Work at Rupture Farms (v.8)

[OddYouko]

IC: Roy finally put the half eaten Scrab leg away in a near by trash can. "Well maybe I'll try something else later." He mumbled. Scratching his shoulder he then looked around the room. "I wonder if I could work in here." He thought to himself. He took a wash cloth out of the pouch he had behind his loin cloth and looked at it. "I am a good cleaner." Feeling the soft cloth in his right hand.

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IC: Phats had finally picked up something and ran off towards the smell. "Hey!" Corky yelled surprised. Phats was now snarling and drooling at the sametime. "Will you just STOP!" Corky yelled at his pet again. Suddenly Phats stopped in his tracks and growled deeply. "Gosh you never listen." Corky was now out of breath. Walking beside him he noticed a Mudokon(Rick) also making his way to the Cafeteria. "Hey you there!" he gripped his machine gun and yelled to the Mud trying to get his attention.

[dripik]

OOC: Sticker, read the rules and edit that last post, or Splat will explode from anger when he gets online. Main problems were: random characters, your character appearing in RF just like that, ignoring what's really going on (e.g. Cafeteria is far from empty at the moment), compressing a whole day into one post.

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Rick almost made it to the Cafeteria when a Slig (Corky) yelled at him. He jumped slightly, turning to the Slig. "What? What're you shouting for?" he claimed, annoyed by the sudden approach of the Slig. Rick never saw him in the factory before, which could explain why was the newcomer acting so aggressively, unlike most of the Sligs in Rupture Farms. Since the Slig had his gun at the ready, Rick decided to wait for him to reply, without angering him unnecessarily.

[OddYouko]

OOC: Sorry if I'm replying too fast. Oh and Corky is the Slig and Phats is the Slog. =)
IC: "Well yelling seemed like the best way to get your attention." Corky replyed with a grin. He now put his gun in his left hand and walked over beside Rick. Phats barked and started to follow. "NO! You stay there!" Corky shouted immedatly before his pet could take another step. Now Phats just stood there waiting for any command to attack. "Sorry my Slog is just a little hungry...so where were you heading?" Corky asked rubbing his fingers on his shiny machine gun.

[Zozo the Zrilufet]

OOC: Its 04:52, my eyes sting, my hands are going numb and I need my beds X_x. It doesn't really say in the first post that random characters aren't allowed, what about animals in the basement and stockyards? I mean there's lots of animals but pretty much no animal characters, sooo...(Shrugs) I'll edit later.

(GROUND FLOOR)

(OUTSIDE THE CAFETERIA)

Population: Rick? Wic, Corky, Phats
Dimitrio stared at the little mudokon (Wic) coming to give him a hug. They seemed so nice...Unlike sligs. Sligs would beat and abuse those subservient to them. He wondered for a moment what it would be like if the roles were switched around. Would a mudokon beat a slig? Would a slig resist laziness in fear of being beaten? Would mudokons fire the guns, get the wages and go crazy with power like sligs did? What would they look like on growth hormones and steroids...? The child's smile was full or reassuring kindness.
"It's okay, Mister Swiggy..." His voice was a happy one. Perhaps he had a happy life by industrial mudokon standards. He wrapped his little arms around Dimitrio's neck. "Why you cwying, anyways?" He sniffled and returned the favor, leaving his mechanical arm out of it. It wasn't soft or confortable. He considered opening up to this child. If he told Tiro of his problems he'd probably find it odd and not understand these touchy subjects. He didn't know Cylepso that well yet. Vester and Lenny seemed happy all the time. Could they contemplate misery? Agent didn't seem to care at all. It felt like a stab in the back. He thought she did then she forgot him pretty simply.
“I...I dunno, s-sh-she j-just forgot a-abou -about me...” He whimpered pitifully. “I thought she liked me and now sh-she doesn't -” He flinched and turned when a slig (Corky) yelled.

There was a slog (Phats) right there. Memories of the smell of blood, pain, humiliation and fear flooded back to his mind. Slogs were one of his worst fears. Hyperventilating, he clinged to the little mudokon (Wic) like a lifeboat.

[Marvak]

IC: Wic patted his back in empathy for the cyborg Slig (Dimitrio). He was't sure what to say to make him feel better, but as he was thinking the Slig suddenly started to cling onto him for dear life. Wide-eyed, he looked behind him bewilderedly (with difficulty). He saw a huge two-legged, purple leathery-skinned behemoth (Phats); his gang didn't keep these creatures, and neither had his first master. He had never seen one of these before. He stared, frozen in shock at the toothy-mouthed thing. Eventually he found sense to whisper cautiously into the Slig's ear; "...What is dat fing?..."

[Zerox]

IC: Kotez finished off the bone and threw it into a bin, and began drinking his water. He wondered when they'd actually go to work and stop hanging about in here. Certainly alot more lax than the training facility. He then saw a Slog walk by. They'd had some experience with them before, but never their own ones. Maybe he ought to get one. He walked up to it and knelt down next the Slog (Phats), an impressively sized animals, and scratched it behind the crest "Hey, boy, where you come from?" Kotez had always liked Slogs.
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Having attached the rope to the bottom of the pulley, Slash needed to attach new wheels at the top before taking the rope up there. He left it on the plaftorm before taking two wheels and some bolts, flew up to the top and begun screwing the first one in.
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Silph stared at the two Paramites. They stared back, and came to a standstill. They then both lunged. He knocked one to the side while the other attached itself to his arm, being rather more solid than usual Paramite prey. He shook it until it was disorientated, before hitting it against the wall, knocking it unconscious. The other one did not now risk attack alone. And fled. Hmm...no bullets were in this Paramite, he could easily kill it now it was unconscious, and there only seemed to be Scrab legs in the cafeteria at the moment. He snapped it's neck, and after reloading his weapons fully this time, he hefted it onto his back by it's forearms, and headed back to the factory before anything else tried to steal his kill.

[Zozo the Zrilufet]

OOC: Its 23:56 and to answer Krik's curiosity: Agent is just a big ol' Mary sue. Now I sleep, my eyes are frazzled.

IC

(GROUND FLOOR)

(OUTSIDE THE CAFETERIA)

Population: Rick? Wic, Corky, Kotez, Phats
The slog (Phats) not noticing Dimitrio didn't help his phobia. It just had to be there within his sight to bring about fear's illogicalness. The slog could tear into his flesh arm he thought, it could just come up and kill him in one bloody shot.
"...What is dat fing?..." The child (Wic) whispered so he could hear. He wasn't aware of anyone else around him, apart from the carnivorous biped. He clung tighter to the mudokon, shivering and breathing irregularly as his mechanical arm and bones poked at Wic's skin.

(GROUND FLOOR)

(CAFETERIA)

Population: Cylepso, RG-49, Arnie, Krett, Vester, Lenny, Ralph, Roy, Otto
Scarface cowered and curled up, sheilding his eyes. Not seeing Cylepso obviously mad as Skillya wouldn't make her somehow vanish into the darkness, but it was a comfort. He couldn't see her masked face, but it would be obvious she was mad anyway – she was one of those apparent 'mudlover' sligs. When he dared to look out of his fingers, her eerily calm voice snarled:
"Why did you hurt Trio?" It was obvious she was barely holding herself back – there was glukkons (Otto and Arnie) in the room. But how long could she restrain herself from throttling him senseless? He didn't bother correcting her mispronunciation of Tiro's name. The blood was going to his head, his arms ached as gravity pulled them down and he didn't know how to worm his way out of this predicament.
“I – I – he – he stole my gun!” He protested. “The brat threatened to shoot me for kicks!”

He wasn't going to get away with this. Even Tiny and Tiro knew that. But the huge-er big bro kept him hanging by a leg. He deserved to be punished. If she started stripping the meat off his bones then he would intervene. For now, maybe he would let him take a whack or two. He was sickened at that slig and so was the young mudokon.

(FIRST FLOOR)

(DEK'S LAB)

Population: Krik, Dionysia
Agent clinged and wailed and yowled like something crossed between a toddler crying and a cat being forced to take a shower. It was an awful sound. Blabbering barely translatable begs, she stared up at Krik pleadingly and whimpered. She hated vykkers and submission, but if she lost Mr. Sprinkles...Well, that would be that. He was irreplaceable to her. The old vykker froze, a somewhat bemused look on his face.
"Now you see the sort of freaks I have to put up with in this dump," the female mudokon (Dionysia) butted in. Assuming the vykker wouldn't torch Mr. Sprinkles the moment she turned away, she glared hard at that girl and snarled deeply, scraping her nails on the floor. She looked in her direction.
"What's some old ragged toy to you?" Unable to remember profanity words, Agent just spat and hissed. It was none of her business, plus she didn't like to get seen looking like a wimp. The mudokon grinned evilly at the old vykker.
"I think we should burn the thing, to teach her some proper respect for a vykker scientist." She swallowed, whimpered and took up bawling again. She hated that female already.
"Perhaps...” The vykker said smugly. She screamed and clinged tighter to his two front legs, unintentionally digging her thick black nails in.
“But then you don't see many female sligs running about.” He seemed interested. “You must be only the second I've seen in my life, "And I'm intrigued to know how you came about. Perhaps if you sate my curiosity I might not hand this thing over to Dionysia." Agent tensed up and froze when he gave Mr. Sprinkles a little shake threateningly. The doll's beady blue eyes just shined back in the light, his multiple limbs flopping and waving as he was shaken.

Desperately, she tried to think of something half-decent to keep the vykker happy. Nothing seemed to come when she was this stressed with a loopsided memory.
“I DON'T KNOW!” She screeched. “THEY ALWAYS SAID I WAS A BOY; I'M NOT A BOY; SHE SAID I WASN'T; I'M JUST NOT A BOY!” She sobbed pathetically on the hard metal floor beside the operating table. To tell the truth, she was clueless – she had just been the only female slig in the Slig Barracks with no idea as to why. She'd rather not think of her childhood. She quietened slowly and whimpered on the floor in a limp shaking mess.
“Don't take him away, don't take him away...” She repeated like a mantra.

[OddYouko]

OCC: Corky is waiting for Rick's reply.
IC: Phats just stared at the frightened Slig then scratched himself and bagan walking away. But he turned around for one more glance at him and smirked. Could Slogs really smirk? It was like Phats wanted to run into Dimitrio again just to see him shake. It was like his way of saying "I'll be back". Now walking through the halls he noticed Kotez walking up to him. He growled a bit then waged his short tail repeatedly. Drool began flowing from his mouth.

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IC: Walking outside of the cafeteria Roy noticed Wic and a frightented Dimitrio. "My gosh is he ok?!" Roy quickly walked over to the twosome not noticing Phats walk away. He had never seen a Mudokon and Slig together. What on odd was doing this? Something bringing Mudokons and Sligs together? It was so confuseing to Roy in yet it seemed to comfort him aswell.

[dripik]

OOC: I know, I just got into the posting mood.

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From the look of things, the Slig (Corky) didn't want to use the gun this time. Nonetheless, Rick watched the Slig cautiously as he shouted a little with his Slog (Phats), whom Rick just noticed. The Slig turned back to him, asking him about his purpose.

"I was heading to the Cafeteria." he pointed at the door a few steps ahead with both hands in a comical way. "Calling some workers to the production lines." He still eyed the Slog carefully, who, in the meantime, made its way inside the Cafeteria. He turned back to the Slig. "I'm Rick, by the way. What's your name?"

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"A map?" Arnie repeated Krett's words. "I guess there are a few directories around, but I think asking others for directions should do the trick. If you're looking for the production lines, I can tell you where it is. Just head out to the corridors and go around until you see a large opening with conveyor belts behind. Maybe you'll find someone on the way who's going there too."

[Carnix]

IC:

(Cafeteria)

"Ok... Thanks" said Krett as he turned to leave the Cafeteria, happy that he had got'n a job. Krett had a well trained memory but the chances of him finding his way were still short. I guess I'll just find that bigbro guy (Tiny) and ask him, he seemed kinda nice. So Krett began looking around the room in search of the bigbro and found one (Scarface) in what Krett would have thought to be an unusual position for a bigbro slig. Krett walked over to it as he wondered what such a large terrifying creature would be doing cowering on the floor and noticed another slig (Cylepso), this one not so big, cowering over him. Krett watched for a while as the smaller slig tormented the bigbro before saying, not taking his eye of the cowering giant, "You gotta teach me how you do that"

[Slig 7665]

Slax sat down in the canteena confused about what has happened around him.

[MA]

OOC: sorry about short absence.

IC: CORIDOOR OUTSIDE CAFE;

Nox, now feeling a little depressed, made his way back into the cafe, realising he needed a job before he could begin work (if Slig Barracks was anything for him to go by, it'd be more dangerous for him if he wandered about the vast factory unemployed, and classed as an intruder).

Nox, you 'aint no job-dodger. go an' report yourself in, now.

with that, he waded into the 'madness' that was the cafeteria. feeling slightly pressured by all these people in one room, all talking and generally making a racket as a whole. he sat down at the calmest table he could find, as soon as possible, whilst slamming his old rifle down onto it.

another slig was sat at this same table (Slax), Nox noticed, and so he took the liberty to ask the question;

"ay mate, do you know where the boss of this nut-house is?"

[OddYouko]

IC: Corky was too busy rubbing his beautiful machine gun clean that he didn't notice Phats walking away. "Production lines?" He said confused. "Well if you want some work done here any kind of work I'm your Slig!" He said taking his left hand off his gun and making a thumbs up. "Very nice to meet ya Rick I'm Corky." The little Slig said putting his hand back on his gun. "So maybe we could talk more about what I could do here while walking back to the cafeteria." He said with a grin.

[skillyaslig]

OOC: Yes, I knows I spell Tiro wrong, I just always sees it as Trio XD so that is what I call thee! Bwhahas
IC:
Cylepso growled softly, her expression murderous. She was just about to strangle him, when he blurted;
“I – I – he – he stole my gun!” He protested. “The brat threatened to shoot me for kicks!”
“Oh really? I wasn’t born yesterday, moron, I doubt the little guy could even lift that damn gun properly! Well, since you like beating up defenseless mudlings, and Odd knows what else! Cylepso shook her head, fuming, “we’ll see how you like being walloped!” With that, the enraged female stalked forward, and gave Scarface a hard smack across the face.
OOC: Noes, inter-work violence!

[Carnix]

IC:

(Cafeteria)

The slig (cylepso) didn't seem to notice Krett and instead of replying the torment continued as the smaller slig stepped closer to the bigbro (scarface) and gave him a slap. Krett watched in awe as it came to his attention that this slig had complete control over the bigbro out of sheer fear and, as he listened more intensely, he realised that the reason the smaller slig was doing this was som,ething to do with the bigbro tormenting a mud. Brilliant! thought Krett There is absolutely no need to fear bigbros anymore 'cause I'll just threaten them with this slig's name! Hey, Krett you don't know it's name... No I don't, thanks for pointing that out....

OOC:
Yer, Krett's now got into the habit of talking to himself...

[Gretin]

OOC: Scarface isn't a big bro as far as I know :P I'll post IC some other time, I'm kinda busy at the moment...

[Carnix]

OOC: -------------------------------------------------------

Scarface isn't a big bro as far as I know

Hmmm, you seem to be correct... Oh well, Krett often misunderstands and misinterprets (You'll find he's actually quite stupid for an incredibly clever guy....) so that small accident wont be hard to let slide... I hope.
My apologies to Skillya for that but I would normally picture Cylepso beating up someone 17 times her size...

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(Cafeteria)

Krett soon lost interest in the incident and decided on finding his new post, the production lines. He turned to face the exit, left the room, took a few steps, and stopped dead.

(OUTSIDE THE CAFETERIA)

Krett held his breath and stood paralyzed, eyes wide and fixed on the slog (Phats). Back before the terrorism slogs were happy to jump upon a working mud and rip his chest open with its teeth. Obviously this would unnerve Krett and the earlier paramite incident hadn't helped. Oblivious to anyone around him Krett let out a quiet frightful squeal.

[Zerox]

IC: Kotez stood up from the Slog, and turned to hear a Mud (Krett) squeal. He walked up to him "What's your problem all of a sudden?"
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Slash had now attached The rope to both ends of the pulley. He quickly oiled various parts and made sure all the screws were fastened correctly. He gave it a tug. It seemed to work physically now. However, the lever was still disconnected from the mains. Under the platform, in the shaft, the wire from the lever clung to the wall, and seemed to be damaged at one point along it's length. He flew down and inspected it. It seemed inadvisable to try to work on it without turning the mains off first, lest he should receive an electric shock from the open wires. He flew out, moved the trolley infront of the lift (he'd need to make a sign warning for weight limit later) to try to discourage people, and headed for the cafeteria to ask Arnie.
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Silph hauled the Paramite to the cafeteria. He strutted with it to the counter, and finding a door behind it, went through. He rummaged in some drawers and pulled out a meat hook, attaching it the ceiling, then hanging the Paramite head-down from the hook. It would need to be prepared for later, but Silph was no cook. Someone had to be round here, he figured they'd find it later. For now, he left the preparation room and stood behind the counter, looking around a moment.

[Carnix]

IC:

(OUTSIDE CAFETERIA)

Krett jumped when he was pulled from his fear struck immobility by a voice presumably directed at him. Krett had noticed he was being addressed and was aware of what had been said to him but a puzzled expression crossed his face non the less as he began going over the possible species this.... thing (Kotez), could be. "Umm, is.. is it yours?" Krett managed to ask, half terrified about the slog, half confused about the strange looking creature, and 0% concentrating on what may be coming out of his mouth.

[Splat]

ooc: Gretin, is it possible to continue without Kix? I'm really getting sick of waiting for Slaveless.

[skillyaslig]

My apologies to Skillya for that but I would normally picture Cylepso beating up someone 17 times her size...

OOC: Bwhaha, that is so true!! She can get pretty mad somedays and beat up anyone. She is macho! Though not is tough as someone else I can name. Hmm, now all I need to do is hunt down a Zrilufet...Here kitty kitty!

[Zozo the Zrilufet]

Master Splat, I regret to inform you: -

Since this seems most suitable thread to post this, I will.

After some thought, I have came to a conclusion. I will be giving up several Mudokons for people to take. I believe that I have no longer any plans that will happen to them and probably would be better if someone else took them. This will also result in me posting far more often with less to think about. The following are being up for anyone to take:

Kix

Noah

Matthew

Sam

Jacob

Mike



Please consult me if you wish to take them through pm.

I could always ask for Kix if you wat me too. Yes Skillya, I'll go post my superbutches when I get home from school, you make Scarface the older not bigbro slig sad.

[Splat]

ooc: I'll take her for now then, just until this tangle with Hembar is over. Expect IC soon.

With any luck Nexy will rejoin us soon and all will be well...

[Zozo the Zrilufet]

OOC: Scarface ain't a bigbro but Tiny is. I'll post these three since there isn't much for Dimitrio to do aside from panicking and I'm lazy. How soon is soon Splat?

IC

(GROUND FLOOR)

(CAFETERIA)

Population: Cylepso, RG-49, Arnie, Vester, Lenny, Ralph, Roy, Otto, Silph, Slax, Nox,
She didn't believe him one bit. She was snarling like that slog he set on...The guilt only ate him up over that now. Why didn't he care back then? Why only now?
“Oh really? I wasn’t born yesterday, moron, I doubt the little guy could even lift that damn gun properly!” Cylepso spat. “Well, since you like beating up defenseless mudlings, and Odd knows what else!” Cylepso shook her head in rage, “We’ll see how you like being walloped!” That said, the mad girl slig stalked forward and smacked him across the face. He screamed due to having expected it, and the pain.

It wasn't so bad, it seemed. Scarface was expecting her to use him as a living punchbag. Tiro would of felt guilty if it wasn't for the fact he hated the old slig, the guy had beaten him and the fact that Cylepso had gone off her head. He wondered if she could even turn on him in this mood.
“I did kinda point it at him...” He admitted subconsciously. Tiny dropped Scarface, who scurried away from Cylepso desperately on his hands.

[WaterMelody]

OOC: greetings and sanutations, I am pleased to announce my not-so-triumphant return to the way of the W@RF.

IC: Scri jerked awake, and quickly teansed up, should anyone decide to attack her. "what on odd happened" she thought out loud, gazing around the room. She soon realized that she was back in the dorms of RF, not off off on some adventure with doe. 'wonder what happened to him?' she wondered, exiting the dorms and making her way slowly to the cafeteria.

[skillyaslig]

OOC: WaterMelody! Back to molest us all!
IC:
Cylepso snarled; she would of like nothing better than to grab Scarface again and smack him a few more times. She stalked forward, but before she could grab the fleeing bully, Trio piped up, “I did kinda point it at him...”
The female paused and turned and faced Trio fully. She bent down and spoke in a far more gentler voice, "Ahh, well here is a lesson, little dude. No touching guns, alright? You might be shot accidentally by some moronic meathead who stupidly things you would shoot them," She smiled and then reached out and ruffled the mudlings feather affectionately, “Okay?”
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Vester snorted then glanced around when he heard Scarfaces scream of pain, “Uhh, people violent again, that’s not good…boss will be not happy…”
“Indeed!” Lenny chirped, “Bad blood, bad bad!”

[Marvak]

OOC: Whee, back from a slightly longer-than-expected break...

IC: Wic flinched slightly as the harsh metal jabbed his ribs and shoulders. The huge purpleish thing (Phats) smirked, and walked away. Wic slowly wriggled out of the cyborg's (Dimitrio's) grasp and got to his feet, turning in the Thing's direction and proptly sticking out his toungue. He then turned to see a Mudokon rushing towards them.
"My gosh is he ok?!" He said. Wic nodded.
"I fink he's just scared of da purple fing." He replied, before turning back to the cyborg. "I'm Wic, what your name?" He asked with a smile.

[T-nex]

OOC: I would rejoin... If only I knew how... And if I was sure that I could stay active. But I'm quite busy with school stuff lately, and it's eating up my energy/motivation to do anything else.

[OddYouko]

IC: "Ok that's good" Roy said bending down to Dimitrio. "Wait! What purple thing!?" He asked not knowing if it where still in the area or not. "Oh my names Roy." He said now standing up. He then looked around for any sight of the purple thing but Phats was long gone now. He had moved on to see if he could find anything to eat. Roy looked down at Dimitrio again. 'I hope he's gonna be ok' he thought worried for the little cyborg.

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Phats looked at both Kotez and Krett not knowing who to follow. He scratched himself and drooled somemore. He then growled and bagan barking continuously getting louder and louder with each bark.

[WaterMelody]

Scri swiftly entered the cafetira, glad to just do something normal for a change. she glanced around the room, but began feeling quite nervous. Was dyonisia or any of the glukkons here? She doupted they would be pleased to see her, considering. If they weren't in the best of moods she could kiss this life, or her life itself goodbye. Scri quickly reconsidered her entry and slinked away down the hall, the prospect of death and the sound of barking ringing in her mind.