[Chronicler]

Skullik lightly groaned to himself. He was a slurping monster and he was speaking to such a high-spirited soul? What are the odds of that? The Outlaw, trying to absorb more confidence, growled out "M-my name's Skullik. Skullik t-t-t-the Ou-Outlaw. I'm an Outlaw." Skullik realized he was actually saying the wrong word in this conversation. Outlaw. He gasped and quickly added "But PLEASE don't let my species name scare ya. I've nev-nev-never done a nasty thing my whole life." Skullik lied. His first word he ever spoke was a swear, and the last thing he's done before taking up to prison life was jumping a drunkard. But the Outlaw wanted to stop this. Rupture Farms is giving him the chance of starting over his story, and possibly make the right friends. And the Outlaw can sense some goodness in making friends with this Mudokon. Lexi in the mean time, was dozing off. Bored of being stowed away in Skullik's backpack.

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Uggs pittered-pattered across a hallway (OOC: He's far away enough from Skullik's and Anni's sights, not like they're even facing his direction anyway). The Slig Kid anticipated his journey. His real home doesn't seem to be anywhere. Uggs stopped and lied down on his belly on the metallic surface, giving out a sigh. "Home ....." Uggs was desperatley calling for his home as if it were an obediant pet that was to come and comfort him. The Slig turned over onto his back and looked at the black OWI tattoo that formed on his chest. It was a noticably large tattoo. "Where did you come from?" Uggs asked the tattoo. The Slig Larva nodded his head as a response to nothing. "Oh. So my new home IS here?"