OOC: Venks venks venks.
(FIRST FLOOR)
(DEK'S LAB)
Dimitrio stared up at
Slax from a cold hard floor. His back hurt. Last he had remembered, he was just having a conversation related to Agent and...He blacked out. He was so fragile sometimes. Emotionally, he was an anorexic wreck. With a change of place, some friends and no one singling him out (He'd still yet to see Scarface do anything crazy) he hadn't had a suicidel thought in a while. He still hated that guy lurking around...What did he want with him? The old creep had no friends here to gang up on him, so...Did he just want to beat him up and leave him for dead? Make his life a misery?
Physically he was in a mess. His ribs, collarbone and even spine showed through his thinned skin. His arm looked thinned and his joints stuck out like a sore thumb. The other one was robotic. That vicious carnivorous attack seemed to have done more damage to Agent than it had to him.
"You sort of fainted and stuff".
Slax answered. He groaned, got up steadily while rubbing the side of his head and walked wobbly.
“Must find Agent...” He said, slamming the door open with his robotic arm. He didn't always know his own strength with that thing.
(GROUND FLOOR)
(CAFETERIA)
#9 barely whispered to the luskan:
"Excuse me but... could you please leave us alone?" Pretty weak...Though it reminded her of someone...Who?
Agent growled unsliggishly up at the luskan (
Silph). She scarcely remembered her life history, and her personality was a mystery. The luskan raised a brow.
"So this 'Agent' thing is sane, is it?" He sounded like a male. She didn't remember her likes and dislikes, but they came to her. She hated most males with a control freak of a passion. She leaned back with her hands gripping the floor, like she was ready to pounce.
“Why don't you just go - ...” Her typical vocabulary of slig insults was gone. She couldn't even remember simple words like 'pie' or 'cheese'.
“...F@£$...” She muttered under her breath. Her paranoia grew when a mudokon (
Krett) voice shouted "That's it! I've seen that slig before because that's the slig that escaped from the lab!". When she saw the tomahawker, it was obvious by his face he was referring to her. She couldn't help but feel nervous and paranoid...What was a lab and when was she in a lab? She lay limp on the floor sadly in thought. She wanted to cry her eyes out but some pride in her personality prevented her from doing so. She muttered the same f word over and over, before forgetting it and most of five seconds ago. She raised her head at a big bro running from a tiny mudokon with a loaded blunderbuss.
“What the...?”
Tiro yapped away happily to himself, then braked skidding to a hault. That strange older guy
Doe had just came in front of him. He stared wide-eyed up at the guy's face, still holding up that heavy gun. He whispered so only he could hear.
"Return that gun to its owner right now before someone kills you." Tiro cocked his head. He was a little scared...Why would someone kill him? He was adorable (When he wasn't being a devious brat). Just then he remembered: Scarface. It was his gun, after all. As if on que that stroppy slig stormed up to him.
“You *(&(ing little brat!” He cursed before hearing a distinctive click. Tiro's face was locked into a dark scowl, pointing the weapon at his chest. Tiny trotted loudly over. He stared down at the awkward situation.
“...He has a gun.” He nodded. Scarface was too preoccupied to snap sarcastically at him.
“You have three seconds...” Tiro snarled. “3...” Scarface was already off and running. The little mudokon cackled wildly, leaving the deadly weapon on the floor. Tiny merely shuffled his feet.