OOC:
I am not a mudokon, ABM.
IC
(Just outside the Mudokon Fortress)
Egamorf stood and awaited that mudokon's (
Altair) response.
"We were going to go outside the fortress..."
Pere started, but stopped for some reason or another.
"Oh yeah nothing." He said suddenly, scratching his bald head. "Nothing really." Egamorf eyed the other mudokon (
Altair). He looked skilled...Perhaps he could prove useful.
"I...Suppose you could come..." He said like he had no choice. "...What's your name, fellow mud?"
(Industrial barracks, medical hut)
Fromage cried hapilly as he gave the injured patient (
Palms) his biggest hug ever (Being a slig, he didn't really get to hug people and avoided it. People would give you funny looks and shoot you to ribbons). He was oblivious to the gray and red stained-skinned slig yolwing as he touched his spine, which had the poor guy cut open to get at.
He didn't even realise a slig (
Hobar) said "You do realize that he is probally in alot of pain?" He only took notice when he was tugged off by said slig (
Hobar). Wide-eyed, he squealed happilly and skipped off like a girl, after beaming obliviously at the injured slig (
Palms).
Outside, he saw a group of sligs. Some walking ones all redied up in weapons, a big bro (
DJ Red)...He giggled coyly at the chemically-enhanced butchy slig and skipped off and away to wander.
OOC: Eh oh, g2g.....Back 8D.