OOC: ...Eh. Haven't been posting since I figured there was nothing to do but...Eh. I shall eat Palms.
IC
(Just outside the mudokon fortress)
Looked like he (
Altair) was coming. Egamorf signalled to him to come and began running. He didn't want to get caught running off, after all. The flake (himself) risked getting into trouble by his superiors. He was a sinner. He put himself and his own wants first. He could still see that industrial palce in the distance...Presumably that old geezer
Pere was still following, right?
(Industrial Barracks)
Bored and carefree, Fromage skipped away, sighing at the dull landspace. Just scruffy barracks, confined within some wood walls...An object caught his eye. He whined and ran curiously over to it.
It was a harmonica. Probably used and left by some other poor slig. A little rusted too. Plus it was on the ground and had probably been in someone's mouth (Ick!). Yet he put his girly standards standards aside due to boredom and picked it up with his organic arm (How he hated having his plastic one sewn on by that controlling doctor. How would he wash his armpit now?). He blew into the wheezing metal and trotted off, making up a tune as he went on.