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05-07-2008, 01:49 PM
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ooc: Sorry for the confusion Ark; Dionysia's last post was directed at Moosh's character. I had intended to have her reply to Ark at the end but by the time I got there I'd forgotten Sorry dude; I shall try and work your last post into this...

IC:
Alright, the intern was good. And the laughing was pretty infuriating; trying to make Dionysia look an idiot. But everyone had a chink in thier armour, everyone had a weakness, though evidently this intern wasn't phased by jibes against her species. [Bonus fourth-wall-kicking-down joke: There was another direction Dionysia could go in but it wasn't really suitable for the age-range of the RPG]. Give her the cold shoulder for now, Dionysia decided; how would the punk-goth-freak react if Dionysia valued the talky mud more than her.
"Odd, you're really crazy. Get your head examined girl!" She turned to the nosy mud (Ark) who had evidently been listening on on thier conversation and asked bluntly, "Who are you? Another lab reject?"

The mud seemed to put on a calm facade and answered her, (ARK'S POST) "Well, I held a job for ten years, before I got sick of the place. I took a two year leave, Magog Cartel than thought taking care of young muds useless. So, when I asked for a transfer, they sent me here. I think they hate Arnie, or something," Ark replied, completely ignoring the Intern now.

"As for you being any different, I wanted to ask you about that. The only other female mudokon I've meet was almost twice as tall as any one else, and had a much lighter build. But you aren't either of those, why?"

She gave a talking-to-idiot look, completely turning ehr back on the intern. "Why is it any of your business?" She asked him bluntly.

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Krik quickly stood up, allowing Arnie to rise, "Where are you going, if you don't mind me asking? Surely not near the Production Lines? If there is a fire your safety should come first."

ooc: They say birds of a feather flock together; evidently not the sort of birds we have hear.
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