OOC: Here's my post for whoever missed it.
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(Tries) Yay half a post.
IC
(GROUND FLOOR) (CAFETERIA) Population: Cylepso, RG-49, Arnie, Vester, Lenny, Ralph, Roy, Otto, Silph, Slax, Nox, Scri, Phats, Silph, Slash, Krett, Dionysia
"Really?" Cylepso clapped her pink-nailed hands together, "My, aren't you a tall one?" She giggled and brushed some dust off her sleeve. "Even older then my wee baby."
Tiro smiled dumbly then stopped. She definitely wasn't fertile, let alone a queen...How could she possibly have a baby?
"Your baby...?" He stared up at Cylepso in honest curiosity, his tennis ball eyes begging for an explanation.
Tiny grew bored of the place and tiptoed over to two sligs ( Vester and Lenny), a big bro and a...Polkadot one. Even when he Abe-sneaked like a timid child, his footsteps of his pants still rattled the floor and made loud mechanical noises.
"Hi you guys..." He scratched his neck shyly. Looking sheepish, he stomped outside, dodging the scowling Scarface on his way out.
(OUTSIDE THE CAFETERIA) Population: Bolas, Wic, Roy, Nox, Krett
Dimitro lay limply on the floor, his bones jutting out from his skin. Where was Agent? Or Tiny? Or Cylepso? Or...Scarface, dare he say? He flinched at a sliggish voice shouting down the hall, taking in its words.
"Fiah! Fiah! Fiah! Dere's a fiah back 'ere!"
Fire...A fire? Most times he thought of himself of no use, but now he was already up and running to the production lines instinctively. The massive bigbro and his worst enemy also went dashing to the production lines like they cared much.
(FIRST FLOOR) (DEK'S LAB) Population: Only Agent
After going mad, pacing about on her hands at speed and gnawing at whatever she could, the butchy slig tackled the door, yanking at the hinges and wherever else she could grip onto it. She began taking out all her rage on the metal cage door, when finally a little sound of metal pinging and a clattering crash stunned her.
After hauling the thing off its hinges...It was open. A mad smile crossed her face before she let loose a cackle, picked up her pink floppy doll by its neck in her teeth and began whizzing about in circles, laughing madly, leaping, rolling and chasing her own tail like a dog on catnip.
She barely noticed a weird creature ( Silph) at the last minute and dived into a table for protection. Just as it was leaving that door, she sprang out in a mad dash and dived out of that door, into the corridor.
(FIRST FLOOR) (FIRST FLOOR CORRIDOR) Population: Only Agent?
Slapping onto the floor with that vykker doll lying limp in her mouth, her wide eyes went wider before she grinned wickedly. Oblivious to everyone else, she resumed chasing her own tail and yapping away like a papillion. |
(FIRST FLOOR)
(FIRST FLOOR CORRIDOR)
Population: Only Agent?
Trying to maul your own tail grew dull after a while. Suddenly jerking up, she clung to her pink floppy vykker doll in her masked tentacled mouth and dashed off, bounding with agility and speed down a corridor. No one would mind if she went through that bathroom, into the passage, down the stairs...Wait, what was she doing again? No matter. She leant down like a crazed hunting cat and sprang into the door twice, bonking her head and getting it open the second time. Off she went with an almighty springing step in her hands.
(GROUND FLOOR)
(OUTSIDE THE PRODUCTION LINES)
Population: Bolas, Krett
Dimitrio skidded to a halt, panting with a visibly expanding ribcage.
"Fire?!" He wheezed to a slig (
Bolas). Scarface stared blankly at a singed mudokon (
Krett). He just...Lay there limply. He could be dead. For all Scarface cared, anyways. He merely sniffed and loaded his gun with an audible click. Tiny merely wailed and lifted the body, cradling it in tears and stampeding back down the hallway, to the cafeteria.
He should of heard a tumble down the stairs, heavy breathing and something hurtling towards him on her hands, but he didn't. The smoking room (The production lines) was a tad too distracting. Before he could realise it, less than 4 foot of muscle and female had him knocked and pinned to the cold hard floor. Man, those bruises would ache like heck tommorow. His spine, ribs, shoulders and collarbone screamed out his fragility. Why couldn't people see he wanted to be alone and leave him be?
Dimitrio strained his neck and yelped when he saw Agent's face, demented black eyes behind her visors and a toy dangling from her mouth. She was still naked (Thank Odd she had no nipples or they would both cry). As if knowing he was about to speak, she put a finger to her lips and whispered creepily, a happy demented tone of voice.
"We can't let the Zrilufet get you..." She shot a chill down his spine. Looks like she re-remembered things they would rather both forget. Before he could use his robotic left arm to help pry her off (something he got for being amputated alive by teeth), she bit the back of his neck with her doll still in her mouth, and proceeded to drag him down the corridor in his pants as he screamed.
Scarface merely gawped and blinked at the sight as she dashed past Tiny and towards the cafeteria. He slowly turned back around to face
Bolas.
"So where's the fire?" He said, as if the thick smoke billowing out of the room wasn't there.