[arkaznor]

OOC: Righty Oh, I think it's about time they found Dion, don't you? As for the tattoo thing, it's fine your ignoring it, it's more for me than anyone else. His tattoos are a part of his character and emotions, and it would be weird it they just stopped 'working' in some places and not in others.

IC:
Ark pondered the Vykkers response, and more over was surprised that he had given him one and admitted that the girl was experimented on.

They had gotten to the last flight of stairs, by the time the Vykker was finished. And now walking up them Ark stated, "I suppose that makes sense. Mudokons, especially ones that are born and raised as or little more than slaves don't have a whole lot of, if any, access to our history or biology as we might like. Granted most muds don't care for that, and just want to get their work done," Ark than chuckled a bit, all in good humor, "As for the idea that I even had a chance at being attended to by one of those female Mudokons, that's next impossible. There is almost no way that anyone would waste that time and money, especially when it's unnecessary. No, at Labor Force Ranch, we took care of each other."

Reaching the top of the flight of stairs Ark continued, "She was right around this bend, last time I saw her, Dr. Stone. She shouldn't be far."

Ark, while not necessarily liking Dr. Stone (which he thought was a kind of weird name, but it wasn't his business) he was starting to lean on him. Sure, he had threatened to take his life a few minutes ago, but who hasn't? But he had answered all of his questions. Ark now saw him more as a quick tempered, bitter, crumby old professor, but a professor that had once liked teaching. And this new mind set had made Ark's tattoos dim down to more of a shimmer.

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It wasn't hard to locate her (since she wasn't exactly quiet), and as Ark and Krik approached it looked like she was having a heated argument with a Big Bro.

"Great. Does she ever stop arguing?"