NPF Avatars IV, Chapter V: Beyond the Wall of Teeth

[Arhra]

Arhra had just been trying to devise a means of procuring popcorn as it seemed there was about to be a messy fight going on. As Flare intervened to try and head things off, Arhra was reminded that intrapersonal conflict was not in her best interests if she wished to fulfill her goals. The only option was to be diplomatic. Regrettably, she'd neglected to bring her diplomacy hat. She'd have to improvise.

"I say, surely we can find a reasonable solution to this lamentable situation... my good chums? Are we not rational, thinking beings?" Being diplomatic did involve a lot of lying after all. It also seemed, inexplicably, to involve a British accent. "It would seem to me... my good chums... that 'twould be expedient to seek the wellspring of this conflict."

Taking a deep breath, Arhra continued, "The first circumstance would appear to be attitudes of one party having offended the sensibilities of other parties due to their offensive content (admittedly a highly subjective issue, but one that it would appear is against the group consensus due to a total lack of empathy for the plights of ones other than oneself) and thus giving rise to conflict of a physical nature with undesirable impact on group unity, meaning such behavoiur is unacceptable for successful peaceful interrelationship with other individuals who to adopt more conventional moral codes... my good chums."

Arhra inhaled again, "In order to resolve this dispute, I would suggest that we - RUN!" She bolted.

Her positioning meant that she'd been looking back down the tunnel and so had just seem the massive boulder drop ponderously out of a hole that had just irised open in the ceiling. Architectural anomalies like the tunnel's slope, closely toleranced, almost perfectly circular cross-section and complete lack of anything to shelter behind also had clicked together in her brain. Also, being flattened into a bloody paste by a really big rock would probably have a deletrious effect on her health.

Arhra's panicked mind was preoccupied with two thoughts as she raced down the tunnel, knowing the other NPF'ers and massive, heavy, painful, rolling crushing wouldn't be far behind. Firstly, she wasn't sure if there would be enough whips to save everyone and secondly that giant crushing boulders seem to be a potent means of stopping arguments.