OOC: Omfg here comes Sal! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!!
Flaxis couldn't beleive it. He'd been suckered the whole time. As soon as he'd held out his hand to offer a partnership, he'd fallen right into the trap. Now, Darvek, if that was his real name, once again, couldn't trust people long enough to say 'hello'. Flaxis didn't care that Darvek had been a bounty hunter, hell, he was one himself. But still, as was the nature of things with Sligs, they were so paranoid that they suspected you before they even met you.
Flaxis shrugged stupidly as the smoke began to eat up the air around him. Suddenly a mudokon with what seemed like a huge bag on his back tore out of nowhere.
"Hey!!!! I saw fireworks! Where'd they go!?" The mudokon said crazily. His hair was dishelved, and he was covered in dirt. It looked like it had gone through Hell itself, but the stupid grin on its face suggested it had just been to a funhouse. Flaxis mouth opened and closed without making any noise. Thats when the smoke reached his eyes and mouth, and he started to cough. The mudokon was somehow unaffected.
"Fine if you're not going to talk...Lookit what I found!" He held up a Flaxis's assualt rifle. "I found this on the way!!! I'll sell it to you for...hows about 50 moolah?!" It made a mock-seller's face. Calvarr just stood there, looking at the mudo. "Oh, by the way, me name is Sal! Hows ya doing?!" Flaxis just gave up trying to understand, and tried to punch Sal in the face. With a childish eagerness, his blocked it and went into a boxer pose, singing some theme song that had "eye of the tiger" in the lines.
(OOC: I had loads of fun writing this. I really like Sal)
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