OOC: Good thing I joined in Feburary.
And I actually think Bonty had stopped running after he saw the two Sligs. Oh well.
IC: Bonty stopped in his tracks to see the Mudokon named Zap that was talking to him. Something about escaping, since he had been running in the corriders. Rebellion? He had planned to make one years after he escaped, when he did have an army of Mudokons to control. He wanted to at least have some mystic power before returning, kind of like Abe. Bonty tried to clarify that, but Hufty had said to him instead, "Hm, your first follower. He seems enthuastic about the idea. Why don't you tell him of my plan?"
Bonty looked at Hufty with a hard scowl, knowing that would be a bad idea. But Bonty had to admit, getting Mudokons to follow him was probably a good idea. There wasn't a whole lot of Sligs around here, and most of them even ironically encouraged going outside. Maybe that was a decent idea. But Sligs like Molt would menacingly paralzye you for even thinking of escaping. He remembered when he was young, and when a Mudokon tried to free Paramite eggs into the wild, Molt shot him to death because he thought he was, 'trying to destory corporate profits and make start a protest parade.' He shivered at the thought of Molt finding out what he was trying to do.
Bonty looked back at Zap and looked at his eager face. He guessed that now that he was running in the halls, he was probably a protestor already. But maybe he could lie to this Mudokon and try to get the Sligs' approval back. Hufty raised his voice before Bonty said anything to say, "What in Odd do you think you are doing?! I told you, it is a crime for joining the Slig side! And this is all over fear of getting hurt!! I am ashamed!!"
Bonty looked back to face Hufty and whispered silentily, "I don't want to end up like you."
"So that's it. You are afraid of ending your life. Well news flash, if Abe didn't sacrifice his life, you probably would be on the list of becoming Mudokon Pops! So go out and rebel against all Molt!! Molt can try to crush you, but the want to escape will burn even more!!"
"I know what I am doing."
"Your fear of Sligs is not something to be proud of."
"At least it won't get me hurt."
"Beatings will hurt you. Being shoved into a meat grinder will hurt. Getting a black eye will hurt too. Being shot will hurt. Not too much different from having to be shot for escaping, huh?"
Bonty had to think about that one. Should he go on fearing Sligs, or become a saviour to stop the beatings of others? And couldn't he do what a slave did when Sligs were around to be convincing? It would be like that he is a secret agent of his own group. That would be cool. So Bonty faced Zap again, and admitted to him, "My name is Bonty. And thanks for helping. I need to go somewhere that there isn't Sligs. Maybe others should do the same. And actually, I was thinking of escaping, and returning with an army of Mudokons. But I guess you can come along. I was trying to get people to help me along, but not too many. So, what should we do first?"
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As Slap watched Arthur run off, he remembered his task. Find a few Fuzzles, a few cages for them, and get Chill Pills with Espressos. He figured might find the drugs and drinks back at the Production Lines, since Sligs need them to cool their temper and to get make a pretty good chase on escaping Mudokons. The Fuzzles were obviousily at the Stockyards, but the cages might be at the Labs, with the other cages. He might find filling in that order for Praetyre might be hard, since he can't speak. But he might as well make the rest of the ones count. Slap started off again, trying to find the stairs that leads to the Production lines.
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