OOC: Welll.....I believe some people got crashed after Venks left, Slaveless is busy aaaand I dunno, I haven't really been doing anything myself, I've been waiting for you to go investigate the cage with Pretzels in it. Just wanna say congrats Zerox, you seem like one of those few people that can keep at an RP, whilst newcomers tend to just come then go whoosh and bye in silence. And I think Munch's Master is off somewhere. I think I might go bug Venks for the 123456789th time, to see if he's happy with the godmoddling or whatever.
IC
(Med bay?)
Sagittarius the blonde scruffy steef tried to calm the pink shirted vykker, to no avail. He wouldn't stop screaming and panicking and scurrying around like a bug under a jar. Sighing, he roared out to the skies again at the top of his voice, seeing if that would shock any sense to him. The vykker froze for a moment, then screeched again and was worse. The steef sighed in irritance and hopelessness, then rattled that metal cage with his strong steef arms.
"Look man, if you don't chill..!" He stopped, leaning and gripping against the bars/mesh with his arms. Perhaps something could appeal to this nut. He recalled him earlier. He had a suitcase; he must of liked that possesion of his. And there was that...Dead psychedellicly-coloured and clothed body. He shuddered at the thought of whatever went on in that nutter's head, then smiled fakely. The vykker was too distressed and brainwahsed by fake smiles from bullies in his lifetime, to know he was up to something.
"What about ya lil'..." He winced. "Puppet back there? Or, ummm...Female friend?" Using those positive words disgusted him. He hoped he didn't see that body the way he thought he did. The vykker's rolling yellow eyes briefly turned to him, then away again. There was no use for Pretzels Salty Cheesy Tequila to even try and look back, his opsoclonus would prevent him from doing so. The 30-something vykker gathered up all the sanity he could for the one he loved. Being stuck in a cage wasn't his priority now.
"R-...Rainbow?" He began in his high pitched voice. "Y-YOU SAW RAINBOW?!" He shrieked off the top of his head. "OH ODD OH ODD OH ODD!" The steef snatched his ears and screwed up his face. "WHAT DID THAT MONSTER DO TO HER?!" As he wailed, his cage rattled and he almost fell, if it weren't for the balance advantage of having three amputated legs. He stopped and snivelled on the spot.
The steef inhaled, then sighed deply. His blue eyes met the vykker's yellow ones. The vykker was desperate for answers; the steef just wanted to get him out of there, and fast. Sagittarius' mouth quivered open as he thought of what to say.
"If you mean that -" He avoided the word dead. The guy would most likely take a fit at the phrase. He didn't seem to treat her as if she was dead, with the worrying about her and all.
"...Rainbow...Girl..." He chose his words carefully. "Then I think she's...Lying on th' grass outside. Sleepin'. Maybe sunbathin'. Maybe she's just in a lil' shock after that glotigi attacked." He tried to calm the madman/shemale.
"That monster has a species?!" Pretzels wailed, up against the bars. The steef nodded lightly. He was a foreigeiner to non Western Mudos, obviously they didn't have gloktigi.
"Mmhmm." He answered calmy. "Pretty nasty things, with their sticky gunk n' all." Pretzels' mind was amok over Rainbow Fruitcake, his beloved taxidermied mudokon female.
"Is she alright?! How will I see her again?! Did the glockygi eat her?! Is she hurt?!" Sagittarius could of held his ears at that high pitched whiny vykker voice. He cleared his throat.
"She looked fine, he didn't eat her and 'e just brought you here and left. He spoke, so I guess he must be a rare smart one or somethin'." The steef reassured. The vykker sighed longly, then returned to panic.
"What if he's saving me to eat for later?!" The steef facepalmed hard, and so the cycle began again. He blabbered some quick comforts then dashed off to get the body. At least it would keep Pretzels quiet. On the other hand, he didn't trust that man/pangender alone with her. Dark innocence-shattering thoughts pierced his mind as he galloped back to where
Slax and
Mik would be.
OOC: I add a character bio later, yay. And yay Haloween right now in Scotland. As I type.
Name:
Minsu. Any cartoon-ish outlaw surnames or middle names remain a mystery to her.
Species:
Outlaw. Not a usual fat brown kind.
Age:
Around 8 to ten in outlaw years.
Appearence:
Minsu is short, thin and scrawny, made shorter looking by the fact she travels in an army crawl position. Her skin is
black, with one
white marking over each eye. Her clothes are
brown, filthy and ragged, to the extent they've fallen apart a little. Her misshapen mouth comes with a protruding fang, and teeth that look like she's been socked in the face a couple of times. [/center]
Personality:
Minsu will usually scurry out of others upon noticing them. She isn't very social either, and very naive. She didn't really go to school, get out much, and so has little knowledge and social skills. She has bad emotional scars.
Elisha shall bicycle kick you. 
And yaaay Chris. I do something nows.
