Oddworld: Casino Magog -

alf's brother's mate · #**151** 08-16-2007, 03:14 AM

Tyre reached into his pocket and pulled out some moolah. To his surprise, he had quite a lot, yet he had been convinced that he only had a few left! He must have missed them.

glitch taimer · #**152** 08-17-2007, 04:57 AM

Rus grimaced as he pulled some of change out of his pocket. The big bro didn't look to bright, but he wasn't sure about the glukkon. Rus placed a coin in front of each of them. "Well, am I in?"

alf's brother's mate · #**153** 08-17-2007, 09:43 AM

Tyre glanced across at Jerik.
"so, what type are we playing?" he asked

Zerox · #**154** 08-18-2007, 12:17 PM

IC: Salve looked at the Vykker in astonishment "Wait...okay, before we got here off the train, you were spastic, loony, had that Intern there chained to your arm, and ended up shooting yourself in the head with a Snuzi. And now you're pregnant. Jeez..." Salve rubbed his head "What're gonna do with the kids? We can't really have them here, can we?"

Brudda sneaked up to Tangla "Hey, wanna help me wash this guy? It could be your revenge..." Brudda hoped that would make her help him. Sewer Slogs may not need baths, but he was in no sewer now, and he wasn't a Slog...bath. Now.

alf's brother's mate · #**155** 08-19-2007, 10:09 AM

Tyre glanced away, and saw that there was a second game of poker going on to his left, and he wondered is he should move over to that one, but then he decided that he might as well stay, as there would be no point whatsoever.

Slig 7665 · #**156** 08-19-2007, 10:25 AM

Slax glanced around " asked hey can anyone point to were I can ask for a job".

alf's brother's mate · #**157** 08-19-2007, 12:30 PM

Once again, Tyre leant over towards slax.
He felt sorry for the slig, standing limply on his pair of metal stilts. The pants of course were made from metal, but even though they seemed shallowly weak compared to the bulk of the sligs body. But the reason he felt sorry for him was the fact that he was having to make so much effort just to get a stinking job. If Tyre hadn't known any better he would probably risen to his feet and screamed at the top of his lungs:
"Someone give this guy a bleeding job already!!!!!!!" but unfortunatley for Slax Tyre did know better. This would only have given him a 72 hour lockdown in a psyce ward and a thorsine drip.
"i'm not going to do anything." he thought, even though he did pity the slig.

Zozo the Zrilufet · #**158** 08-20-2007, 05:24 AM

OOC: Yay, Zerox.....We are teh only time travellers left.... And spastic is a bad word Zerox, very offensive to people in the UK plz.

IC
Vobos shook like a leaf as Salve spoke. He couldn't remember anything.
"Oh my Odd, I can't even remember where I live!" He shrieked. He stared down at his belly that stuck out.
"I suppose I'll have to think of something...." His voice wobbled.

Tangla smiled evilly with her buck tooth.
"Alrigh'e then..." She squeaked. She lunged at Howler, and held his tail tightly in her mouth. He whined and snatched at the floor as she dragged him towards the bathroom.
"Help me, sleg!" She cried.

Lulu got up from sleeping on the floor, then gawped at Vobos' belly.
"Wow, you put on weight since I last saw you!" Mike looked over and stared at the vykker's belly, before edging away from it. Creepy...

Zerox · #**159** 08-20-2007, 06:31 AM

OOC: Spastic? Rude? Since when? I live in the UK, and never heard such a thing...

IC: Salve looked around the room "Well" he said "Better go look around a bit. You can come if you want, or stay, I don't care..." Salve turned to Brudda "You need a better name soon, maybe you can think of something? Either way, I'm going, don't get into trouble, okay?" Salve said, as he shoved the door open and walked out of the hotel. For now, he was not employed, and a 'guest' at the casino, a customer...he went in to the casino. Perhaps he would try some gambling, he had done before, though not much...a poker game was getting started. He went over to the table "Mind if I join? What's the entry fee?" Salve barely maintained his expression as he noticed the freakish, muscled Mudokon standing next to the table. And it was white. There sure were some weirdos around here...

Brudda, meanwhile, shoved his head under the Slig and picked Howler up, and headed for the bathroom.

alf's brother's mate · #**160** 08-21-2007, 03:11 AM

Tyre smiled at slax.
"why don't you go and ask for a job in the office or whatever?"

Slig 7665 · #**161** 08-21-2007, 05:30 AM

Slax looked at Tyre "thats the problem I don't know were the office is so can anyone help me".

alf's brother's mate · #**162** 08-21-2007, 06:50 AM

Tyre stood up.
"ill be back in two minutes" he said to Jerik.
He walked over to slax, and grabbed his arm. " Hey can anyone tell us where the office is this guy needs a job!" Tyre was just about to repeat this when he saw Pere in the reception of the hotel across the road. He smiled.
Pulling slax's arm so harshly that it nearly popped out of it's socket, he ran across the road holding tight onto the sligs arm.
He rushed upto Pere.
"i'll forgive you if you tell me where the casino office is." said Tyre. "this guy needs a job!"
Pere meekly pointed over to Rus. Tyre sighed, and then ran back into the casino to ask Rus. He came upto him, and beckoned Slax to ask.

Slig 7665 · #**163** 08-21-2007, 09:51 AM

After Slax was yanked around by Tyre he walked up to Rus "do you know anything about me gatting a job".

alf's brother's mate · #**164** 08-21-2007, 12:08 PM

Tyre smiled like the fool he was at Rus.
"oh, er sorry about that." said Tyre.

Zozo the Zrilufet · #**165** 08-22-2007, 08:25 AM

:

Pulling slax's arm so harshly that it nearly popped out of it's socket

Alfy, I think that would be godmoddling if you state how bad the injury was and not let the character's owner decide.....Well, that's what I think anyway.

glitch taimer · #**166** 08-22-2007, 12:42 PM

IC: Rus was becoming slighly impatient with the glukkon. When Slax asked him where to get a job, he mumbled "aoutofones." and pointed in there general direction. Did that crazy mud really expect him to give tour guides to all new employees? That was that crazy valet sligs job.

Slig 7665 · #**167** 08-22-2007, 12:47 PM

"Thanks" slax said he then walked over to autophone and activated it "um can I have a job he said threw the phone".

alf's brother's mate · #**168** 08-23-2007, 02:20 AM

OOOC:
It was only for a little usage of adjectives zozo!

IC:
Tyre looked down at Rus, who was obviously getting inpatient with the glukkon he was trying to communicate with. Tyre shrugged. "I didn't know, so i supposed you would."
He went back and sat down beside Jerik. "Deal me up."

OddjobAbe · #**169** 08-23-2007, 03:51 AM

I don't believe it would kill me to join, though I cannot post frequently due to work matters. I shall only start off by introducing my characters. I may post tomorrow.

Name: Frank

Gender: Male

Species: Glukkon

Age: 37

Physical Description: He has deep and dark rings just below his eyes, due to the fact that he has been slightly worn out over the years. Both vitreous humour are a murky beige - obviously his natural colour. His skin be a light brown - only slightly lighter than his iris colour (which is a slightly darker colour to his vitreous humour). He wears colours of brown too - a beige suit which is fitted beneath a dark brown cotton overcoat. His trousers almost match his overcoat, being dark brown in colour, though are only slightly lighter.

Equipment: He carries nothing but his wallet (and a revolver concealed beneath his coat). Only for protection reasons of course...

Personality: He can be very nice if you're on the right side of him, but darn, he can be completely merciless if you cross him, or he takes a disliking to you.

Class: Casino customer, though in general, he is a Big Cheese.

Biography: He grew up in the 'big city' with a family who lived in poverty, and was once a victim of crime when he was 20 (another older Glukkon beat him with a vintage revolver and caused severe injuries to Frank, hoping to 'persuade' Frank to hand over his wallet, but found himself killed (intentionally) by Frank, who took the revolver). The trauma of the events of his childhood and the time he was almost killed by the criminal who he killed almost drove him over the edge, but miraculously, he has stayed only very slightly sane. What were these childhood events that almost made him a member of the funny farm? Interact with him to find them out, but he will only tell people he is close friends with (the character's friends, not mine).

Name: Luigi (I was watching one of Agatha Christie's films the other day. I could not resist giving my character that name)

Gender: Male

Species: Glukkon

Age: 32

Physical Description: His vitreous humour are a similar colour to Frank's, though his iris are a murky red. His eyes are the typical Glukkon eye shape, though the right eye is on a slightly odd angle. His skin is of a slightly dark beige, and his ears appear to be 'backwards'. He wears a plain white suit, and dark purple bow-tie, and a dark purple cotton overcoat which matches his bow-tie. His trousers match is overcoat.

Equipment: Nothing but his wallet and a cigar lighter, as he tends to have 'the odd cig' like most Glukkons. He tends to lend his lighter to Frank.

Personality: Luigi is mean. That's the only way to describe him. Not much really he's done to help someone but his own colleagues.

Class: Customer, though in general, he is a wanna-be.

Biography: He was raised on a farm, which most of his family lived on. The farm was completely obliterated by some cowboy Glukkons (not classic cowboys, obviously more modern), and they killed everyone living on the farm apart from Luigi. He was the only survivor. He has a cousin known as Timmy.

Name: Timmy
Gender: Male
Species: Glukkon
Age: 29
Physical Description: His skin is of a very light brown colour, almost beige, and his eyes be as round as his mother's (who is certainly not a character in this or any other RPG). His vitreous humour are the same colour as his cousin Luigi's, but his iris be a bright yellow. He wears the same clothing as Luigi by orders of Frank (apparently, it looks good when Luigi and himself are stood either side behind Frank when they walk through a door. Looks more organized).

Equipment: Wallet and leather notepad (black ball-point pen included). It is used by Frank to add things to the 'to do' list or people to the 'to kill' list.

Personality: He is manipulative, evil, and literally insane. The last time he was kind to anyone, he was twenty. In fact, that was the last time he interacted with anyone he didn't know. Though if he knows someone other than his colleagues (Frank and Luigi), he is horrible to them, or pretends to be nice to them to get something he wants through them (usually money).

Class: Customer, though in general, he is a wanna-be.

Biography: He lived a small town when he was a kid, though he was a victim of many children at school, as they always tormented him in nasty ways. This drove him over the edge in the end up (after fifteen years of it), and he killed everyone that ever bothered him. He heard about what happened on his family's farm, and this caused him some distress which made his mental condition more severe. Fortunately (or unfortunately for some), he found Luigi with sticking up a post office with gangster named Frank, and so joined with them.

Additional information: These three Glukkon are of an alien breed, and have useful arms.

Name: Toby
Gender: Male
Species: Mudokon
I'll not bother giving any more information until I need to later. He's only here to get shot right now.

A message to Patrick Vykkers: Yes, these guys are criminals, but not criminal masterminds. They may be masters of organized crime, but will cause no bother in the casino unless necessary (and of course with your permission).

alf's brother's mate · #**170** 08-23-2007, 04:50 AM

The train stop outside rattled loudly and dust fragmets twisted into the air, blowing general wear into the air. Three figures stepped out, and Tyre saw them wander down the road. "Come in here" he thought.

Patrick Vykkers · #**171** 08-24-2007, 05:07 PM

OOC: Your chars are fine. I'm looking forward to seeing them interact with Jerik.

OddjobAbe · #**172** 08-25-2007, 02:19 AM

IC: Frank stared out of the window whilst thinking. He didn't quite know what these people were like or - Why must he kid himself on like this? He was the one they should be afraid of. He's the 'freak Glukkon' with arms and a gun. Frank suddenly gained confidence in himself, and became as usual. "Luigi - the time." Frank ordered.
"I don't know, I haven't got my watch". Luigi was right next to Frank, Timmy was sat behind them. "Why exactly are we here, Frank?" inquired Timmy.
"We are being paid."
"By whom?" Luigi broke in.
"A client."
"Who's the client?"
"Molluck."
"Molluck? What would he want?"
"For us to kill Ranrs."
"An assassination? What if we got caught?"
"Have we been caught before?"
"No."
"There you go, then. We won't get caught. Lighter."
Luigi passed Frank a cigar and a small steel lighter.
Frank took one of his skinny arms out of his trench coat and took the cigar and lighter in one hand. He put the cigar in his mouth and lit up.
"Excuse me, sir," A voice said to Frank.
"What?" Frank answered, agitated.
"You're not permitted to smoke on the train."
Frank looked up and saw a tall, skinny Mudokon in front of him.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm going to have to con-UGH!"
There was a loud bang. Frank had pulled put his gun with his right arm and shot the Mudokon (that was Toby).
"No-one's getting this lighter. It has been in my family for generations. Anyone calls the cops, and they get the same as our little Mudokon friend here. I suggest you get him to a hospital."

Patrick - thank you

Also - do not worry - Yaj will not die (unless you really want him to). I am not one to god-mod. In fact, I'm currently not aware of the whereabouts or if he's in your character list. Let me check.

alf's brother's mate · #**173** 08-25-2007, 02:33 AM

Tyre watched as the train roared away down the track, heading for the next place on it's travels. Tyre hadn't really been anywhere in his travels, but then again, he hadn't really intended to. The cards were red, a dark shade of crimson on the back. Who knows what lies on the front.

Munch's Master · #**174** 08-25-2007, 08:38 AM

OOC: If the following gambling trickery by Jerik is god-modding or demmed unfair, I'll change it. Of course he could get rumbled on his trick if you want, but I don't want him kicked out.
IC:
Jerik glanced up. "Ah, another new arrival." he said to Salve.
"Now we just need a staff member to deal us out and we're set. Unless you want me to do the honours as our mudokon friend suggested." He explained, referring to Tyre. If he got to deal this'd be easier than he'd even imagined. He instructed Slak to light his cigar and took a deep puff on it, breathing the smoke out and briefly clouding the air around the table.
Jerik told Slak to take hold of the deck for him and deal it. He watched as the plan was put into action. Slak clumsily shuffled the cards on purpose, then dropped them right by Jerik's chair. Inwardly, Jerik smirked, outwardly, he was 'irritated'. "You clumsy oaf! I should've had Flak down here and you drop my bags off. Odd knows all you're any good at is dropping things!"
Slak 'apologised' as he scooped up the cards. "Sorry boss." He scooped the real cards up but as he did so, under the pretence of straightening the deck, surruptitiously switched the deck with Jerik's deck- with magnetic ink used to print the card values, which Slak could pick up on on his special mask. He put the specially marked deck on the table, a standard-issue casino design deck other than the ink, so it was identical to the original, standard-issue deck.
Jerik sighed "One of you shuffle it. Don't give it to my moron of a guard, he'll drop 'em again.
'Perfect', he thought 'Provided that cunning Slig who first arrived (OOC:Copper) doesn't spot my switch, I'll know exactly what cards everybody's got. Easy money.'
~~~~~~~~~
OOC: Pat, Slak's taken a while being directed to his room (entirely my fault) so I'll speed it up a bit.
IC:
Flak finally arrived at his Jerik's room- one of the Presidential Suites. He jabbed at Chic to try and get him to leave, and started unpacking Jerik's bag as ordered. His and Slak's shared room was back nearer the entrance, Labor Room 17. He carefully sorted Jerik's clothes, cigars and other accessories out, knowing that Jerik didn't want the staff to see his possessions, then locked the room and headed to his and Slak's room.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Marty noticed a train arriving. 'ooh good, customers. That gives me something to do ,which means I can get away from here soon. He readied the guide brochures.

alf's brother's mate · #**175** 08-25-2007, 08:42 AM

Tyre stopped suddenly, and looked across at jerik.
"I saw that." He mouthed to jerik. This was one mudokon who was not easily conned.
Tyre glanced around and saw no-one had seen him. He looked at his cards. They werent actually bad! He looked across at jerik to see his expression in response to Tyre's words. Tyre supposed he wouldn't be that surprised-it was very sharply done, but Trye had eyes like an eagle.

Munch's Master · #**176** 08-25-2007, 09:15 AM

IC:
Jerik refrained from replying, but gave Tyre a subtle look as if to say 'Keep it quiet, and we can both earn out of this.'
His devious mind was whirring away like a steam engine. 'Hmm, that complicate things. Still, provided only he knows...heh. I'll get it down to the 2 of us, secretly offer a split pot, then frame him for the switch and demand I win by default. If that looks like it won't work, I'll pin it on Slak. Very useful having blindly loyal lackees who do the actual dirty deed for you. Heh.'

alf's brother's mate · #**177** 08-26-2007, 06:56 AM

OOC:
Sorry for the bad news OddJobAbe, If you read my characters original profile on Pg4, You will see that Tyre wants revenge. This is a subtle message which says "I want to kill Raj." This just means you have a little competition.
(and same goes for me Patrick, I will only kill raj if you say i may.)
(also pat, where is Raj normally found? If so, can you also tell me where this room is, and all of the security measures to do with it? PM me this please)

IC:
Tyre looked at Jerik, and placed several moolah on the table.
"Call." He said, looking Jerik in the eye. This would put pressure on him to equal Tyre's call, but either way, if Jerik lost, Tyre would share the money as a scheme, but if Jerik won, everyone would be told about his cheat. Either way Tyre won.

dragonzardman · #**178** 08-26-2007, 08:44 AM

OOC: I leave note i'll be gone for 2 weeks and pandamoneum breaks loose

Patrick Vykkers · #**179** 08-26-2007, 03:35 PM

OOC: Well, Yaj is normally found in his office, which is laser grided to only let through those of a specific genetic pattern (Namely, those Yaj has personally approved), bugged with 30 different mikes and cameras connected to the main security room. The only other way to enter is to be part of the fire department, enter a fingerprint, enter an executive code and then disarm the 3 security guns, which have more power than a Blitz Packer.

alf's brother's mate · #**180** 08-27-2007, 12:28 AM

OOC:
Okay... er thanks, i will work on my attack, is this okay with you pat?

IC:
Tyre locked gazes with Jerik once more.
Although Jerik knew what cards he had, he didn't know what Tyre was considering doing with them. He had only bet 100 moolah, so it would be an easy call to follow, but it was whether Jerik was prepared to risk a victory for the sake of his usage of the casino. Tyre would tell everyone what he had done with the decks. He would be able to prove it as well if he could get his hands on both of the card piles.
Jerik was obviously pondering what do do. Go with TYre and split the winnings, or go for a win and make Tyre keep his gob shut. The late option though, would be tricky.

OOC:
Extra char for me please?

Name: Pere

Species: Mudokon

Gender: Male

Age: 13 Human years

Class: Worker

Personality: Shy, and unsure of himself. Is also a bit of a glukkon's pet, snitches on anyone for anything.

Equipment: A mop, and some bleach

Weapons: None

Biography: Has worked in the hotel across the road from the casino for as long as he can remember, and has a similar hatred for the glukkons. Maybe he could have the last laugh, and with that other mudokon called Tyre across the road, Maybe he actually could avenge himself... But he had to make friends with Tyre first.

IC:
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After showing another few people to their rooms, Pere sulked off to the staff room and sat down in a heap. He stuffed a few roots in his mouth, but then decided he hungered for sweeter foods, and he headed for the caf'e in the casino, this is where he saw Tyre at a poker table. He ignored him.