Work at Rupture Farms (v.8)

[OddYouko]

OOC: Poor Arnie.
Nevermind I'll just post another one if it's alright with everyone.

[Zerox]

IC: Slash shook his head in frustration. He noticed Arnie didn't look too good, but he'd better let the professionals deal with that. His concern was dealing with the blaze. He swerved round and returned to then scene of the fire.
Arriving at the Production Lines, Slash went past two other employees leaving the area. That was helpful. His visibility was assisted by his propeller keeping the smoke at bay, but even so it was difficult distinguishing things beyond a few metres, and night vision doesn't work in smoke. He could, however, tell where the fire was. One of a number of machines at one end of a conveyor belt had caught fire. The lever had already been switched to the off position, so that wouldn't be a problem. Tackling the blaze would be, however. If there were any fire extinguishers, he couldn't see any at the moment.

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Fire? Not really Silph's problem at the moment, there were plenty of other employees that could deal with that problem. The Slig was not happy, the robot had made them worse. It thrashed as he attempted to immobilise it with a Scrab hug maneuver...not that Scrabs hug many things, but nonetheless. He didn't name it that.

[Splat]

"Ooh, you're stupider than you look," Dionysia nearly whispered with a leer that would make a scrab howl in terror. "Can't even tell the difference between an idiot worker mud and one bred for better work? That why you've ended up in this dump? Bet the vykkers were sick of you, probably couldn't hold down a job for more than ten minutes before you were out the door, ignorant like you are! It's a wonder your lips aren't stitched!"

Dionysia was well-versed in the ways of the argument, and was well aware that anything said to here here came from pure malice and so couldn't phase her. And Arnie and Krik were both in the room so she had no qualms about pushing this arrogant intern to the limits.

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Krik was now slightly worried; by this point he would have expected some sort of response from the strained glukkon, and Arnie seemed to have gone into a trance. His expression changed slightly, still odd, and Krik hazarded to push, "Arnie?"

[arkaznor]

IC: This Mudokon didn't seem very nice, and it seemed she didn't care either. But something compelled him to answer her, instead of just walking away. He was careful not to mention that he escaped from his previous post. He had a funny feeling that she didn't like him, at all.

"Well, I held a job for ten years, before I got sick of the place. I took a two year leave, Magog Cartel than thought taking care of young muds useless. So, when I asked for a transfer, they sent me here. I think they hate Arnie, or something," Ark replied, completely ignoring the Intern now.

"As for you being any different, I wanted to ask you about that. The only other female mudokon I've meet was almost twice as tall as any one else, and had a much lighter build. But you aren't either of those, why?" Only after he said it did Ark think that it probably wasn't a good thing to say to her. She looked like she could snap him in half.

The wiggling coming from his bag traveled to his stomach.

OOC: Right, I know I'm just setting it up for Dionysia to like Ark even less, but, all well.

[dripik]

Breathing steadily but rather audibly, Arnie raised his head and looked around slowly. He catched a glimpse of Slash flying out from the Cafeteria, which reminded him of the news he brought - the fire at Production Lines. He winced a bit as the vein in his temple throbbed. The pain urged him to act as fast as possible.

#7 Slig, who was standing next to the table, looked at the Glukkon worriedly. He was relieved that Arnie regained consciousness, although something changed about his looks, especially the expression on his face. His brows descended on his eyes, lending him a rather aggressive look, like a leer. His mouth was slightly open, but not in the 'dumbfound' meaning; only at the right corner of his mouth, making a few of his teeth visible. He was not hunched anymore, yet his head was in a lower position. The result was rather drastic: Arnie actually reminded #7 Slig of some of the more sadistic executives he saw on MOM broadcasts ages ago.

"Boss, are you alright? Is everything OK?" he asked Arnie. The Glukkon turned his head slowly to face #7 Slig, still bearing the same expression on his face, which was unnerving to the Slig.

"Everything OK?" said Arnie suddenly, in a sharp voice. #7 Slig startled.

"No, nothing's ruddy OK!" Arnie said heatedly, venting his frustration on the Slig. His temple urged him to carry on. "You go to the Production Lines right now, unless you want to become a Rupture Farms Special for Skillya!" The Cafeteria echoed from his voice.

#7 Slig was frozen in terror. What on earth has happened with Arnie? He couldn't get his eyes off from Arnie, no matter how hard he wanted to. The gun in his hands was trembling, and it became quite hot under his mask. He never saw Arnie acting like this; the change was too sudden and also inexplicable.

Seeing that the Slig didn't move one bit, Arnie emphasised his intention again. "Get moving!" The direct order brought back #7 Slig's control of his legs. He turned around and sped out from the Cafeteria, skidding a bit as he took the turn around the front benches. After he dissappeared, Arnie realised that Krik was still sitting next to him. Some part of his brain - which was rather oppressed by the pulsing vein - reminded him that the Vykker was not equal with a Slig, therefore he should show some respect towards him. Nonetheless, as he was about to speak, another twitch of pain shot through his head. "Move over." he said to Krik, preparing to get up from the table.

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OOC: There. That'll teach people not to cause major carnage and destruction among the factory walls. Also, Arnie became more interesting than before. And more normal, too.

[Moosh da Outlaw]

Out of Coffee: Sorry for the touch of bad language. Skelter's not one happy camper.

BIC:

Skelter leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, as cool as a cucumber. The opinions of some stupid little slut meant nothing to her. She watched expressionless as the mud carried on ranting about how she was better than normal mudokons. What lies. If anything, she was worse than scrubs. She could use a haircut too.

“…that’s why you ended up in this dump? Bet the vykkers were sick of you…”

Vykkers, vykkers, vykkers. It seemed as if she managed to fit them into every sentence. Skelter didn’t know what the brat saw in them –she never thought having four arms was an attractive attribute- but if that was all she could come up with, then the argument was getting nowhere.

“…probably couldn’t hold down a job for more than ten minutes before you were out the door, ignorant like you are…”

Suddenly something happened to Skelter. It was as though, deep in the confines of her brain, a mental stitch split. She put one hand over her mouth.

“…it’s a wonder your lips aren’t stitched!”

There was a pause. Skelter’s face was pink, and she was quivering slightly; it sort of looked like she was having a fit. That wasn’t the case, however. Seconds later she gave up trying to contain herself, and started snickering so violently that her entire body shook. What a moron, picking fights with people she didn’t even know! Who the hell did she think she was?

“I’m sorry,” she said, still barely suppressing a laugh, “seriously. Don’t mind me, i’m fine. Just carry on with your little speech, princess, I swear i’m listening. Go on. Enlighten me.” She crossed her arms in mock-calmness. Boy, this was rich. She really wished she’d brought a tape recorder.

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Mola snuck around the trashcan, as quiet as a mouse, without taking his eyes off of Ophelia. If she caught him, he was dead. If he kept running, he was dead. He had no options but to delay the inevitable and hope and pray that his death would be quick and painless.

He crawled under a table and curled up, wimpering.

[Splat]

ooc: Sorry for the confusion Ark; Dionysia's last post was directed at Moosh's character. I had intended to have her reply to Ark at the end but by the time I got there I'd forgotten Sorry dude; I shall try and work your last post into this...

IC:
Alright, the intern was good. And the laughing was pretty infuriating; trying to make Dionysia look an idiot. But everyone had a chink in thier armour, everyone had a weakness, though evidently this intern wasn't phased by jibes against her species. [Bonus fourth-wall-kicking-down joke: There was another direction Dionysia could go in but it wasn't really suitable for the age-range of the RPG]. Give her the cold shoulder for now, Dionysia decided; how would the punk-goth-freak react if Dionysia valued the talky mud more than her.
"Odd, you're really crazy. Get your head examined girl!" She turned to the nosy mud (Ark) who had evidently been listening on on thier conversation and asked bluntly, "Who are you? Another lab reject?"

The mud seemed to put on a calm facade and answered her, (ARK'S POST) "Well, I held a job for ten years, before I got sick of the place. I took a two year leave, Magog Cartel than thought taking care of young muds useless. So, when I asked for a transfer, they sent me here. I think they hate Arnie, or something," Ark replied, completely ignoring the Intern now.

"As for you being any different, I wanted to ask you about that. The only other female mudokon I've meet was almost twice as tall as any one else, and had a much lighter build. But you aren't either of those, why?"

She gave a talking-to-idiot look, completely turning ehr back on the intern. "Why is it any of your business?" She asked him bluntly.

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Krik quickly stood up, allowing Arnie to rise, "Where are you going, if you don't mind me asking? Surely not near the Production Lines? If there is a fire your safety should come first."

ooc: They say birds of a feather flock together; evidently not the sort of birds we have hear.

[OddYouko]

IC: Corky had never seen a Glukkon act this way especially since he had been working in Slig Barracks all his life. Arnie was really frightening. Phats whimperd loudly and went behind Corky. He watched as #7 Slig ran out of the Cafeteria then he looked back at Arnie. Frightend for his own life Corky stepped back as Arnie was about to get up from the table. Phats barked loudly as Corky stepped on his pet's foot and ran back away from him. But Corky didn't notice because he was to scared of Arnie and how he was acting. "Um..Boss..are..you ok?" Corky said swallowing hard and twitching like crazy. Phats started whimpered again.
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Totally oblivious to the whole situation Roy was still cleaning the Slog hut. "There that..should do it." He looked at the hut disgusted by the way it looked. There was still dried blood on it even though he cleaned it several times. He stood up and felt the rag again. He then sighed and began walking through the halls once more. Feeling the not so wet cloth he started to make his way to the Cafeteria. "I'll get it wet there and start cleaning again." Roy said happily.

[skillyaslig]

OOC: Garh....
IC:
Cylepso smiled, and returned the hand shake, remakring, "Well, its wonderful to met you, Ophelia! Thats such a lovey name!"
Cylepso blinked, as she regestered Ophelia's words, "Is he suicidal or something? That isn't so good." She looked uneasy, but then brighted, quick as a wink, "Right!" She clapped her hands together, "Do you know where he might be? Did he say anything, or something...?

[arkaznor]

OOC: Sorry.

IC: After Dionysia replied, Ark realized that she had probably been talking to the intern.

'Well, that's embarrassing. Oh well, nothing I can do about now.' Ark thought.

"No reason, just wanted to know," Ark said calmly, "Though if your not going to answer me I might as well ask that vyyker I saw you with earlier. But asking me if I'm ANOTHER lab reject gave me a good hint. And just so you know, I'm not a lab experiment, just unlucky with nature."

He turned to the vykker, "Your not a very polite little servant, are you?" He than turned and started walking off towards Krik.

OOC: Right sorry Splat, and Moosh da Outlaw.

[Moosh da Outlaw]

Out of Coffee: Its okay. It worked out. ^^

BIC:

"Is he suicidal or something? That isn't so good." She looked uneasy, but then brighted, quick as a wink, "Right!" She clapped her hands together, "Do you know where he might be? Did he say anything, or something...?"

Ophelia let out a barking laugh. "He's not suicidal, but the way he acts, you'd think he has a death wish." she frowned. "Unfortunately he never tells me anything, so I have no idea where he could be, but he likes eating and has a stomach like a black hole, so I figured he'd be around here somewhere."
Ophelia put on a calm face, thankful that the friendly slig was willing to help her out. However, at the same time, her brain was having a hissy fit.
'MOLA!' she thought, looking around. 'I'M GONNA HAVE YOUR HEAD ON A POLE FOR THIS!'
As she was coming up with ways to punish poor Mola in her head, something occured to her.
"Hey!" She blurted out. "You're female! Awesome! Its nice to see a slig on the winning side for once!"

Meanwhile Mola army-crawled under a nearby table, where a very tired-looking glukkon (Arnie) and a vykker (Krik) were sitting. He curled up, careful to avoid bumping into anybody's legs, and peeked out worriedly from under his hiding spot.

'I'm doomed i'm doomed i'm doomed i'm doomed i'm doomed OH ODD SHE'S LOOKING THIS WAY!' He backpedaled furiously, bumping into one of the table legs, and flinched as the table shook.

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Skelter stopped laughing abruptly. 'Hey, whats the deal?' she thought, feeling cheated. She'd just laughed in that mudokon pop's face, and she didn't even look upset!

"What the hell." She sighed to herself, turning up the music in her headphones. "Can't even get good insults through these days."

[Gretin]

Jim: "Are you completely insane, going in there like that? You're lucky you weren't killed! What's wrong with you?"

Ralph glared right back at Jim, "Did I ask anyone to come in after me? Do I look like it's done me any harm? I knew what I was doing - but it hardly looks like I can say the same about you!"

He took a step closer and lowered his voice menacingly, "If I'm lucky, tell me, how did I end up with a body like this?"

Moving even closer, he gave Jim a shove out of the way (even though there was plenty of room to go around) and marched off down the passage away from the production lines.

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Anni: "But I hate vykkers so they sent me here instead."

"Heh, who doesn't?" Hembar chuckled to herself a little, "But if that's the reason it seems that 'they' didn't make a very good choice here either. Those damn vykkers, they seem to be moving into everywhere now."

"You know, I wonder..." her voice drifted off for a few moments, then she suddenly straight out asked, "Have you ever met a nice vykker? I mean, I've seen a few other species we wouldn't normally think of as nice have a couple of individuals who were ok, but honestly, have you ever met a nice vykker?"

[Splat]

"No reason, just wanted to know," Ark said calmly, "Though if your not going to answer me I might as well ask that vyyker I saw you with earlier. But asking me if I'm ANOTHER lab reject gave me a good hint. And just so you know, I'm not a lab experiment, just unlucky with nature."

"When I said another I meant you and that," Dionysia gestured over her shoulder at the goth-punk intern. And what makes you think you're so important that anyone would tell you anything?"

He turned to the vykker, "Your not a very polite little servant, are you?" He than turned and started walking off towards Krik.

That was about enough for Dionysia. The word 'servant' really infuriated her, particularly after her conversation with Krik on the way down here. She grabbed the arrogant mud by the shoulder as he turned his back on her, and then with her other hand slapped him in the way only a mudokon can, leaving him sprawled on the floor of the cafeteria.

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Jim stared after the big mudokon with an expression of mute (and it must be said, somewhat confused) indignance. Good Odd, what is the world coming to, if mudokons won't stick up for other mudokons?
Grumbling to himself, and still coughing a little, he decided he should probably head towards the lab in case he needed some medical attention, and started climbing the stairs outside the grinders.

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Anni made a sarcastic snort, "A nice vykker? There are more talking slurgs! Trust me, vykkers might pretend to be nice or kind but inside they just want to gain for themselves and hurt people for no reason."
The sighed miserably and leant back against the wall, "This place was ok for the first year or so I was here, but then there were a couple of sligs..." She thought of Stivik and Nick, but then she had made up with Nick afterwards and had been sad when the Magog Cartel called him away. And Stivik had been sent here by the Cartel to watch Arnie.
"It's all the Magog Cartel's fault," She said out loud, "Wherever they go they ruin things and make people miserable. After those sligs everything was different."

[arkaznor]

OOC: Right, uh... Well yeah. Sorry for the long post.

IC: Ark felt the cold surface, it felt like no time had passed between when he was standing, and when he was on the floor. Then there was the pain, more pain than he expected.

'I shouldn't have gotten into this, I shouldn't have pushed it, and I shouldn't do this,' Ark thought as he rolled over.

Ark let out a low, long sigh, "I, VLP #3129, employ #935 sold to M.C, company 146 a.k.a. Labour Force Ranch; name Arkizane, now know that you are nothing. Nothing more than an ignorant, selfish, spoiled, piece of mud," Ark said quietly, but clearly as he started getting to his feet. He shrugged of the pain for now.

He looked up, he was angry, not really sure why; he had been hit by mudokons before. He was vaguely aware that his tattoos started sparkling.

"You think your self above others. I would bet that you were raised by glukkons, or more likely vykkers, with that additude. They probably told you that you were special, maybe even like a queen," he was now standing again, at full height, which was about just as tall as Dionysia (so it was not that impressive). He looked her squarely in the eye.

"Well, despite what any glukkon or vykker, or what even what Queen Maggie might tell you; you are not a queen, you are not Maggie, Sam, or even Skillya. Nor are any of them, most likely."

His tattoos started to dimly glow, not so much as that the light would carry, but Dionysia could probably notice. "We are all nothing! None of us is any more important than the mud we walk on, you, me, even that glukkon back there," His voice was calm and quiet, yet low and clear.

"That being said, it does not matter how many times or how long you hit me. You will still be nothing, and you can't bring any one lower than nothing in return. Nor does it change what we have done or said."

Ark untied his holster, "if you really what to try something to me, try this." he said it has he gentle tossed her his spooce pistol. He knew she could do nothing with it, it was out of spooce, but he didn't care that it would enrage her.

A little red and grey muddling floated over his shoulder, he had long identified it as his subconscious. He caught a little of what it was screaming in his mind, 'All those years! all those years, you just stood by. Didn't let any one know what you were really thinking. All ways quiet and weak, standing in the shadows.

The little entity rubbed it's eyes, 'What in Skrykill's name happened! Why did you have to ruin every thing now.' It started crying, Ark just tried to ignore it. The pain was coming back, and his tattoos were starting to pulse ever so slightly.

He turned around once more, knowing he probably would take two steps before she hit him again. But, for the first time in three years, he didn't care about being hit.

OOC: Right, uh... Ark really hasn't been around that long for any of you to know what his normal behavior is. Just so you know, this is not it. His usually the silent hero that rushes in, and gets himself and the thing he was trying to save, in more trouble. Or quietly watching. Either way, not normal.

Sorry once again for the long post.

[Moosh da Outlaw]

She grabbed the arrogant mud by the shoulder as he turned his back on her, and then with her other hand slapped him in the way only a mudokon can, leaving him sprawled on the floor of the cafeteria.

Out of Coffee: Isn't that powerplaying?

[Splat]

ooc: It's a fairly basic action, he's not badly hurt and its not the sort of thing that could miss or be dodged since Ark's back was turned. If Arkaznor had any objection (say if his character had really really good reflexes or was really steady on his feet) then he would be free to make them. If it was a serious attack, for example using a bullet, or if it would cause some lasting damage to the character, or if there was any other reason for him to object I would ask permission.

If Dionysia had slapped Skelter I would not have had the intern fall over since they seem a bit steadier than mudokons or sligs, though I might have mentioned in oocs that a slap from a mudokon ingame caused the victim to fall over and left it up to you. Then you could decide. If Skelter had seen the slap coming I would have left it your decision whether it hit at all.

When looking at power-playing you really just have to consider whether the other player has cause to object (say if the other character could either dodge or would take serious harm). If so it's better to ask or just leaveyou post with "Alf shot at Brian..." and then the player who owned Brian could decide whether and where it hit.

Basically in this sort of thing go with your instinct; it seems silly to walk on eggshells over something small and non-harmful, and if the other player has a reason for things going differently they're free to make an objection.

[arkaznor]

Yeah, what Splat said. I could of objected, but I didn't; and since I didn't, it's fine. I don't really care if people do little stuff like that. As long as it doesn't cause any notable damage, and my character doesn't move more than a meter, I'm fine with it.

So, in my eyes at least, splat's actions were fine.

Oh, and splat, after my last post, I went and read the latest 5 chapters in your story. Uh, and now I see some irony in some of Ark's statements, that I now find kind of funny.

[dripik]

Since Krik stood up from the table, allowing Arnie to leave as well, the Glukkon didn't waste any more time. As he was hopping sideways on the bench, he heard Krik asking about his intentions. He decided to tell him just the basics. "Fire or no fire, I'm going there. I have to see it for myself."

The world still looked a bit strange because of his bloodshot eyes, and the vein was still pulsing hard. A Slig (Corky) was standing nearby, apparently taken aback by the proceedings. "Um..Boss..are..you ok?" The question increased Arnie's blood pressure - it seemed that the answer he gave to #7 Slig wasn't enough for everyone. He cast rather nasty look at Corky. "What, Magog bigheads send me deaf Sligs nowadays? Even your Slog understood what I said, look!" he said scornfolly, inclining his head towards the Slog (Phats) running away from them. "I say you better follow him and take care of the fire. Prove your worth!"

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RG was running towards the Production Lines, Dimitrio still hanging from his right hand. The doorway leading to his destination was up ahead, but a Mudokon distracted him. He (Ralph) seemed to be coming from the Production Lines.

"Mudokon organic, I take it you are coming from the fire. Can you describe the situation before I go there myself?" asked RG.

Rick was jogging towards them, trying to catch up with RG. He slowed down as he reached them, waiting for Ralph to speak.

[skillyaslig]

OOC: whats with everyone outta coffee? *grins*
IC:

The silver-eyes Grubb laughed, "He's not suicidal, but the way he acts, you'd think he has a death wish." she frowned. "Unfortunately he never tells me anything, so I have no idea where he could be, but he likes eating and has a stomach like a black hole, so I figured he'd be around here somewhere."
Cylepso nodded slowly, rather glad that there wasn't anyone suicidal roaming around, she had seen more then her fair share of mad self-haters. She frowned slightly, and was about to ask the pretty Grubb a question when the Grubb blurted,
"Hey! You're female! Awesome! Its nice to see a slig on the winning side for once!"
Cylepso looked surprised, then grinned, "Yeah, I'm a girl, right on, eh? Though I think you have a better deal, at least you have other girls to hang around with. I get stuck with all the fatheads and morons who get drunk and shoot each other all the time."


OOC: yesh, I do like Grubbs

[Gretin]

Ralph stopped as some sort of robot (some of you will see the irony ) came down the passage the other way. It stopped and addressed him:

"Mudokon organic, I take it you are coming from the fire. Can you describe the situation before I go there myself?"

"Sure," Ralph stopped and looked back the way he came, "I've just been in there so, basically, it's not as bad as it looks, all the machines were running for some reason before, but I've shut them down so there's just the one machine which is on fire to take care of. It's putting out a lot of smoke, but..." he looked back at RG, "I'm sure that won't bother one such as yourself."

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Anni made a sarcastic snort, "A nice vykker? There are more talking slurgs! Trust me, vykkers might pretend to be nice or kind but inside they just want to gain for themselves and hurt people for no reason."

"Yeah, I reckon," Hembar agreed, "I had just wondered, because no one I know has ever met one, I mean, we even befriended a glukkon once, but never a vykker."

"This place was ok for the first year or so I was here, but then there were a couple of sligs...

"It's all the Magog Cartel's fault, wherever they go they ruin things and make people miserable. After those sligs everything was different."

"I think that's what they try to do." Hembar was thoughtful now, "Though actually, I guess that's wrong. They try to become powerful and rich and who knows what else, and that just so happens to make everyone else miserable.

"But sometimes I think they're worse when they go on their own. Many times I've heard of a factory or some other place like that, that at first glance it just seems to be a normal Magog facility, but then you find out they've got some sick secret that they're hiding, because even the Magog Cartel have limits.

"Not that I'm saying I agree with them, I'm just saying, the Cartel are bad, but sometimes those without it are even worse..."

[OddYouko]

Since Krik stood up from the table, allowing Arnie to leave as well, the Glukkon didn't waste any more time. As he was hopping sideways on the bench, he heard Krik asking about his intentions. He decided to tell him just the basics. "Fire or no fire, I'm going there. I have to see it for myself."

The world still looked a bit strange because of his bloodshot eyes, and the vein was still pulsing hard. A Slig (Corky) was standing nearby, apparently taken aback by the proceedings. "Um..Boss..are..you ok?" The question increased Arnie's blood pressure - it seemed that the answer he gave to #7 Slig wasn't enough for everyone. He cast rather nasty look at Corky. "What, Magog bigheads send me deaf Sligs nowadays? Even your Slog understood what I said, look!" he said scornfolly, inclining his head towards the Slog (Phats) running away from them. "I say you better follow him and take care of the fire. Prove your worth!"

IC: Corky's hands were still twitching from what was happening to the Boss. He quickly looked at Arnie and then freaked out as he gave him a very nasty look. He then looked at Phats who was now running out of the Cafeteria whimpering like a little Sloggie. 'Fire?!' He panicked in his mind. He didn't look at Arnie but ran after Phats out of the Cafeteria. Phats didn't know where he was going but all he knew was to get out of there and away from Arnie. Corky quickly followed his frightend Slog. "Phats come back!" He yelled as he ran out.

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Roy walked in the Cafeteria through another entrance. He looked around for anything that might help him clean somemore stuff in the factory. He couldn't help but notice Arnie. 'A Glukkon! He might be the Boss around here!' Roy thought. He swallowed and walked up to him slowly. He still had his wash cloth out but didn't bother to put it away. It still needed to get wet. Roy stopped. "Are you the Boss around here?" He asked Arnie.
OOC: Roy better be careful! =o

[Splat]

Dionysia did little but stare as the mud began glowing! However, she managed to keep her head. 'Another native? How many of these freaks are there in this place?!'

When he threw the gun at her she would have liked to have dodged, but there was not exactly much of an oportunity to do so, so instead she caught it deftly and through it into an empty corner lest it explode or something.

At last he turned his back on her but started walking towards Krik! What was he planning to do to her vykker?
"Krik, look out," She cried. The vykker, who had been focusing his mind on Arnie's sudden change looked up and saw the mud approaching. He quickly noticed it was glowing.
Taking a step back he yelled at the first slig he saw (Cylepso) without really taking it (or to be more precise, her) in, "You, slig! Shoot that mud! He's dangerous!"

(ooc: not sure if there are any other sligs in the cafeteria at the moment. If there's anyone else around feel free to respond; Krik did just shout that out loud so they'll probably have heard unless they're stone deaf.)

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Anni shook her head again. "One evil person isn't as bad as a group of them, isn't as bad as the Cartel. They don't have restraints, except to stop people becoming more powerful than they are, so they'd do anything to stop them; even worse things."

[Moosh da Outlaw]

Out of Coffee: Grubbs are cute. ^^
And i've been using the 'out of coffee' thing for as long as I can remember, so I don't know where it started exactly...

BIC:

"Yeah, I'm a girl, right on, eh? Though I think you have a better deal, at least you have other girls to hang around with. I get stuck with all the fatheads and morons who get drunk and shoot each other all the time."

Ophelia grinned. "Its not much better where I come from. But anyway, I---"

She was cut off when she heard a vykker (Krik) shout out "You, slig! Shoot that mud! He's dangerous!"

Ophelia took that to be a very rude remark, as Cylepso seemed to be a nice person who didn't deserve to be referred to as 'slig', but she kept silent. And besides, the mudokon (Ark) approaching didn't seem so dangerous. Sure, he looked pretty angry... he was walking pretty hard... and he was glowing, but...

"What the heck?" Ophelia cursed, fumbling with her cherry-pink uzi. She didn't know what this guy's problem was, but she didn't want him to get too close.

Meanwhile Mola poked his head out from under the table, frowning.
'What's everyone's problem?' He wondered, dropping his guard and stepping out of hid hiding spot, eyes fixed on the glowing mudokon. 'Is there anybody normal here at all?'

---

Skelter opened an eye, the punk rock still blasting from her headphones, and nearly jumped when she saw what she had been missing. The mud brat looked pissed, the nosy mud looked determined (if not a little emo), and that vykker that the brat had been practically swooning over looked frightened. Whatever was bothering him, Skelter decided without even considering who he could possibly be, he deserved. Skelter turned off her headphones and stood up from where she was slouching. Things were finally getting interesting.

[skillyaslig]

OOC: Man, I drank way to much milk last night and felt so damn sick today…Ugg…
IC:
The pretty Grubb grinned. "Its not much better where I come from. But anyway, I---"
Cylepso jerked violently as a high voice, most likely a vykker, shouted,
"You, slig! Shoot that mud! He's dangerous!"
Four years of training kicked in, like pure instinct. With a violent jerk, Cylepso gave her gun (which was lying on the ground next to her right foot) a kick, throwing it into the air and seizing it with her right hand. Pivoting on one mechanical foot, she swung around and cocked her gun with a loud ‘crakcrak!’
Glaring angrily, her purple eyes narrowing behind the red eye pieces, she spied who the Vykker (Krik) was bellowing about, Ark. The mudokons tattoos where pulsating eerily.
(OOC: I know they are just glowing, but I love that word…Pulsating…*drools*)
Raising her gun with one swift, smooth movement, she yanked the gun up to eye level, her pink-nailed finger tightening on the trigger, and roared, “FREEZE!”

[arkaznor]

OOC: You know, I think that it's really interesting how I got every one against Ark. And skillyaslig, I really like the word "Pulsating" as well.

IC: Ark let out a sigh, "Yep, I'm going to die."

'Well, I'm not helping you out of this,' stated his subconscious, in a smug tone, and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Raising his hands above his head, he turned once again and said to group at large, "If I was trying to harm or kill anyone, why would I just give my gun, my only weapon, to her?" he said, gesturing towards Dionysia with his head. His tattoos, started to dim back to black, but they still sparkled a little.

'If I make it out of this alive, I'll consider it a miracle.'

[Zozo the Zrilufet]

OOC: Umm...Yah, I'm...Just not gonna post for a while.

[Zerox]

OOC: Umm...Yah, I'm...Just not gonna post for a while.

You do realise we've been waiting an age for you to post as it is?

[Moosh da Outlaw]

Out of Coffee: Right, its apparent that nobody has anything to do right now, sooo...

BIC:

Ophelia frowned. It seemed that she had no need for her weapon, which was dissapointing; she absolutely loved showing it off. She stowed it against her belt, grumbling something under her breath. Then, by a stroke of fate, she looked over at the tables.

The table that had appeared to be deserted.

The table where Mola was standing, staring, his mouth forming a perfect 'o'.

All of Ophelia's anger came boiling over like a broken floodgate. Her hands tightened in to small, lethal fists, and her left eyelid twitched slightly.
"MOLA!" she roared like an angry scrab. "HOLD STILL SO I CAN KILL YOU!!"

Mola stiffened, eyes wide, pupils like pinpricks. "No no no no NO!" He screamed as Ophelia mowed past the rude vykker (Krik) and pinned Mola to the floor, crushing him with her bodyweight. They grappled in a tumbling mass, Mola shrieking "DON'T KILL ME!" and Ophelia cursing "WHAT IS YOUR @&#*ING PROBLEM?!"

Ophelia reached up and whipped a tablecloth off of a table. Without hesitation she stuffed it in her poor victim's mouth, gagging him. Then, with one swift motion, she unstrapped her belt, flexed it painfully tight, and wrung it around Mola's hands so tightly that they turned purple. She stood up off the floor, brushing her shoulders all lady-like.

"Carma." Ophelia said simply. Mola sat up, his mouth still gagged, his hands still tied, tears streaming like waterfalls down his flushed little face. Ophelia pouted. "You brought it on yourself," she said as though flirting with him, patting him on the head. Mola made frenzied noises as though trying to speak, but his voice was muffled with the tablecloth.

---

Skelter watched on with interest. She frowned. She'd have to make a mental note to try that sometime.

[T-nex]

OOC: Why does everything have to be violence and disaster all the time... Sigh... It's about time you guys started working on a lengthier plot.

[Moosh da Outlaw]

OOC: Why does everything have to be violence and disaster all the time... Sigh... It's about time you guys started working on a lengthier plot.

Well what do you suggest?

EDIT:
But seriously, we do need a twist of some kind. We can't just make our characters walk around and expect something to happen.