OOC: Longest post ever? You obviously haven't read Slaveless' old posts :p

IC:
As the snoozer (SU-01) extended an arm towards Hembar to attempt to grab her, her hands started to glow with a radiant blue aura. She was ready to attack it, but then it suddenly seemed to freeze up.

Standing in front of the motionless snoozer, she wondered if she should just walk off while it was obviously having issues, but then it suddenly started speaking in an odd voice:

"Listen. I'm not going to capture you. But soon, this place will be full of chant suppressors orbs, next-gen security cameras, sligs patrols and Odd know what else. You seem to be what they call 'a Mudokon terrorist' and I know you'll come back to finish your job. But if our path cross again, I surely won't be able to let you escape. And I don't want it to happen...not anymore... The old stockyard is your best escape route if you don't mind facing a few paramites, I can see them. I'll escort you there and then let you go. Now follow me...please."

She narrowed her eyes at the machine - this sounded like a trick, considering it had already tried to fake a malfunction in an attempt to trick her just a few minutes ago. But if it was going to go in front, she'd play along for now.

"Very well, lead the way," she replied, the glow in her hands dimming slightly, though not disappearing entirely.

OOC: I'm going to assume SU-01 starts walking towards the door now

IC:

As the snoozer turned it's back on her, she looked over at the meech (Crunchy) lying on the ground. She wasn't sure how intelligent the creature was, but she thought it was safer for it to come with them than to stay where it was, so she tried to motion to it to follow along behind.

OOC: Thanks Gretin. To be honest I was pretty much clueless about what I was going to do, so I just left Crunchy yelping on the floor.

IC:
Crunchy twitched as he slowly regained his vision. Clambering to his feet, he became aware of the robot (SU-01) staring in his direction. It seemed harmless now. He warily backed away, until he noticed the mudokon (Hembar) beckoning to him. In the more open space of the room, he could make out the dim blue glow around her hands, and a few plucked shafts of feathers. He knew this was a native, like the ones who had cared for him, who held life sacred. Silently he nodded and ambled forwards, pausing as something on the ground took his attention. He inspected the brown fragment of shell, tucked it under his claw and followed on.

-----OOC-----

I'm not sure the description I gave is matching the factory map...Sorry :fuzzle:

And I'll assume too that Hembar is following me with Crunchy. Feel free to ignore it.

-----IC-----

With Hembar following him, SU-01 headed to the old stockyard zone. They went through a few rooms, mainly filled with old machinery. The last rooms were in poor condition. The walls were half destroyed and broken pipes were hanging from the ceiling. SU-01 even had to blast the last maintenance door out of the way with explosive rounds as it was heavily reinforced and rusted.

"Looks like this part of the factory has been locked down for ages." he said as he went through the hole he just made. According to the map, they just entered the corridor between the stockyards and the slaughterhouse. The walls were covered with scratches, probably made by the Paramites trying to escape their fate, some years ago. To the right, was the entrance of what was once a fenced zone where captured animals where kept, waiting to be processed. He took a few steps in the stockyard itself. Old, rusted wire fences were running straight forward on both sides, as far as he could see.

He turned around to face Hembar. "Here we are. You better take that Meech with you", he said, noticing Crunchy. "If it's found inside the factory, it may not be as lucky as a certain 3 millions Moolah can of Gabbiar...And please, do not attempt to infiltrate the factory again, whatever your mission is...I shouldn't even let you go. You've been lucky I managed to get into 'manual mode' and that a security announcement was made because I doubt that other robot would have given you another chance."

ooc: When can I join the story? Just tell me then Munchman will be ready. And don't say I can't!

OOC: Please, please don't.

ooc: Abeglukkon, I can't help noting a few little problems with your profile.

You are aware that we don't just want lots of random, pointless fighting and violence in this RPG, right? Generally people who play very violent characters tend to leave RPGs very quickly because no one wants to interact with them.

Where did he get these items? They're pretty unusual on Oddworld, so you need to explain why he has these and where they came from in the character's history.

Again, how can this fuzzle spit fire? That also ought to be explained and you may need to make it a seperate profile.

Um, how is there a 'gabbit army' when there are almost no gabbits left? Where has he trained fuzzles and why? How is it that when almost all gabbits have been slaughtered, your guy is still alive? And why is he heading to an industrial facility where there's a fair chance he'll be captured and killed, and what does he hope to achieve by coming here? All of these questions ought to be wrapped up in the character's history.

I know this means that his history will probably be pretty long, but if you want to play such an unusual character it'll need to be.

If you haven't already, PLEASE read the 'Information and Advice for RPG newbies' thread, the 'RPG Rules' thread and this thread's first post.

If you've done all of that and made suitable revisions to your character's profile (or made a new character; whatever floats your boat), you need to post the profile here as well as in the profile thread. Then you can RPG.

OOC: PFFFF, HAHAHAHAHAHha...ha..heh heh... sigh.

That guy is hilarious.

He makes me look like a scrub with weaponry.

OOC: I'm back from my holiday. It was a bit unlucky that I wasn't here while Mars' character was being chased away... and it doesn't really make a lot of sense that my character did absolutely nothing while this was happening (and that nobody else noticed him, come on guys!).

Due to a few things, I'll repost my last RP and change it a bit to match what's happened.

IC: Borso looks into a few rooms, before seeing a sign for Arnie's Office. He rushes over to see someone else in there already, a Mudokon with no work uniform (Mars). "Nice hair", Borso remarked. He wasn't entirely sure whether he meant it as a complement or as sarcasm. It could have gone either way. Suddenly Borso spots Arnie. He held his gun aloft and was about to salute and enter the office when he heard a voice.

"CLOSE AND LOCK!"

Borso is hit by the slamdoor with such ferocity that he is knocked all the way back to the far-side of the corridor and bangs his head on the wall. He barely had time to say "Slimy Sligs" before he was unconcious. While out of conciousness he could hear snippets of dialogue; "...n armed Native Mud ma..."

Borso got up, shaking his head. He looked around and saw the office he was about to enter before, the door was now open and Grace was talking to Arnie. "If it doesn't upset you then I'll be staying here until someone else comes to make sure you stay protected." Borso smiled, "Well, that someone...", he picked up his rifle and cocked it back, "...could be me. I'm here for a job sir, a bodyguard perhaps?". Borso anticipated Arnie's words with great enthusiasm.

So Splat can I edit my profile?

Maybe I should just change him.

Yes please.

A firesword gabbit sounds evil.
Try...Mud? Slig?
I dunno.

AG, please don't double post. Use the Edit button.

ooc: Yes, I said you could edit or change your profile. Also, I recommend you take notice of the 'edit' button in the bottom right corner of your posts. This will let you edit old posts so you won't have to double-post.

Good to see you back, Alex!

Grace and Dion are waiting for Dripik. Anni and Jim are sort of waiting for Chronicler (to see how he reacts to Arnie's message), but if he doesn't post in the next few days I'll have them talk to Ralph or notice Mars.

YA!

Wait, what about what's going on here? I WANT ATTENTION!!!

OOC: Thanks Splat :)
Mars, I think you should wait a little longer for more posts. I'd expect two posts per week really, don't go in expecting more than that or you'll probably be disappointed.

YOU'RE RIGHT!
Why do you have to be right...

Strange, I've waited days. Where is everyone? HELOOOO?

Say, looking back on my old posts, I'm thinking that when I said:
Before I talk to Skleros I'll get a job:
I really had no clue how long It would take to get a job here.

lol

MM, the odds are we're all waiting for somebody else.

Okay, but can I ask you something? How do you get those ranking title things like you have 'riot slug'?

OOC: @MarsMudoken, you get titles by how many posts you make (I think).
I believe I speak for everyone where when I say, your previous comment was both irrelevant and in the wrong place. Do not ask for general help in this thread.

Please do not double or triple post (by posting 2/3 messages in a row), it is both against the forum rules and very inconsiderate. As for the RPG, you must have a little patience and give it some time. If you keep posting here about irrelevant topics, you may well find yourself annoying some admins.

Sorry. No more posting twice. And I'll look at the faq next time.

ooc: Mars, I'd like to point out that posting excessively can lead to you getting an infraction (which is the first step to getting temporarily banned from the forums). I hope this doesn't sound threatening, but I want to point this out. Use the edit button instead of double-posting and do NOT post just to say nothing's happening. That's a little like posting to tell us that the sky is blue.

OOC: I know but REALLY you guys take forever. And I've learned my lesson. Alex yelled at me too...
And all this OOC is driving me crazy.

OOC: Good things come to those who wait. Normally the action is passed betwwen members i.e. Post an action, wait for their reaction. So we're all waiting too, you know.

Though the last post of actual gameplay was on October 20th! I'm sorry i'm just impatient. Sorry.

OOC: It's only been six days. Is that so long? I used to have to wait literally weeks. Anyway, I'm going to shut up before the OOCPs get out of hand.

ooc: Mars, shut up and wait! You're really getting on my nerves and if you keep posting for no reason I am going to infract you for it! You are making this thread really messy (18 posts on this page already and not one of them IC, most of them by or because of you) and it's making me lose patience.

ooc: Right, it's been twenty posts since the last time someone wrote the letters 'IC' in this fair thread, and so I quit waiting and I'm gonna go back to saving my RPG... Uh, Dripik's RPG. *Sticks tongue out at everyone*


IC: (Man, it feels good to type that)
Grace looked over his shoulder at the somewhat weedy little Borso, but then he shrugged. At least the slig was enthusiastic, and the other slig and the robot were here now, too.
"Right, well I'm going to go out and look for this native, but if one of you wants to go and look for him on the cameras and tell me where he is, that'd help, I'm sure. I have a radio, on frequency 8.5." He muscled his way out of the room, pushing past Dionysia who glared at his back, though he paid her exactly no attention.

She looked sourly around the room, resting her attention on #7 Slig, looking at him with insolent expectancy, waiting for him to explain what was going on and what his oh-so-wonderful plan would be.


Anni and Jim both looked up as the message blared overhead. When Arnie's shouting faded to a ringing silence, Jim looked around. "Um."
Anni's face was glowing with excitement, but before she could say anything, Ralph spoke.

Ralph rolled his eyes, "Doesn't sound like anyone in this factory does their jobs properly. Anyway, I know the boss didn't assign me to this job, but my job was up there in the packaging area, along with two other people who never bothered to show up. So I figured I'd come down here and help get things started and then maybe someone could help me out up there."

Anni shrugged, "Well most things get done here, don't they? The place is still running. Anyway, maybe me and Jim could go upstairs in a bit and you can help Skullik down here!" She pointed to the hulking outlaw.

Jim, foreseeing this as an attempt by Anni to get away from work and, horror of horrors, maybe even go and look for this native, started to speak then, "Um, maybe it'd be better if you stay-"

"Anyway," Anni declared loudly, "What we're doing is," She glanced at Jim, "Meat comes through that little hatchways and down the conveyor and gets ground up and then over there it gets pounded. So we have to make sure it's getting mushed up properly and then if it doesn't we probably mess with the controls until it does."

Jim couldn't help noticing that this was very nearly a word-for-word copy of what he'd just said in answer to the same question, and said pointedly, "Anni, how long have you worked here?"

She grinned at him angelically.

Gretin... Where are you? We need you!

IC: Borso looks at Grace with great interest, "Good luck then!". Borso chuckled and waved a little bit. Borso turned to Arnie, "Don't worry sir, you're safe with me!". Borso lit his cig while he waited for Arnie. He walked over to Arnie and offered him his lighter.

OOC: BTW, what exactly is Grace? I didn't see it in the profile thread. Thanks Splat!

ooc: He's a very large slig, though smaller than a big-bro. And the characters are outside of the boss's office while Arnie is in his office with the door closed.

OOC:

That's all good, I know what it's like being left behind and I could see your character was in danger of being forgotten ;)

But... the last IC post was on the 20th of October... Don't you mean over a week? :fuzconf:

I've been lurking here the whole time :p I just wanted to wait for other parts of the RPG to progress, otherwise you end up with one part of it racing forward while the others are moving at a snail's pace. But nevermind, I'll post IC now.

IC:

Hembar said nothing, but simply nodded curtly to the robot (SU-01) and started making her way away from the factory. She was still suspicious, and it showed by the dim glow still surrounding her hands, so she wasn't going to stop or let her guard down until they were well out of range of the snoozer.

Being careful to avoid any still operational security cameras, she kept walking until they were well away from the factory on the outskirts of the stockyards but still within the Rupture Farms area. Finally stopping, her hands dimmed down again as she accepted that they were safe now.

"Now, what am I going to do with you?" she thought aloud, looking at the meech (Crunchy).

OOC: I'll post as Ralph later.

-----IC-----

The female Mudokon nodded to him and walked into the stockyard, with the Meech following her. SU-01 waited until he lost their heat signatures.

"Mission completed..." he said to himself. He has managed to stop a terrorist action without hurting anyone. However, it was almost certain that the natives would come back.
If it happened, he would have to kill everyone of them...Against his will.

He turned over and went back into the factory. He took a different path, and saw some paramites along the way. He even had to burn some paramites webs that were blocking the way with his flamethrower. He finaly arrived in front of the main stair, leading the the first floor. The basement was everything but under control and paramites were only one stair away from the machinery and the employees.
"I'll have to mention this to the boss when I'll get to talk to him." he thought

He headed to the boss office to make his report.

OOC:I swear to the God I don't belive in that I will post soon. Stuff keeps coming up.

OOC: Apologies for double post.

IC: Crunchy looked around over this place of rusting metal. Cages stretched as far as he could see, apart from grey mud on the horizon. He peered up at his saviour (Hembar). They were safe now, but she seemed distracted. What was he to do now? The only thought he could muster hit him. 'I'm hungry.' He lifted his head and pointed into his beak, hoping she would understand.

OOC: Hi guys, just letting you know I'm alive. On a side note, I am sorry about the triple post. I didn't know. Also I will post IC when Splat notices me. Okay? Alright. Now let me finish these zombie muds...

ooc: Waiting for Dripik and Gretin.

OOC: Waiting for Dripik (and a job!)

I'M WAITING ON SPLAT!