OOC: I've no problem for Pere being a Shaman, but this means that we can't have any more Shamans, not for a long while at the very least. And yes you may call #034 by #34.
IC:
The Fortress
Muren raised his eyebrows at the young Mudokon as he scampered off. Was he afraid of heights?
Looking out onto the valley, he could see some more Mudokons slowly making their way to the Fortress gates. He sighed in gratitude and looked up at the giant geen light he had casted, which was now hovering above the Fortress like a great fizzing green moon.
The Barracks
#034 panted back to where he'd last heard his master's voice. But the Colonel was nowhere in sight, and neither was the "Grey-boy". #034's eyes widened in horror behind his mask and he fell to his knees, wailing, 'I've failed you, master! I'm sorry!'
OOC: #034 reminds me of N. Gin. Seriously.
IC:
Veleno spun round when he saw another Slig enter his quarters uninvited, with an enraged look on his face. He was about to go off at the Slig for just rocking up without any notice when the Slig bolted off again. Walking outside, he looked around.
'#034!' He shouted, and the wailing Slig lept up again. 'Stand here and guard the door. Odd damnit, if another Slig comes in without a damn good reason I'll bite their bloody head off...'
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...whut.
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