:fuzconf:
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