Breathing steadily but rather audibly, Arnie raised his head and looked around slowly. He catched a glimpse of Slash flying out from the Cafeteria, which reminded him of the news he brought - the fire at Production Lines. He winced a bit as the vein in his temple throbbed. The pain urged him to act as fast as possible.
#7 Slig, who was standing next to the table, looked at the Glukkon worriedly. He was relieved that Arnie regained consciousness, although something changed about his looks, especially the expression on his face. His brows descended on his eyes, lending him a rather aggressive look, like a leer. His mouth was slightly open, but not in the 'dumbfound' meaning; only at the right corner of his mouth, making a few of his teeth visible. He was not hunched anymore, yet his head was in a lower position. The result was rather drastic: Arnie actually reminded #7 Slig of some of the more sadistic executives he saw on MOM broadcasts ages ago.
"Boss, are you alright? Is everything OK?" he asked Arnie. The Glukkon turned his head slowly to face #7 Slig, still bearing the same expression on his face, which was unnerving to the Slig.
"Everything OK?" said Arnie suddenly, in a sharp voice. #7 Slig startled.
"No, nothing's ruddy OK!" Arnie said heatedly, venting his frustration on the Slig. His temple urged him to carry on. "You go to the Production Lines right now, unless you want to become a Rupture Farms Special for Skillya!" The Cafeteria echoed from his voice.
#7 Slig was frozen in terror. What on earth has happened with Arnie? He couldn't get his eyes off from Arnie, no matter how hard he wanted to. The gun in his hands was trembling, and it became quite hot under his mask. He never saw Arnie acting like this; the change was too sudden and also inexplicable.
Seeing that the Slig didn't move one bit, Arnie emphasised his intention again. "Get moving!" The direct order brought back #7 Slig's control of his legs. He turned around and sped out from the Cafeteria, skidding a bit as he took the turn around the front benches. After he dissappeared, Arnie realised that Krik was still sitting next to him. Some part of his brain - which was rather oppressed by the pulsing vein - reminded him that the Vykker was not equal with a Slig, therefore he should show some respect towards him. Nonetheless, as he was about to speak, another twitch of pain shot through his head. "Move over." he said to Krik, preparing to get up from the table.
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OOC: There. That'll teach people not to cause major carnage and destruction among the factory walls. Also, Arnie became more interesting than before. And more normal, too.
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