Splat, they are twins! they are the same! but I'll change it if you want...
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Lenny to RG:My name is Lenny, and this is my best friend Vester. We came here for some jobs, cause something happened at the other and I got blue dots...as you can see...Anyway whats you name?
*Vester stands and yawns*
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Jatt: well they are....interesting.
Jutt: yes, very personal like...Where yo'll get 'hem?
Jatt: Yeah and why did you come here, flyboy?

Doe watched as the 2 Big Bro Sligs conversed with the Flying Slig.
"Looks like Rupture Farms has upped its security since Abe's escape," Doe reflected to himself. "If I'm going to destroy this place I'm gonna have to get more information." With that Doe slipped back into the shadows traveling around Rupture Farms until he came upon a multifarious group of inhabitants lead by a Glukkon. "Looks like that Gluk is the boss around here and he is showing everyone around. Perfect! If I follow these guys around I'll learn all the sligs security posts and everyones sleeping quarters," Doe thought to himself. The Mudokon warrior smiled, perhaps the destruction of Rupture Farms wouldn't be so hard after all.

OOC: FYI I use 3 different colors to help differentiate my characters.
Doe the Mudachee Tomahawker is green, CD-428 the gun happy slig is yellow, and lastly Alexander II the small vicious yet lovable freedom fighter fuzzle is blue.
If you don't like me using the colors just PM me and I'll stop.

Ike listened to Arnie and Tiny talking. He also saw the suspicious slig aiming towards Tiny's head. Almost without thinking, Ike walked between Tiny and the Slig (agent).

Ike whispered behind him, "Do you want to get us all in trouble? If you shoot anyone, we might all lose our chances at getting jobs..."

IC: Slash didn't feel like mentioning the crash of the labs particularly, not right now at least, he was still rather upset about it "That's a long story, really. I'd...rather not talk about it. I came here looking for a job, I found a notice up at the Feeco. Depot., and came here in hope of getting one, and now I have one" Slash started relaxing a little more now, lowering his arm away from his special knife.
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The added security of Somi coming was certainly welcome, and this Fuzzle, if that's what it was, seemed to be listening now rather than attacking, but he'd better keep his gaurd up. It could, however, provide a valuable ally if he gained it's friendship. Sturg said to it "You better be careful, there's a lotta Scrabs, Paramites and Fleeches out there. Keep an eye out for them" On that note, Sturg thuoght to himself "Rupturefarms only makes products out of Scrabs and Paramites and things now, they don't use Meeches anymore...hmm..." At that point he was cut off by movements of the others, and he himself then also started heading for the door.

Jutt: Spectatular...Whats ya job hmm?
Jatt: yeah, and dont flyboys have granades?
Jutt: Maybe he didnt want 'em, I heard a few flyboys got blow up by their own granades...
*Jatt nods then starts to eat his scrab leg, while Jutt seems interested*
Jutt:So I respect your opinon on your former job...So whats the boss like? and whats your new job?
Jatt: 'eis hame iz Annie riht? *still chews on scrab leg*
Jutt: For oddsake! Its Arnie. *Twist his head about and spots a bit of the knife* Hey, thats a fancy 'ookin' knife, where did ya get it?
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Cylepso: Oh for- hes ignoring us, isnt he?
Seb: Hmmpf hhmppf phrragm ghhrrapp.
*Sees Dimitrio and shakes his head.*
Cylepso: Okay thats it! *She stalks toward the tour group, growling.*
*Seb signs and follows*
*Cylepso stands in front of Arnie and glares at him, while Seb muttered*

Agent glared, drawing the small shiny gun back. "I'm trying to make an arrest, mud..." Dimitrio sighed, flexing his mechanical arm. "I leave you for ten minutes, and already you're trying to kill someone else..." "Shut up." "What's going on?" Tiny turned around, accidently whacking her hard on the head. She swayed on the spot for a moment, before falling to the floor. "...Am I in trouble?" "No, lets just hope no one noticed that..."

*Seb mumbled then saw Agent get whacked on the head by the massive BigBro, he began to giggle as she fell over*
*Cylepso turned away from Arnie as Seb began laughing, as she had never heard him laugh before*
Cylepso: Hey, whats up?
Seb: Hmmpp hmmpp! *Still laughing he says to Cylepso* Mhhppfhm ammrp thamphgrgp.
Cylepso: What? How that funny?

IC: "What, this?" said Slash, drawing the knife and looking at the blade "It was a gift from, uh, a former friend of mine. By the way, i wouldn't touch the blade if I were you...as for the grenades, the launcher was damaged when I got these pants, so I removed it. I reckon they're unreliable anyway."

Alexander II hopped after Sturg already tasting the promised food he would soon have. So what if Paramites and Scrabs ruled the place, if any got to close I might have to eat them too. After a moment the fuzzle asked, "Why did they stop killing Meeches, no offense, but you look good enough to eat."
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Doe took note of the many happenings among the tour group, he was so focused on observation he almost got caught by a Slig and Intern that passed by, luckily they seemed to preoccupied with their own devices. Doe watched from the shadows as a Big Bro Slig knocked down a Slig that just previously looked about to kill him. This was good maybe Rupture Farm's security would take itself out before I even have to take a whack at them.
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CD-428 looked back as a Slig and Intern joined the already overcrowded group, great more noisy people. CD-428 was shocked as he watched Tiny knock out Agent, normally CD-428 would of laughed, but that Big Bro had no gun he wasn't worthy of respect. CD-428 ran over to Tiny shouting, "Why'd ya go and do dat fo? You tryin ta stat problems?

IC: "Meeches are, allegedly, extinct, apart from me. At least, in this part of Oddworld. I may be the only one left. There certainly aren't any others round here. And why do you think I look good to eat? You don't seem to have the tongue or anything of a Fleech, which generally aren't so dangerous to me, so why do you think you're capable?"

"I-it was an accident!" Tiny protested, tottering backwards. "I didn't mean to!" Dimitrio poked at her with his foot as she uttered a snore and rolled over. "Shut up.....Idiots...." "Hmmm, great, she talks in her sleep..." He gave Seb a funny look and shook his head as he laughed.

IC: Sturg looked at the Fuzzle, seeing the teeth. They couldn't possibly be natural, possibly a result of the Vykkers it seemed to despise. Why were Vykkers so bad anyway? Surely those metal teeth gave it an edge. "Meh, Fleeches don't generally pose so much of a threat to me, I don't think. Even though they're quite formidable, it's not enough to take me down, I usually eat them if anything, but I never start a fight with them purposefully, and the key to surviving is not to underestimate what they can do. So, what's your problem with these 'Vykkers' or whatever? I met one once fairly recently, I think, but I didn't learn much then. If it's anything to do with those unnatural looking teeth, I don't see the problem. I'd think that metal teeth like that were something of an advantage to you? I presume those didn't grow there by themselves" Sturg sniffed the air, checking for danger. Little was around directly nearby, but alot of faint scents of Scrabs and Paramites that had passed here earlier. No Meech scent though, as usual. At that thought, Sturg almost wailed in his mind, and out loud. Was it worth bothering with his life if he was the single, last one? No, don't think about that, or you'll get eaten by a Fleech, or a furball of all things. He must hope, that something will change some day. He continued walking, following the usual route.

Somi was a little surprised at how simply Sturg talked about being the last of his species. She guessed that if she thought she was the last paramite she wouldn't talk about it quite as calmly as he did.
However, she was eager to voice her opinion about vykkers. "I know a mudokon who was really mistreated by vykkers. She never really told me what they did to her, but it really makes her sad, and she hates all of them. That vykker you saw earlier was either trying to catch you or kill you Sturg. They wouldn't care if you were the last meech on the planet. All they like doing is hurting and killing everything else."

Jim, who for obvious reasons was unable to participate in the conversation, kept quiet and stayed towards the back of the group as they passed by Anni's garden.

"An accident huh?" CD-428 asked, "Well ya betta be mo careful b fo you get in real trouble. To show emphasis CD-428's grip tightened on his blunderbuss his trigger finger slightly pulling the trigger, but not putting enough force into it to actually activate the weapon.
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Alexander II listened quietly to the Meech and waited to hear everything he had to say. "Have you ever had your skeleton removed only to have it replaced by metal? I struggled as much as I could, but I couldn't escape from my bonds. The pain was so much I believed that I was surely dying." Alex growled as the bad images came to mind.
"Its not just that one Vykker I hate, I hate them all. The Paramite is right all they love is killing and hurting. My friends were experimented on as well... they didn't turn out to good. Not only my friends, but my entire race is used by these Vykkers for their countless experiments."
The small fuzzle grinded his metal teeth at the thoughts of the Vykkers' actions. Trying to forget about Vykkers the Fuzzle went back to thinking about Fleeches. "Fleeches can be problematic for my kind, but if we get the first chomp their isn't much of a problem. Scrabs, however, I used to need seven or so buddies to take one on, but ever since I got my 'advantage' I can rip through one quick," the Fuzzle stated simply.

Tiny and Dimitrio stared at the gun in a sort of fear before Tiny nodded nervously and Dimitrio took a step back, tripping over Agent.

Cylepsos face hardened as the slig, CD-428, spoke to Tiny.
Cylepso: Dont you dare threaten him, I beat your one of those sligs who shoot first and dont bother asking questions later huh? well I 'oughta- *stalks towards CD-428, murder on face*
Seb: Mpphm *grabs her by the scruff of the neck and doesnt let go*
Cylepso: Let go of me! Im just going to-
*Seb shakes her like a terrier to a rat*
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Jatt: Huh yeah, imagine getting blow up by ye own weapons! hmm, what a way ta go...
Jutt: Well accidents happen....So whats it like 'round here? are there lots of sligs?

Cylepso froze as he said that then blind fury strecked across her face like a thunderstorm.
Seb let her go, ready to seize her in case she tried to kill him.
Instead she drew herself up and fixed the slig with a cold glare: You gonna be keeping a eye on me eh? That goes the same for you, if I see you even put a finger over the line, I smash your face in and then throw your carcass in the recylcler...Remember that boy. *Gives the slig a vicious, hate-filled glare before stalking back over to Arnie*
*Seb looks at CD-428 and shakes his head, before following Cylepso*

(OC: Gah... I get busy with college and look what happens...)

Aida followed the group, still staying in the back. She didn't have the courage to approach Arnie directly, so she would just have to wait until everyone else had gotten jobs...

OOC: Sorry for my long absence, though luckily I got Ralph busy working so it didn't hold anyone up :D Anyway, there's not much for me to get him to do for now, so I'll just say he continued working until the end of the day when the workers are free to go to the R and R, and start him off again when the next Work at Rupture Farms version is started.

IC: "I haven't been here that long, so I don't know how many Sligs or anything are around here." said Slash as he finished off his Scrab leg. "Well, I'm done, now to try and find the R n' R..." as he revved up, and flew off back to where the signs had been. Sure enough, the R n' R sign was there, and he followed it back. He flew down to a bed, and got out his pants, lowering them to the floor, and got out the notepad again. Thinking what to draw, he then got out his knife, laid it on the bed infront of him, and began drawing it.
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It did sound somewhat unlikely that the Fuzzle could take down a Scrab. Maybe with the element of surprise onto it's head, but he couldn't see it running straight up to a Scrab and winning. "Maybe, unless off course the Scrab kicks you. Even if it doesn't hurt much, you'd still go flying fairly far. Oh, wait...I think we're here" said Sturg as he smelled the familier scents. The crates lay before them. They walked up to the crates and Sturg said "Many of the old Rupturefarms' products that never got taken away lay around here. There's Scrab Cakes, Paramite Pies, and Elum Chubs, maybe a couple other things hidden in here somewhere. Have a look" Sturg had already eaten earlier and wasn't hungry, so he climbed up onto the crates to keep watch.

Tiny and Dimitrio tried not to laugh as CD-428 got threatened by Cylepso. Agent woke up, sitting on the floor and looking up at the group. "What did I miss?" "Your female friend just threatened to kill someone..." Dimitrio said, looking at his robotic arm. "Good for her..." She muttered, glaring at Tiny. "Now why did I get knocked out cold?" "Uhhh, it was accident?" "What do you mean 'it was an accident'?!" "Uhhh, Dimitrio did it!" "Did not." She glared. "I'll get you when you're alone..." She mouthed to Tiny, watching Arnie instead. Tiny looked around. "Uhhhh....Thanks for...I dunno.." He muttered to Cylepso, watching Arnie and Ike.

ooc: Skillyaslig, I'm still waiting for you to seperate those two profiles!

IC:
Somi had left Sturg and the meech as they headed towards storage and instead made for the front entrance. Somi stopped in the shadows about ten metres from the door so she wouldn't be noticed.

"Thanks, Somi. I'll try and find Anni and let her know I'm back but she might come out again if I don't find her."
The paramite nodded. "I'll stay in the tower tonight anyway, and if she comes I'll tell her you're gone into the factory."

Jim nodded and walked into the factory entrance. Judging by the lights and noise there was a crowd of people in the cafeteria, which was a problem for Jim. He didn't want to look inside in case there were any sligs and he froze up (it had been known to happen without them even looking at him) but he was rather hungry. He decided (eventually to hang around the factory's entrance hall to see if Anni turned up and could get him some food.

Somi headed off after Sturg and Alexander.

IC: Scrabbers was absolutely amazed at how low security was at RuptureFarms...or maybe that was just him being sneaky...but when he went in the lab he saw horrible things. He just ran out at the sight of half cut up scrabs and paramites just in a mess on a table. Scrabbers ran incredibly quick, ignoring anything that he passed and ran all the way out into the Stockyards again. Scrabbers wondered to himself "What were they doing in those labs? Why were there dead scrabs and paramites?" Scrabbers then felt pretty exhausted after running all that way into the Stockyards and collapsed on the floor, vunerable to many scrabs and paramites that made there home here.

Splat, look in the W@RF profile thread!!!
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Jutt watched as Slash flew off
Jutt:Funny little slig...*begins to eat his food*
*Jatt burps and shoves his empty plate away* Well that was pretty good, best feed I had in a while...And remember, we gotta find the boss, Annie.
Jutt stiffened: Blah! so now you finally talk some damn sense, great, lets go. *aruptly stands and stalks out of the cafeteria, Jatt following behind*
After a while they come across the tour crowd.
Jatt: Yo, looks like the boss, lets go talk to 'em.
*They walk up to Arnie*
Jutt says politely: excuse me, sir, may we have a job?
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Cylepso: Stupid ba****d, thinks he can take me on huh? We'll see....*continues to mutter darkly*
Seb, while tapping her shoulder: Mpph arrpmg. gghmmfpag mphgr mmaphg hharpmnnh?
Cylepso: what? *turns and sees Jatt and Jutt* Oh you gotta be kidding me! not those meatheads...Arggh this day keeps on getting better and better doesnt it? *Sees Agent get up and goes over to her* Hey you alright? *then to Tiny* hey if that slig threatens or hurts you, tell me mkay?

Alexander II was slightly irked that the Meech doubted his abilities, then again had he been told the same story before his encounter with Vykkers he probably wouldn't of believed them either. This Meech was underestimating the sadistic genius that is a Vykker. The Fuzzle inhaled the food around him eating much more then his size. After eating his fill the Fuzzle looked up at the Meech and asked, "You said you saw a Vykker before.. was it here in this Rupture Farms?"
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Doe noticed a lone Mudokon(Jim) walking down the dark halls of Rupture Farms by his lonesome. Doe followed the Mudokon until finally confronting him, Doe stepped out of the shadows behind the Mudokon and quietly asked, "All the others are in the cafeteria why do you abandon their company? You are surely hungry."

Ike saw the two Big Bro sligs walk up to Arnie and quickly intervened.

"You guys can have jobs here... all you have to do is wait here in this little group we have..."

He turned to look at this whole mess, including Tiny accidentally knocking Agent over, and all of the others...

"Well, however a dysfunctional group it may be..."

Ike looked out of the windows. It was starting to get dark... Ike yawned and resumed his position in the huge group.

Jutt stiffened with hate as the Mudokon talked to them. The mud (Ike) told them to stay in the group.
Jatt looked over at Jutt and was taken aback at the expresstion of hatered on Jutts face. Jatt hurriedly put himself between Jutt and Ike saying: Come on Jutt lets stand somewere else...Come on! *Shoves Jutt hurriedly away from Ike.*

"hm... he looked... upset. I wonder why? All I did was ask if he'd wait in the group with the rest of us... hm..."

Ike thought a moment, and decided it wasn't really important.

IC: Sturg looked down at the Fuzzle "Yeah, I saw a Vykker here, out here in the stockyards. Dunno what it was doing, though, it was looking at the Paramites. It had some sort of gun, though. And a big head, unless they're all like that?" Sturg mused these thoughts. He'd been an idiot to try to talk to it about the poster then. Maybe he was tired or something. Sturg wanted to learn more about the Vykkers, and why all the animals seemed to hate them so much. They were obviously tolerated within the factory. Perhaps he should sneak about and have a look. maybe Somi would come with him. He saw her arrived, and hopped down and walked up to her "I was thinking of raiding the factory. Just sort of sneaking around some of it, and having a look. Maybe I could find out more about these Vykkers? I'd be sure to learn more if I saw them myself, so I'm going in. You want to come? Or you, Alexander?" Even if they weren't coming, he definitely was. He was so bored of his current life, he'd been here that many years...merely surviving seemed pointless, particularly when there was no other members of his species left, at least not around here, which left even less purpose. At least Scrabs and Paramites still had urges to spur them on.

By now, Slash had finished his sketch. He turned the page over and put it back into the pocket of his pants, along with the knife in it's attached sheath. He decided to have a look outside again, to see if anything particularly important might be out there, to observe the wildlife maybe, and see if he could find anything interesting. He got into his pants and flew off, and towards the exit.

IC: Spleech was in a place infested with Paramites and Scrabs, which to him was heaven. He couldn't get back over the fence as his tongue wasn't long enough anymore, but he could still eat a few scrabs or paramites whilst he was here. Spleech entered a place full of crates with stacks of food and even some foods he had never heard of such as these things called Meep Munchies. He tried the Meep Munchies but they tasted like complete crap, he didn't really like the taste. He then tried some Elum Chubs which were quite nice and then ate an entire crate full of them. He soon had consumed most of the crates with only a scarce amount of Scrab Cakes and Paramite Pies. There were still crates of Meep Munchies, however. Spleech growled and stayed here.

ooc: Scrabbers, the lab in RF is not filled with cut up scrabs and paramites: that would be unhygenic. Mostly it's used as a hospital-type-place for treating injured employees.

IC:
Jim jumped with surprise when someone spoke but quickly relaxed and turned around when he heard a mudokon voice. His relief made him temporarily overlook the mudokon's club and tattoos and without really replying to the question said, "Hey, I haven't seen you around here before. Are you knew?"

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Somi was definately worried now. "Hey, we have a rule that we don't kill anyone who works in the factory. There are a lot of animals living in the basement and the ruined bits of the factory, and the sligs and glukkons pretty much leave us alone, but if we start attacking them they're going to come down and kill us all. I know a lot of them want to just get rid of us but if we leave them alone they have no reason to. So if we do go into the factory there'll be no killing of vykkers, or mudokons, or sligs, or anyone."

IC: "I have to say, Alex, Somi does have a good point there. And no, I don't think you can take down the entire factory's residents, no matter how strong you are. Only the Shrykull himself or something would be able to do that, and I doubt that's going to happen any time soon. Despite how many animals there are here, the factory is filled with gaurds, Sligs, probably Flying Sligs, and I daresay I've seen those really big ones a couple times, and I do not want a scrap with one of those, either. Those things are huge, dammit. Not natural. I wonder what they use to make Sligs that big...I'd like some of that stuff, whatever it is. I wasn't planning on killing anyone, or anything unless it's a serious enough threat to us, and I don't particularly want to be seen, either. I want to learn, I want knowledge, and I'm fed up of being stuck out here, too, for that matter. I'd be interested to know what they do in there apart from merely make meat products, the place seems much more complex. And I don't particularly have anything against anyone in there, either"

Alexander II quietly listened to his two companions then slowly responds, "Do you really think they will leave us alone forever? No they won't. When this facility is back in full operation I'm sure all of the Scrabs and Paramites will be locked up and prepared for processing... if you know what I mean. As for you Meech if you truly are the last of your kind I'm sure when your made into a Premier Meech Munchie you will sell nicely.
I know we can't charge in their like we own the place we'll be killed in seconds. We have to find Doe, he will know what to do. Doe is getting to know the building and its inhabitants." The small fuzzle waiting to see what the others would say.
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Doe looked deep into the eyes of the scrub(Jim) and told him, "I don't work for Glukkons, the enslavers of our race and destroyers of our culture. You, Scratched Back, attracted me with your spirit, you seem more in touch with nature then your fellow Muds. Will you help me save our people?"

Jatt shoved Jutt away from Ike hissing: For oddsake! Get a grip, will you?
Jutt responded by growling and jerking away from Jatt:I can handle myself, Jatt.
Jatt: Really? I though you were gonna hit that Mudokon or shot 'em or somethin'.
Jutt: So? Who cares? Not like they are endangered or anything. *Stalks forward, in a really foul mood now, to angry to even notice Cylepso standing across from him*
Jatt: Oh For-Just dont punch anyone okay? or kill them, or shoot them, or-
Jutt: Okay I get it! *Snorts and turns, accidentaly whacking into Tiny, and Jutt almosts falls over*
Jutt: Oddamnit!
Jatt: Happy place!
Jutt: You, shut up.

Ike again, looked out of a nearby window... The sunset reminded him of his past... For some reason, it was particularly beautiful... He walked over and half-mindedly sketched it. It was as if he was in some sort of trance.
Then, he began to speak to no-one in particular.

"Yes... I'm going to get a job here... I'll be able to help people... Of course I haven't forgotten... Everything will be fine... Yes, I'm doing well... There are so many other hopeful souls here too... Some seem upset, angry, and a little confused, but mostly... hopeful..."

Ike shut his eyes for a minute, and then opened them again. He put his notepad away dreamily, and turned around slowly... He looked at the others in the group...

"Yes, hopeful..."

IC: This Fuzzle obviously hadn't been here long enough to know what the factory was like "I think the factory is in full operation, and I doubt they'd ever come after us. I've lived here long enough to know that." And this factory is NOT how it used to be. It's changed somehow.

OOC: Sry shortish post.