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ooc: All my posts seem really short as well recently. I've been struggling to get them longer... Maybe I should go and read some old sections to recapture the spirit of RPGing :P
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OOC: You don't lack the spirit Splat, merely you have nothing to confront. With no conflict there can be no story. So here I am to provide conflict.
@ Dripik: No worries man. Look at you. You're obviously way busier then I am, but still find time to post sometimes. I havn't posted in 25 days. ^^;
I bought Opera on the Wii which allows me to use the internet on it. I should be posting more often now. :P
Massive apologies to my Vampress(Zozo), Author(slaveless), and Spalt for leaving your characters like that. ^^;
IC:
Doe looked at the plate of Scrab legs that had been offered to him... by no means was he about to consume the noble creatures he had come here to save. Luckily Dionysia had lost patience to see if would eat it or not and wandered off. Seeing his chance Doe decided to do the same. He was about to leave the cafeteria when he stumbled upon two young Mudokon children(Wic and Tiro). They were both most liekly born into slavery... it sickened Doe to even think of that. Unable to go by without saying something Doe waved at the two of them. "Hey youngins! What ya'll up to? Having a good morning?"
#9 watched as Agent quickly changed from being oblivious, to sad, and finally to angry. She clearly wasn't emotional stable, but then again who was these days? #9 offered Agent's gun back to her. "Uh... excuse me Agent, but I believe this belongs to you..."
#9 couldn't help but to be scared of her, there was something different about her but he couldn't remember what.
Chris noticed the Intern Slap addressing him. "Why good morning to you Intern. Is your mind always devoted to work at hand? Then again I don't really want my patient to hurt herself or anyone else. It would be best to find her and get her restrained if she hasn't calmed down. You will assist me correct?"
Chris was very suspicious of this Intern, there were very few who showed any interest in anything then themselves. Perhaps... just perhaps... he might be fun to... talk to.