OOC: Ah, thanks to Used for the complament. Anyway, I'm seeing very impressive, intellgent writing around here.
IC: As the city of Nolybab continued it's hectic chaos of crime, the trouble out at sea slowly was making it's way toward a city, that didn't need anymore criminals. Turf had found his way into the sailing deck and found the sailor who drove the ship. Being that Turf's host was obviously being controlled, the Wolvark grabbed the nearest gun and tried to shoot. But Turf had a trick up his sleeve, and after two furious brawls, the ship was heading toward Nolybab, with the remainder of the crew stuffed in a cargo hold.
Being that Turf had a sense of direction over the course of several decades swimming, and with the help of a map, Turf already knew exactly where to go. Clumisly steering the ship, Turf tried to find the exact direction where the nearest ship dock was, being that Turf had narrow experience of ship steering. After being sure that he was on the right track, Turf smirked Jum's face to reveal pleasure of how well the plan was going. Since Turf had not be planning to steer this ship any longer, he went to the ceiling control panel, and used his host's fingers to activate the auto pilot sequence. Seeing that the correct auto pilot lever, button, and switches were on, Turf decided to relax.
Turf used his host to sit without any posture, on a still chair. Turf used his host to loudly exhale, knowing that he must keep his host's body healthy. He listened to the ocean breeze outsied, along with the other sounds, like the waves clashing onto the sea floors and the rest of the ocean, and the beeping of the control panel inside the room he was in. This world was full of remarkble miracles and noises, but yet all is wasted by the Industerial society, of caring about manufactored goods, moolah, and looks. These things made Turf aggravated to no end. But with his plan, the Magog Cartel would change in just days.
Turf got bored already and stretched when he got up. Once his host's body was fully ready for anything in it's way, Turf went over to a table near the control panel. There were two things on the table that caught his attention. The first thing was a framed picture of a Clakker's family. Turf picked it up, drew it closer to his head, and looked at the family closily. They were in a brown shagged wall room, with a mother, a father, and two youths. The father looked like the Clakker he had killed only a half hour ago. Turf's eyes misted with tears has he remembered his family, that had been murdered generations ago. Then he thought of the Clakker family in the picture that would miss their beloved member of the family. Turf knew it was wrong to have killed that Clakker, but he was all part of the Industerial family, and they all tried to kill Oktigi at one time or another. Since Turf was so ireful of remembering of the Glukkons who tried to kill him, he threw the picture at the floor, having it shaddered up on the floor.
The other thing that caught his attention was a radio on the table, being that it was rather very modern, he thought maybe he could hear the news on Nolybab. He turned it on, and flicked through the channels to find the news on Nolybab. At last, when he found it, he listened to the news. "...And that was our new story on Lady Margeret's current condition with her life support. Now in other news, three more criminals have been captured. Slabbo, Kreager, and Lenny have been arrested by the NSSU, and have been taken off the wanted list. But Mr. Jones, a Vykker, was murdered and it has been suspected that he has been killed by the Oddfather. In furthur detail...."
Turf turned off the radio as the auto pilot stopped by the docking registeration machine. Turf purred in pleasure and walked out of the steering deck to look at the city.
OOC: Gonna write later. Maybe I will catch up to the current time zone next time.
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