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OOC: Hey, Zozo, regarding your signature, don't worry, you're not the only person that people make that mistake about XD Earlier on in this very thread Marvak was referred to as he when she's a girl, so... Yeah
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Yes, and several times on other threads, too. I don't mind being called 'he', though
IC: Nobody seemed to be trying to stop him. Stumbling forward like a drunken Slig, Cal stretched out his hand to reunite him with his only love, his tazer...
Feeling the cold, smooth metal embrace his fingers, he sighed in contented relief as he felt complete once more, and started stroking it.
'There you are, baby...'
OCC: Cal
really loves his tazer, okay?
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IC:
Ricky shuddered slightly as he loked over at the female Slig below him, as their eyes came in contact with each other and stared.
Suddenly-
'MURDERER! IT TRIED TO KILL HIM! HE NEARLY DIIIEEEED! THERE'S BLOOD EVERYWHERE, GET A MEDIC, THERE'SBLOODEVEYWHEREGETAMEDIC! HE'S GONNA DIIIIEEE!' the Slig went absolutely psycho. Ricky visibly jumped in suprise as he watched.
'This girl could hurt herself...' he stood up, and started walking towards the edge of the stack, but stopped himself. Was this a trick to fool him into going down? But he had a grenade in his hand, he could protect himself if she tried anything...
Giving himself a mental shake, he hopped down from the stack and calmly walked over to the fitting Slig, gently putting his hands on her shoulders.
'Ma'am, there's nothing to be afraid of. No-one's dying, there's no blood, everything's okay.' he said. He could almost sense what she would do next- he thought it highly likely she would come to her senses and try killing him again- but he felt he needed to calm her down.
OOC: Ricardo can be a real gentleslig when he's not trying to kill you
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IC:
Wic thrashed his arms around, throwing the severed arm away, screaming at the top of his lungs in a panicked fit. Not being able to think straight, he started shouting;
'CAAAAAAAAAALL!!! WHERE ARE YOOOOOUU!! I WANNA OOOOOUUUUUUUT!!!!!' he fell to his knees as he gasped for air, before looking around. There was utter chaos; had this been caused by Ricky and Cal? Shaking badly, he got up, and wondered why they would do such a thing. To his knowledge they only 'borrowed' things from Inhabitants that didn't need what they had, and taught him how to take things from people's pockets without them noticing. That was always fun, but Wic sometimes wondered whether the people would miss the things they took. Cal would always reassure him, and say that 'we need it more than they do, kid.'
Wic whimpered, and called out again, not as loudly;
'Cal... where are you?...'