Tribe Of Akuafobeea
 

That's right. I made another RPG. But um ..... thanks to a certain twisted event in my life, I have enough free time to TRY and keep this on alive.:fuzwink:

WELCOME TO AKUAFOBEEA

Akuafobeea village is located in the middle of a large rocky dry patch of land, which in turn is located in the middle of vast wetlands. Akuafobeea is a settled tribal village made up of not one, but multiple different creatures and races. This might make things a bit dysfunctional, but the villagers would have to face it that way. Anyhoo, due to the location, Akuafobeea's main form of activities involves water. Rowing, Water skiing, Fishing, Diving, and let's not forget the funs of Water pasteurizing. The food is also from the water. They'd have to hunt various forms of aquatic life, or perhaps just harvest the many different water plants around the area. The Akuafobeeans themselves can be quite varied in character and personality. After all, they're of different mixed species. But no matter, they still live. The village resembles any other earthly native people that live in watery areas (Think native south americans, or just americans, okay?) . With homes mostly made from animal skins, intestines, furs, etc or simply made from other pieces of the environment. Take note: You'll be able to determine the appearance of your character's home, inside and out during the course of the RPG. The very middle of the village is a cleared space, save for the tall totem pole of various underwater beasts, such as Gabbits or Sea Rexes. Located nearby the totems is the home of Akuafobeea's cheif.

THE PROBLEM

Akuafobeea, while still hanging on, is facing some threats, some that can become more than just a hassle. The beautiful wetlands, the Akuafobeean's home, is slowly but surely being piled on with pollution. Some bad sludge and junk has been washed into the wetlands, supposedly from far away factories and whatnot. This causes quite a bit of danger for the village. Contaminating water, making wild animals into rotten meals, and can give away some nasty illnesses. The Akuafobeeans can do no more than just live with it and try to clean away the crud .....

THE RULES

1. All basic RPG Rules apply to this RPG as well
http://www.oddworldforums.net/showthread.php?t=15073
Read em' if you're new to the RPing gig

2. You may have up to three characters. No more.

3. You may only post three times per day. Might seem like too much, but I'm being nice right now.

4. Not a rule, but better add it to SOME section. This RPG is a community, making it generally a "free-roaming" styled thing without any real theme or story. btw expect some bossy action from the chief.
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My characters

Name: Chief Wapi
Species: BigBro Slig
Age: 50 (Earth Years)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Typically like any BigBro Slig .... without a mask ..... or pants. Without the legs, he can only move by dragging himself along the ground with his powerful arms. This can get tedious when mixed with his crippled back. Wapi wears assorted brown animal furs around his shoulders and back. He also posseses special blue dotted tattoos scattered around his face, a face with two tiny black eyes.
Personality: Wapi has gone through two different planets. The world of the destructive Slig, and the world of the creative Slig. Knowing very well of both worlds, Wapi is able to see things in different perspectives. He tries to keep a steady head and holds different laws for different situations. He does keep some typical Slig nastiness tho, like swearing too much, wanting to smoke, gamble away, etc.
History: Wapi was born within the industrial Oddworld. He was raised like any typical slig. He has to beat things up so that his masters don't beat HIM up. Wapi has served as a guard for many different facilities and learned enough about fighting and weapons. He even specially grew (with help from good ol' steroids) into BigBro Slig pants! After multiple mishaps with his size tho, he was fired and threatened to get eaten by the Slig Queen. With fear, Wapi had escaped into the wild ...... through many trials, errors, and many victorious battles, Wapi had evolved into the chief of Akuafobeea.

Name: Hydra
Species: Grubb
Age: 20 (Earth years)
Gender: Female
Appearance: A yellowish greenish Grubb. She has long black eye lashes and two big eyeballs on her head. Speaking of which, her head just seems slightly flattened when compared to other Grubb skulls. She wears a light-weight blue robe and ties a black sash around herself, giving her a tiny waist (REALLY sensitive about weight she is)
Personality: Hydra is cunning and an adequate schemer. This proves to be bad, as she will many times try and manipulate others into doing her dirty work. Not to mention, she can be quite a hothead. Nevertheless, she also grows tight bonds with friends, giving her a little bit of optimism.
History: Hydra used to live in Western Mudos, until she was captured and enslaved by some industrialist flunkies. She learned from said industrialists, and in fact, loved them almost as a family. Although, they still proved to be quite dastardly. After some years of hard labour, she escaped into the wild and instinctively set out for a watery habitat. So then we see her wind up in Akuafobeea, where she was raised to be a healer by Chief Wapi. Hydra shows to be quite fiendish, but still somewhat good-natured, which is good enough for the large Slig chief.

Should join this. Don't have the time to make character/s right now though. I am most interesting however.

I question how this will work though. Will all the characters we start with supposed to have been estabilished for a time, or what? Since the plot assumes that as opposed to us all moving in and building a new place, and getting to know each other as new characters to one another.
Obviously it'll need a few players to start, but I take it it will be a relatively new, small village to start with.

Whatever you'd like I suppose. Your character can be a newcomer to this tribe, or can be an already known settled in villager. If RPd correctly, this won't greatly take away from the "meeting new characters concept".

As it's Chronicler, I'll join.

Name: Typo
Species: Slig
Age: 14 (Earth Years)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Typo is really just your average slig in appearance. Aside from vanishing scars on his right side, Typo isn't unique on the outside.
Personality: Typo is the average teen slig, only much smarter. Since he wasn't raised in a slig barracks, he's never been keen on fighting and had no knowledge of the industrial world. As far as he was concerned, this is the industrial and native. But with the new pollution, he's figuring it out little by little.
History: Typo fell out of the container sending him to a slig barracks, hence he has no real name (Everyone just calls him Typo, a witty name he thought of himself). This also explains his scars. Having to fend for himself in the wild, he found Akuafobeea and stayed the next 6 years.

When do we begin?:D

This will start in time my dear friend. In time ...... Like maybe two-three more people to join up.

I’ll join.
Name Khain
Age:36 (Earth years)
Species: Slig
Sex: Male
Personality: Serious, patient, very intelligent, and calm usually.
Appearance: Wears light body armor equipped with night vision, has a basic Slig rifle and pants.
BIO: Khain was like any other Slig, worked as security for the gluk’s and killed any intruder on sight. By age 20 he was sentenced to life in prison for murder, he was released 5 years later by a mercenary agency. He was sent on many mission’s by the agency completing a variety of job’s from bodyguard to assassin. His latest mission involved tracking down a band of outlaw’s. When he found the outlaw’s hide out he was already to late, another mercenary group had got to them first. Due to his failure he decided to live in exile, he made his way to Akuafobeea to create a new life, he’s been their ever since. He has always kept to himself, never bothered any one, never causing trouble.

Name: shaman Agronack
Age: 60 (earth)
Species: Mud.
Sex: Male
Personality: Mysterious, strange, kind, tends to disappear to who knows where.
Appearance: Wears a head piece made of rare gem’s, and a Paramite mouth piece bones in the shape of a Crown, Wears black cloth around his waist going down to his feet and carry‘s a wood staff. He also has tribal Paramite tattoos on his back and chest, and dark blue skin.
BIO: Agronack has lived in Akuafobeea for his entire life, no one knows how he became shaman. He is very mysterious, always disappearing for a day or two, always doing strange rituals and experiments. When he found Fawkes alone in the wild, he adopted her an took her in, took care of her.

Name: Fawkes
Age: 20(earth)
Species: Mud
Sex: female
Personality: shy, kind, interested in Khain’s past.
Appearance: has white pale skin with unknown markings across her body and face. Wears brown cloth.
BIO: Fawkes has been considered Agronack’s daughter, though she was adopted. She was only 5 when he found her, she was captured by slaver’s from another village. Ever since Khain arrived to the village she was always interested in him, his past, how he became a mercenary. Agronack had always told her to keep her distance though, but she ignored his warning. She always wondered what the industrial world was like, why it was cruel.

Name: Nimol
Species: Slig
Age: 3 (Slig Years)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Nimol is a young Slig. He wears typical Slig pants and carries twin pistols. His mask is a dark shade of grey, with a white and red stripe across the eye region to show his higher rank. He is wearing light armor, which consists of two shoulder plates, an X shaped strap across his chest, which connects with his pants. He is slightly taller than the average Slig.

Personality: Nimol is a bit erratic. His behavior is often questionable because he never seems to settle for one emotion. He is a bit cocky due to his rise in rank, and often needs to be taken down a peg or two. He enjoys fighting, but is quite happy to run from a fight if he's losing. He tries to help his friends out as much as he can.

History: He proved to be quite intelligent and his skill with a rifle led to him getting numerous promotions. Despite his age, he rose up the ranks to become a Lieutenant. He made some friends in the higher rankings of the factory where he worked. Unfortunately an explosion at the factory caused it to be burnt down. He roamed the native lands for a while, before arriving at a Clakker town. To earn some moolah he became a bounty hunter and caught some notorious outlaws. After this, he explored nature a bit, trying to find a place to fit in, winding up in Akuafobeea.

Somebody likes sligs...:D Four sligs including the cheif. Awesome.:D

Looks like this will be a utopia for native Sligs ;)

can't wait to start

OOC: I suppose we have a number of players to atleast start. Here goes.

IC: The music of natural Oddworld played just as the birthing of the sun begun. The gushing of the water slapping against the banks and puddles, the ghostly howls of the wind, and the ever so annoying cries of the animals. Oh yeah. It's nature at its strongest. Or sort of ..... Craddled along in the ripples of the waters are hunks of garbage. Metal frames covered in filth, oils, the works. The chief of Akuafobeea, Wapi BigBro Slig, was hanging around the shallow waters right infront of the village's entrance. He was very much ... displeased by the occuring events. Dumping industrial crap into once fresh waters might be understandable, and even okay to live through, but must it come in so many large quantities? Wapi picked up a smelly bag from a puddle of water, more cityslicker waste. Eew. The slig tossed away the bag back into the river. Oh well. Another day comes. He took a deep breath in, fresh air. Still quite potent is organic magic. "Good morning Wapi!" Said the fiendish Grubb, Hydra. Her eyes darted around the place as if she had another nasty trick in mind ... "More garbage I see. Eh?" She said, giving a toothy, possibly mocking, smile. Wapi sighed "G'mornin' Grub lady. What tricks ya got up your sleeves THIS time?" He playfully asked. Hydra merely rolled her eyes. "The village seems fine at the moment. I plan on sending some others out to help fish for the vilage. Wanna come Hydra?" "Sure thing, Wapi."

OOC: Okay, here goes!

IC: Further down the river, there is a somewhat cleaner surface of water. A creature dived in the water and began washing himself. He put some soap on a large twig and started scrubbing his back with it. "Ah, that hits the spot", he thought to himself. He started scrubbing his arms, his tail, and then his face tentacles.

A few seconds later, Nimol made his way back to the shore. He re-equipped his mask, and de-activated the zapper mode on his pants (a failsafe to stop people stealing them). His pants regained the normal shape, and he put them on. He strapped on his light armor and wiped his visor with a cloth. "Now, where did I leave that thing?". He walks up to a small boat made of wood. He begins paddling downstream.

As he goes downstream the water becomes more and more murky. He has to turn the boat every once in a while so that it doesn't collide with a plane wing or fuel tank every so often. He notices some dead wildlife near the water and tries not to think about it too much. In the distance he spots a Big Bro Slig, as he passes by in the boat, he waves a hand towards the Slig, carrying on in the boat. A few seconds later it became clear that he couldn't continue down the river in the boat. "I'll have to dock this thing somewhere". He moves the boat onto the shoreline. "Maybe that Big Bro'll give me some directions?". He starts walking to the Big Bro and waves his hand somewhat excessively. "Hi there!"

IC: Typo's eyes creaked open. There really wasn't much he felt like doing now, but he knew he'd have to get up sooner or later. Yawning he sat up in bed. Crawling his way out of his humble home, he wondered what he'd do today. Besides attempt to stay out of trouble. Seeing that Chief Wapi was already awake, he assumed he was up and about a little earlier than he ought to be. Putting that aside, he crawled closer and noticed that Hydra was also there. 'Wonder if she's up to something again.' Typo though. He decided to go and maybe get himself some breakfast. Looking at the river he saw it was filled with more trash. 'What's their problem? Can't they do something else with it?' He thought. Typo peered closely to see if anything was underneath it all.
OOC: And I hope Chronicler was telling the truth in the first post.:D

occ: finaly
IC:Khain stood in the center of the village, he breathed in the fresh morning air. He stood there admiring the tall totem’s craftsmanship. He was having a hard time keeping himself awake after having nightmares after last nights experiment with agronack. “khain.” said a low cheerful voice. Khain turned to find Fawkes right behind him. “my father would like to talk to you.” *sigh* “look, if it has anything to do with last night’s experiment-” “No. No. It has nothing to do with any experiment’s, he just wants to talk to you about something.” “And what might that be?” Replied Khain. Fawkes shrugged and said. “You will just have to ask him yourself, he wouldn’t tell me.” Khain sighed again. “Fine will go and see what’s up.” They both parted and went their separate ways. Khain judged Agronack a good mud, he respected him and what he does. But some times, he goes to far with his experiments. ‘One day he is going to set the village on fire.’ Khain didn’t like being apart of his experiments, but then again some one has to do the job. Just why did have to be him. Fawkes decided to head outside the village to see what’s up.

OOC: Yes yes yes yes .... "Finally" is all what's yes

IC: Before Wapi could even flicker a tentacle and Hydra could even blink, a loud "Hi there!" pierced through the air. The BigBro and the Grub both looked across the area only to see a creature travelling through the water on a boat. It was a Slig ..... a suspisious looking Slig at that. This armored one seemed very well similair to the likes of those who birthed this garbage in the first place. Hydra rubbed her large eyeballs and shakingly dusted off her blue robe. "An enemy? Wapi?" She asked with worry. Of coarse, in stereotyping, Natives were either peaceful wimps, or violent terrorists. Mineaswell make a good expression to a stranger. Wapi waved a large cedar-like arm ".... Hi ...."

OOC: Hurrah my first RPG conversation! Here goes!

IC: Nimol looked at the Big Bro Slig. He hadn't seen a Big Bro without the typical Slig mask that was normally worn. Nimol looked down at the Grubb and smiled. "Hiya miss". He looked at the other Slig, even without Big Bro pants he still looked formidable. "Nice to meet you, I'm Nimol. So, you're a free Slig too huh? My factory got blown up, so I didn't really have any choice but to become a bounty hunter and find shelter... speakin of which, my legs could do with some maintainence". Nimol sat on a nearby rock, offering a cig to the Big Bro. "If you want, we can play some Magog Poker later? I still have a spare deck... I think I'm missin a Skillya card and one of the dice though... It's alright if I crash here for a while?". Nimol eagerly awaited the Big Bro's response in anticipation.

IC: Typo's search was interupted by someone's "Hi there!". It was another slig. He looked different. Wearing some kind of armour, and some sort of mechanical contraption. Wondering what to make of this newcomer, he crawled a little closer, but not close enough to be properly noticed. Upon closer inspection, he saw he had stripes on his mask. 'What're they there for?' Typo wondered. Not really sure what else to do, he shuffled a bit farther back and continued to look for his breakfast. 'Where does this stuff even come from? How many things can be useless?' He thought with a slight frown.

IC:When Khain had arrived at the shaman’s hut a loud crash came from inside, as he hurried inside he could see agronack was cleaning by the look’s of it. “ Khain come in, come in.”
Khain stepped closer to see what he was up too. “ You wanted to see me”. Agronack was silent for a moment, he continued to ruffle through his junk as Khain waited for a response. Finally he replied. “Yes I did, you see I need some clean water.” Khain was confused, why did he need water and why clean all the sudden? “ um… clean water is kinda hard to find, it’s not like I can just head down to the river for some clean water.”
Agronack chuckled. He then turned and said. “I’m well aware of that. You see farther up the river is a bit cleaner, so I need to get me some of that water.” “then why don’t you go down and get some your self, also why do you need it?” Agronack looked at him for a minute. “well I’m a bit busy and it would be very kind of you if would do that for me.”
*sigh* “ fine, but this better be worth it.” Agronack smiled. “ Trust me it is, I would not have asked you if it wasn’t. don’t worry I will explain all in time.” Khain then left and started heading down to the river. Meanwhile Fawkes had noticed that there was a small Gathering in front of the village, curious she went up for a closer look. She saw chief wapi and hydra were talking to someone, she did not recognize the Slig. ‘I wonder what they are talking about.’ she also noticed someone seem to be observing them as well. It was Typo. Fawkes them went up to see if he knew what was going on. “hey Typo. What’s going on?”

OOC: Prepare for a post way too long for my taste ....
IC: Wapi wasn't so sure what to do. Hydra didn't seem to like the way things looked either. It's quite easy for Wapi to tell how Hydra is feeling just from her jerky movements. Anyhow, the chief sighed. He gave Nimol a low grunt and signaled him to stay where he was. He then signaled Hydra to follow him. The Big bro slig and the little sis grubb walked farther away from the new alien slig (Nimol) so that their conversation could not be heard.
Wapi was about to release his own opinion, but the easily-flared Hydra butts in "What's going on? Who is that slig?" she says in a harsh rasp. Wapi kept calm, but still equally as confused as Hydra. ".... If we let him in, he can possibly allow others to know of our location, this can be good or bad. But on the other hand, he may be of peaceful nature ..... err." Wapi twitched his tentacles and scratched the back of his head. The grubb impatiently waited. The chief made up his mind after slapping himself on the head a few times. "Hydra, I'll allow him to stay. But it's your job to babysit him. You must observe his behaviour, and if he makes any-" Wapi stopped himself in mid-sentance. He could tell Hydra's angry pissed girl side was coming .... again. The bigbro slig snickered at this "Perfect .... If he makes a wrong move, then we'll probably kill him. If not, let him live life in our village."
Hydra folded her arms together and stared down at her blue robe, angered. If anything, she would personally try and drive out Nimol herself! Wapi approahed the slig. "Strange visitor Nimol. You may stay here with us -" Wapi took a cigarette from the Slig. "But you will be under CONSTANT watch .... any wrong move, and you'll be in my soup. Got it?"

IC: Typo heard someone call him. Looking up, he saw it was Fawkes. "Oh hey Fawkes. I'm not sure, but it seems there's a new slig from somewhere. I'm just up here looking for something to eat. Hard to see with all this junk around." He replied.
OOC: A little short for my taste, but it'll have to do.:D

OOC: I like the way everyone is developing their characters :D

IC: Nimol was a little bit shocked at the somewhat harsh response he recieved from the Big Bro Slig. He decided not to panic and said, "Um, sure thing. I'll go and find a place to crash, I need to fix my pants". He moved a bit closer to Wapi and spoke in a quieter tone, "By the way, I'm no stranger to danger... If you ever need my firepower or help, just holler and I'll come running". He backed away from Wapi, "Well, see ya round!". With that he ran off somewhat happy that he was allowed to stay.

He noticed some of the other Sligs as he was walking past, gave them a curt nod, then headed to the center of the village to either find an empty hut or make one himself.

IC: Spotting movement in the water, Typo lunged out at it, and let go of it almost at once. It might have been a fish, but not a very good one. Shaking his head in defeat, he decided he'd just come back a little later. Maybe with a harpoon or something. That new slig might be interesting. 'Where'd he get to?' He thought. Crawling back to the center of town, he saw the new slig standing there. He crawled the remainder of the way. "Hey, you're that new guy right? I'm... Well you can call me Typo. What's your name?" He said in a not-so casual voice. The fact that he didn't acutally have a real name always made him a little awkward with introductions.

IC: Nimol heard a voice and turned around. He could see one of the Sligs he walked past earlier. He smiled and looked at him. "Hiya. My name's Nimol, nice to meet you", He shook Typo's hand. "I was going to look for a Clakker town for some bounties, but it might do me some good to stay here for a while instead".

He noticed Typo curiously looking at his mask stripe. "Oh, this?", he pointed towards the pattern on the mask. "It signifies my rank, I was a Lieutenant before the big explosion... There wasn't a lot of us left and I couldn't imagine the Glukkons picking up the pieces and starting again. I decided to leave and make a name for myself out here in the wild".

He continued walking along to the center of the village. Nimol found a hut with a broken roof. He pokes his snout inside, not seeing anyone there... in fact, it seemed like no one had lived there for several months, if not longer. He sighed and decided to make a start. He took a piece of the broken roof which had collapsed through, and placed it outside of the hut. A minute later he had taken out all of the collapsed roof. Now he was left with an empty hole where the roof should be, and a very dusty and dirty floor. "Oh well, I'd better start somewhere". He picked up a plank of wood and tried to sweep all of the dust and dirt from inside, placing it outside of the hut.

He looked at Typo while doing this and continued to talk, "So, you got any experience with weapons? Where did you grow up anyway?".

OOC: Heres a drawing of Nimol; http://alexfili.deviantart.com/art/N...beea-118419447

OOC: Making Typo look curiously when I didn't say he was, is a form of God-Modding.:D However I don't mind as he would have asked anyway.
IC: "No, I don't really fight much. Yeah... Guess it comes from me not getting to slig barracks. You see when I was being shipped there, I fell out of the container, landed in the wild and found this place." Replied Typo, "Might have been different if I'd got there." Looking at the hut Nimol seemed to be planning on staying in, it didn't look in too good of shape. Ceiling was falling apart for one thing. "Want some help there?" Typo asked. 'So this guy's from the place where that junk comes from.' Typo thought, 'Doesn't seem too bad.'

OOC: It's not really god-modding, I just wanted to make it sound more like a cohesive story rather than just a one way conversation :D

IC: Nimol jumped back in surprise. "Landed in the wild?! Well I never expected that!". Nimol walked towards the window, wiping some dust away from the glass. "I keep forgetting that there are some native Sligs living out here... It's nice to meet you though".

He shifted himself towards the other side of the hut, clearing away some more debris. "Oh, yeah you can help if you like. It seems that this hut is abandoned so I think I'll fix it up and claim it for myself. I don't think the Big Bro will mind too much".

He handed a hunk of wood to Typo and joined in with the cleaning up. "Hey Ty, do you know the name of that Big Bro I saw back there? He seems kinda cool to me".

ooc: sorry i didn't post, i was so sick i couldn't even get out of bed.
IC:Khain arrived back at the center of the village, before he would head off to the river he first needed to make a quick stop back at his hut. When he arrived back at his industrial looking hut Fawkes was running yelling “KHAIN!” Khain turned but did not respond.She the stopped and stood there for a moment to catch her breath. “Yes Fawkes?” She still was out of breath after running from the entrance to the other side of the village, she finally replied “ we have a newcomer, a Slig from an industrial place!” Khain did not show the same enthusiasm as Fawkes, but he did show some interest. “Well then I guess I should go meet him, maybe after I get some water for Agronack .” Fawkes gave him a look like as if he did see what was going on. “ Did you not hear me? A newcomer is here.” “Yea I did, trust me It doesn’t mean anything. Like any newcomer he will just settle in and do whatever.” “you still don’t get it, we don’t get very many newcomers.” Khain fell silent for a moment. ‘She thinks that’s a bad thing? Obviously she not going to leave me alone about this.’ finally Khain spoke. “ O-alright fine. Ill go meet him…AFTER I get the water, agronack get really impatient when I don’t do his work for him.” Fawkes rolled her eyes and walked away. Khain opened the metal door of his hut, he then walked in and closed it behind him. He then opened a small safe he found in a wreckage out side the village. He pulled out a small box of bullets and loaded his gun. He also pulled out a small scope and attached it incase he saw any wildlife to hunt. He closed the safe, picked up a small metal bucket, and headed to the river.

IC: Typo was handed a hunk of wood. To Typo, a very heavy hunk of wood. Not really sure what it was for, he replied "Yeah that's Chief Wapi. Where do you want this to go?"
OOC: About as short as possible... I'll have to make the next one a tad longer.

OOC: Don't worry. As long as you create a new situation by your actions, you will advance the RPG's plot. Besides, we're only posting once a day anyway, which makes time progress in a more realistic fashion. I'm looking forward to what Chronicler does next! I'd like to take this time to congratulate Mr.Odd and Oddey on some great roleplaying :).

IC: Nimol raised an eyebrow, "Chief Wapi, eh? Well I'll tell you this much, I've never seen a native Big Bro before... Not even once before I arrived here". Nimol pointed towards the hut door. "We should take the wood outside for now, once that's done we can start getting rid of all this dust and dirt".

Nimol continued to sort out his hut, as he talked to Typo. "I saw a lot of things on my way here, Clakker towns, Mudokon villages, couple of Slig patrols... I'm pretty sure a native Big Bro is a very rare sight indeed".

Nimol started cleaning the floor with a broom. However there was a portrait in a frame which was hanging on it's side, he picked it up. It appeared to be a black and white picture of a Slig. It was hard to tell him apart from any other generic worker however, so he placed it on the floor for now. "I'll have to ask Wapi who used to live here... There must be some reason why this guy left his hut for such a long time and never came back... it looks like he left his gun behind as well". Nimol opened a cupboard and revealed a somewhat dusty standard rifle. Nimol started thinking to himself, "Someone who was outcast from this village? A Slig who wanted to go back to the industry?". He shook his head dismissively and continued with the cleaning.

A few moments later the floor was mostly clean. Nimol reached for two bottles of Brew in his backpack. Nimol handed one to Typo, "Care for a drink Ty?". Nimol opened the other bottle and started drinking. "Man that's some good stuff there".

IC: "Oh yeah. Rare indeed." Said Typo as he dropped the wood off. Then, he came back for his next. "Nah I don't drink. That stuff's bad for you." He said handing back the bottle. Picking up a smaller peice of wood, he carried it out of the house. Dropping it off, he asked "So, what's it like in the industry? Did the place you worked in, dump their stuff out the window and into the water?" 'Maybe he can explain why...' Typo thought.
OOC: I find that an exxagerated statement on my part.:D

IC: Nimol stared blankly at the bottle that just got handed back to him. "Hmmm, a Mudokon said that to me once you know?". Nimol smiled and put the bottle back into his backpack, "When I was young, I spent most of my time in the Slig Training facility. It was a few months later before I moved out of there and got a job as a security guard. From there, I went up the ranks and moved to a few different posts...". He looked at Typo with a concerned expression on his face, "Dumping stuff into the water? I'm afraid we guards didn't get told that kind of information, we just get told the basics and not much else. For all I know, we had a good garbage maintainance system in place... or at least, we used to...".

Nimol sat down and took another swig of the Brew. "I did know a couple of guys on garbage duty, that was only small time stuff though... recycling Brew bottles and broken Slig pants... that kind of thing. When the massive fire happened, I think a lot of us were scared and panicky. I think at that time we all had to make a run for it and try and get out of that place before it blew up. I don't really know what happened to anyone else... but as far as I know, they never rebuilt that place... so I guess it's in ruins right about now".

Nimol looked at Typo, "That happened about nine months ago... which makes it seem unlikely to be the cause of the junk in the river... especially if that happened more recently". He held a hand to his chin, "Judging by distance, I think my old factory was further away. It's more likely to be a different factory altogether, but I'd like to ask Wapi what he thinks... maybe we could send a few Sligs to investigate the cause of this whole problem".

Nimol drained the Brew bottle and put it on the shelf behind him. "Want to help me fetch some water?". Nimol walked towards the doorway.

OOC: I AM SO LATE AND SORRY. Remember when I said I had more free time? Turns out I don't ..... I'll still be active tho.

IC: Wapi took a smoke of the cigar ... 'Oh my friggin' Odd' the Bigbro inwardly swore to himself. Has it been a long while since he smoked, or is this cigar not satisying enough? Wapi had the feeling to toss away the thing. Where to? Into the water? ... Good idea. I mean, what little could some drugs to the environment? The chief slig twitched a finger and eyelid as he was about to toss away the stick of smokes ... NO! He can't quit on such pleasure! By pleasure, he means both the environment AND the tasty cigar. Wapi puffed out the swirls of flavor. Nice. Ahem. Wapi then remembered. Fishing time. First however, he will go see a shaman of the village, a quite trusted one, Agronack. Perhaps the shaman can reveal any blessings to come. With that, Wapi harshly bit onto his cigar and dragged his body rather quickly towards the village.

Meanwhile ..... Hydra was in the shadows, secretly watching the new slig, Nimol. He was hanging out with Typo, an already known villager slig. Hydra glared at Nimol with impatience. Perhaps it wasn't so much of a grudge, but babysitting this guy would waste so much of her precious time. Well, it seems as though she had enough of hiding. Hydra almost jumped as she remembered something. She had been practicing the world of "special effects" to further enhance any future ceremonies she would have in healing people. Right now, it was appearing and disappearing. Perhaps she could test something out here, Hydra thought to herself with her toothy smile. She began her dramatic entrance. A puff of purple smoke erupted from the ground and exploded outwards. Hydra then emerged from the puff of smoke with small fangs jutting out of her smirk. "Hiya!" she forced herself to say.

Just as Nimol was about to finish asking a question to Typo, a fairly loud noise was heard. Nimol slipped backwards off the chair with a "Wha?!", his armor making a clanging noise as he fell. He looked around the hut, trying to discover the cause of the noise. He saw some kind of smokescreen coming from the hut entrance. He looked at Typo, who shrugged. He was about to put a hand on his right pistol when he heard a girly sounding "Hiya!", coming from the entrance.

The first thing that went into his head when he heard the loud noise was "Flash-bang", but then... how many people would throw a flash-bang grenade into a hut and then announce their presense afterwards? He rubbed his visor a bit and then noticed the female Grubb in the doorway. He smiled, "Oh, Hi again, miss. You gave me a bit of a shock there". He stood up and looked towards the entrance of the hut. "Well, natives have a habit of being full of surprises... I know Wapi's name, but what is your name?".

As Nimol awaited the answer of the female Grubb, his pants started moving in strange ways, “Oh darn, not this again…”, he took out a screwdriver and began to check all of the screws. A few seconds later one of the screws came loose and the entire pants collapsed into a hunk of metal on the floor. He got up and walked around, placing each section of the pants onto a seperate pile. He was now checking each of the joints and making sure every screw was in the right place. A minute later the pants were repaired. He put them on, walking a few steps. “Well, seems to be fine now”. He put his screwdriver away and sighed.

He was thinking about going down the river to get some clean water so he could wash himself, or treat visitors to his hut with some non-alcoholic beverage. Maybe he could even scrounge some Big Bro pants for Wapi, as a gift... that would probably make Wapi have a better impression of him.

IC: Typo Spun around to face the sudden falsh of smoke. It wwas Hydra. Big surprise. Sighing, Typo said "Nimol this is Hydra." "She does that kind of thing a lot. Get used to it." Typo added under his breath. Then Nimol's pants seemed to go all strange. Then it all collapsed into one big heap. "Does that uh... Happen often?" Typo asked. Nimol didn't seem to need his help, as whatever was wrong with them was fixed within a minute or so. 'Must be good with his hands to do that.'

"Hydra... nice name", He screwed on the final bolt to his pants and chuckled, "Not often, it's just that I haven't had time to fix them recently".

Nimol walked over to the Slig photograph he found earlier and handed it to Hydra. "I don't suppose you know who this was? Seems like he left in a hurry, didn't even take his gun with him..."

Nimol walked to the doorway, "I'm gonna go fetch some clean water from the river, want to come with me?". He looked towards Typo and Hydra.

IC: "Yeah, sure." Said Typo automatically. 'As if I could really say anything else.' He thought. He crawled out of the dusty wreck that was going to be Nimol's place. 'This is going to take a lot of work...' He thought.

OCC: just to let you all know, I’m on vacation and I have limited internet access but I will try to post when I can, which should not be very long.
IC: Khain walked toward the river on his way he noticed the new Slig (Nimol) and Typo Seem to be talking to each other. And hydra was there as well. ‘I wonder what’s going on over there?’ new to the village and it seems that he already met the locals and found a new home by the looks of it. ‘I guess I should say I and see if they could help me out a bit with Agronacks mysterious new project.’ Khain walked up and introduced himself. “ well, well, it seems this old hut found itself a new owner.” Khain put down his gun and held out his hand. “allow me to introduce myself, my name is Khain. I guess you could say I help out the local shaman, in fact I was just heading down the river for some clean water maybe you could help.”
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Agronack and Fawkes were still cleaning out the junk in Agronack’s hut. Fawkes finally said “what’s all this junk for any way?” Agronack stopped and said “This “junk” as you call it, is for a ritual I must complete.” Fawkes shook her head “maybe you should through some of it out” Agronack was shocked at the very thought of it. “why I can’t just get rid of this stuff. I need it, with out this I couldn’t properly conduct my experiments, or my rituals.” Agronack then continued to ravage through the pile of trinkets. Fawkes still continued standing, refusing to touch another piece of garbage. “well it least reorganize some of this crap so we don’t kill our selves just trying to walk in here.” Agronack then stopped a moment then with a loud “finally” he then began to pick something out of the pile and started to set it up on a table. Fawkes sighed “what are you doing now?” Agronack started to put together some strange contraption. He began to laugh with joy. “okay now we can put away what’s left.” Fawkes picked up the big pile and threw it into a large chest by the table and walked away. Agronack sighed then opened up the chest and began to put everything himself.

OOC: It's okay. We'll hopefully try our best not to swarm the thread with too many posts in your absenses.

IC: Cheif Wapi dragged his own massive body with him at a steady pace, heading towards the hut of the village shaman, Agronack. The Mudokon seemed very cooky with his experimenting and rituals, but still was okay by cheif Wapi's watch. Although he would never say this directly, but Wapi does view the shaman as somewhat .... insane .... Weirdos are always the ones that greatly affect Oddworld's ways of life. Industrial leaders and stupid native rebels are great examples of it.
The BigBro chief made his way to Agronack's hut. He saw the young Fawkes make her way out of the hut. Wapi took his big body frame into the home of Agronack, accidently bumping his head into the ceiling. The cheif gave a big sarcastic "ouch" afterwards. "Wassup Agro?"
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Hydra allowed Typo to introduce her to the newbie slig. Meanwhile, she was busy looking at the black & white pic of the slig. She looked back at Nimol for a second and immediatley set her eyes on the picture. Hydra felt already felt annoyed by the newcomer. Well, it should only take a couple hijinks to drive this guy away from the village. If there's one thing that had ticked off Hydra, it was getting to know the new guys of the village. She then turned her attention back to Nimol, who was apparently looking for clean water. Gee, what help. Hydra reluctantly agreed with a head shake as Khain the slig came to the scene.

Nimol was surprised to see another newcomer, not to mention another Slig. He was starting to think this was like some kind of Utopia for abandoned Sligs. Nimol smiled, "Wow, I really didn't expect to get visitors while it's still so messy in here!" He shook the newcomer's hand. "Nice to meet you Khain, I'm Nimol". Nimol would have made a comment about the armor that Khain wore, but then he remembered what happened the last time he commented on another Slig's armor while in the factory; he got a nasty hit in the head with a rifle. "Well... looks like we ALL need water. Let's go get some!".

Nimol started walking out of the hut. On the way out of the village, he spotted some barrels which were not being used. He passed one to each of his followers. He looked at Khain, "So, where did you grow up? Are you an ex-industrialist or a native?". He continued walking and then looked at Hydra. "Hydra, I wanted to ask you... Do you think Wapi would like to wear some Big Bro pants? I could probably find some near this wreckage... think it would make a nice welcome gift?". He half-heartedly raised his eyebrow in a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

Typo crawled a little faster so as not to lag behind and grabbed the barrel given to him. "What wapi in Big-Bro pants? That'd be even rarer than he is in himself. Maybe he'd like some though." Typo said, overhearing Nimol talking to Hydra. "I don't know, but it'd be worth a try." He continued, smiling as he imagined Wapi in a pair of those things.

Nimol looked at Typo and smiled, "Hmmm, Well I guess it's up to him. Personally I think that the enhanced mobility and having your hands free is probably better in the long run... Hey, maybe I can russle up a pair for you as well?!". Nimol chuckled and continued walking, noticing a newspaper lying on the ground. He picked it up and looked at the headline; "Corruption in Slig Factories". He sighed, and put it in his pocket for later.