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OOC: First off much love to Liane(Zozo) who has been controlling my chars while I've been away. It is very much appreciated. If you were here right now I'd give you a super-uber-omega-epic hug. Maybe a little tickling and cuddling after words who knows. ;P
Anyways I'm returning to my posting duties. Though I won't be posting as Chris just yet as I'm totally confused as to what is going on in Dek's lab and I don't know who all is in there.
I think Liane did a marvelous job with #9 so I'm leaving that pretty much untouched. As for Doe acting oddly let's just say he had a lot on his mind.
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! Welllll, last time I checked, Agent 80085 has gone loopy, and is naked and cowering in a corner with no pants or shirt on (Boobies). Krett the mudokon was helping Chris I think, then Christina went in shock due to seeing and hearing a meech in a wheelchair (
Sturg) ask a question, then Krett got knocked out from some fight I missed. Jerr the slig I think, brought Beetlroot the paramite into the lab. Aaaand Beetlroot be bleeding a lot near Chris due to an open wound, and needs medical helps.
So that's Beetlroot the paramite, Sturg the meech, Agent the slig, krett the mudokon and anyone else I missed. Aaand srry Watermelody, Doe is a serious business character, those be hard to do.
Well I still can't do Tiro, Scarface, Tiny and Dimitrio until Skillyaslig and Patrick return, and Patrick is waiting for Munch's Master. Skillya seems to look busy. But I guess I can do Agents. Whee.
IC
(Dek's Lab)
The naked, unarmed, bullet scarred, previously operated on and pantless slig cowered in a corner. The place was getting too hectic...She could smell the predators (Paramite and meech), unknown creatures (a vykker and mudokon) and the heavily lingering smell of blood. That paramite (
Beetlroot) looked screwed. She couldn't help if she wanted to. She whimpered perhaps sympatheitcally in its direction, then backed her bulky legless self against the door.
The door was apparently open. Gaining an idea, she whisked around on the spot and dashed out of there.
(1st FLOOR CORRIDOR)
Finally out of there, she dashed in mad snatching crawls across the floor, like she was some crawling olympic. She was terrified, groggy from anaesthetic, and had no memory of who she was. Her past, friends, personality and memories were all a to her mystery now. She couldn't even remember anything prior to the op, that saved her life from a gun wound. There was nothing. She might as well of been born/hatched today.
Dashing to no where she knew of but escape, she skidded to a hault. Some weak memory came back to haunt her. She remembered her own screams and those of other sligs, a great big creature she looked up to and loved, family and a dark place. Other creatures like her had stolen her away. After that, she had been pretty peed off, angsty and bratty.
She twitched on the industrial floor, her hidden black eyes watering. She made a strange sound like a baby before it bawls, then bawled like expected. She dashed around in a circle, wailingout to the person she faintly remembered and pined for. Of course, they didn't hear and didn't reply. She shrieked out like a siren and went faster in her circle.