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You aren't expected to just walk around but if other events are to happen they only work if they grow naturally; as I said, Dionysia and Skelter just came within an inch of flaying each other just cus of who they are. Then she coped with her agression by slapping the nearest person who she could hit without looking petty, and that led to this current entanglement (By the way, I'm waiting for SkillyaSlig or Ark, but Ark the mudokon could use the fight between Mola and Ophelia (awesome name!) as a distraction to dive for cover; say the kitchen, and from there to the warehouse, furthering the plot) which is giving half the factory a lot to do while the other half fights the fire. Where might this end with Ark is such trouble? What will it mean for the characters involved?
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Out of Coffee: Right, I guess that makes sense. Where I came from in the roleplaying universe (and where i've been for six years, wowza) roleplays are meant to be fast and furious. Every plot has a dramatic twist, replies come literally in seconds, and an entire 20-page-long roleplay can last less than an hour. I suppose thats why i'm used to characters mauling one another to tatters. ^^
Let me see what kind of reply I can dish out...
BIC:
Ophelia hauled Mola into a standing postion. He stood ridgid, tears of frustration streaming down his face, mouth still gagged, hands still bound.
"All right," Ophelia said calmly, looking around. She stiffened. The situation she had forgotten about hadn't improved; the slig (Cylepso) had even gone as far as to shoot at the mudokon (Ark)!
"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight..." She chanted, her voice trailing off after she realized nobody was joining in.
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Skelter wandered closer to the fight with a loud sigh. It wasn't her place to try and calm people down (she was the polar opposite of a pacifist) but seeing as she had an important job to do and hated wasting time, she did so anyway.
"Hey, people," she said, crossing her arms. "Chill. We don't need to be shredding each other over something as erratic as a glowing mudokon, no offence." She shrugged. "But if you plan on ganging up on that coal-colored brat over there, you have my total support."