OOC: Psst, ZERO101. Try the cafeteria that is just right next to the cafeteria. Maybe you can find someone like Dionysia in there.
IC: Gappiqu was going into a state of mind that was relaxing into a more fearful state of mind. When he was leading Krik, being angry was no longer about. Now his body was full of anxiety. His worst fears were about when they went into the Stockyards, such as Skillya, losing love, and accepting that the Vykker was right. He didn't want to think that, but he became fearful of the answer that was true. Gappiqu was afraid that it might be the one he has already heard or if it was the one he hated. Thoughts like these ran through his head, making him tremble and nearily losing control of the gun.
While walking, the Stockyards made him grow scared. The whole place was surely crawling animals he didn't want to meet. Ruins from Abe the terrorist reminded him of the natives that would be pleased to see his head on a stick. It already happened and he knows he was lucky to have survived. Terrorists running around, animals killing off Sligs at sight, and a land that was not pleasing to him. The whole place was frightening and did not look like it held any peace. Fear was activated in his mind on the subject of that he could die in any second, from depression or the matter of being killed. Gappiqu's eyes began to mist, with his mind running with this very fact: Why was he the subject for Vykkers on emotion?
He continued leading Krik nevertheless, yet he felt as if that his place here was rather not needed or wanted. He didn't want to be in the Stockyards, nor did he want to go off proving to some Vykker that he is right. Suddenly, with this thought in mind, he began to think, "Why am I going through this? I'm going through a horrible nightmare that deserves not be outside my head. Just because I am in love with a Mudokon experiment doesn't mean she is. I just have to except it. Maybe there isn't any chemistery between me and Dionysia. I can't live my life this way. I am a Slig, not a messed up something. I don't need this. I am the child of Skillya, not Sam. This isn't right. This isn't right."
The more Gappiqu lead and got closer to Rupture Farms, he puzzled himself with another question. "Are you sure? You haven't been a Slig for a long time. It can't go back. I nearily got killed when I was a Slig. And its too late. You are an experiment now, not a Slig. It has been so long since I have been a Slig. I can't go back. It just isn't right. It just isn't right."
Gappiqu saw an arrangement of sticks poking up from the ground, making there look like there is nothing there. But there was, and Gappiqu was horrified from the dead Mudokon staked onto it. It was old, many years old. It was a landmark that Abe saw, representing the Mudokons that were killed when they went into the Free-Fire Zone. He felt like that instead of them, who needed to have lived to have lived peacefully, he was one to be staked. He was an experiment with a Slig past. And his past held Mudokons being fatally injuried and Sligs being crushed to death. Why hadn't he just died to save himself? His life was like what would have happened to the irresposible adult who didn't think carefully.
Gappiqu noted the fact that he was still leading Krik and continued on, with a little more sadness in his steps. He wasn't angry. He was sad, wondering whether or not on the behalf of Dionysia, should he continue living? Gappiqu needed to know that before he made any future choices. Could he go back to being a Slig? Could he continue being a mechanic? Could he still fix RG-49 and work with Rick? And most importantly, would it be worth while?
He said nothing to Krik. He didn't need to. There was nothing to say and perhaps even do with him. Questions of ethics is not something Gappiqu would like to think about on this kind of day. Yet when he drew closer to Rupture Farms, he felt as if he was going to his own Judgement Day. All of this tensed him and gave him a feeling that his love would be the only thing that would make him feel that there was a break from his life. A time he could relax and not think that someone is around the corner to kill.
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Slap had removed the maskes from every Slig that was set before him, to continue onto the surgery. Letting their unloved faces touch air again, he carefully placed their masked out of range from interferring with any step of the operation. Bringing his hands next to the bag of gas into his hand, he caculated in his head how much pressure should he make to get the right amount of gas out of his bag into Stuey and Arrack. This entire step was drastically crucial to making a successful one. After finishing making some last minute corrections to any of the errors that he had made in his caculating, he let some of the gas out of the bag and into Arrack. Making split second countings in his head to make sure he was making the right amount of gas being inserted into the Slig, he carefully made sure that he wasn't changing his pressure on the bag. This continued for about 20 seconds, until he completely closed the bag to make sure he didn't give Arrack an overdose. He brought the bag down onto the table he had brought into the cell, so he wouldn't have to worry about it later on. He knew that Stuey was not be given anymore anesthsia, for he had enough to be knocked out for a long time. "I should bring Stuey into an awakening lab later." thought Slap as he picked up a scalpel to split Stuey open. He would have to do the job himself, for some hospitals wouldn't consider these cases even necessary to be applied to Sligs.
Slap drove the scalpel into Stuey's top skull area and let the scalpel slide down. He had brought the area open, but he faced a larger problem. He needed to get around major blood vessels that supplied the brain's energy, as well as muscles that can never be surgerically fixed. Carefully finding the area less essiential to possible disability, he found an area close to the once used genetic material that had made brain cells. Gentily letting the scalpel slash into making a gash in the protective nerve tissue of the skull, he let himself trying to find the skull. When he would find the skull, he would find a saw to be split the skull and remove it for the time being. As he continued to cut the nerves to get to the skull with the scalpel in the other hand, he typed down to Praetyre, "I am going to have to remove both Arrack's and Stuey's main top structure of their skull. You know I need to do it, but I need to make sure that no one finds themselves with a small tolerance for blood, to see the operation. It will get gory and even I might feel a little uncomfortable. Of course, I can handle it more than others, but it still is not subject that I am not about to want to see 26/8. So please cover this area as much as possible to make sure no one feels a little disturbed."
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Bonty had stopped himself when he saw a Mudokon was standing in front of him and felt a tad bit lucky. He didn't think he would see another Mudokon in a long time. He halted his running and stared back at the Mudokon. Bonty greeted the Mudokon first with an old fashion greeting. "Hello." Next, he looked at the Mudokon straight in the eye and thought how he was going to explain Zap's and his plan. Breaking the question would not be smart until he learned if he was a tattle tale or not. Bonty decided to get to know the Mudokon a little more, so he continued, "We were just going onto work. Wanna come along? You can follow me." He carefully hinted at the two words, 'Follow me' in a different note of tone, for he thought he could get the impression on this Mudokon that he was trying to escape. If he was not wanting to leave this place, maybe he wouldn't get it. Whatever the case, they needed to find out if Mudokons around here were crazy about the plan or not.
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To the R+R we go!
Looking around their new home...
Their not pin'n this on us!
