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donttouchthefur) wrote2014-12-31 11:33 am
donttouchthefur) wrote2014-12-31 11:33 am
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first escape
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[When the feed clicks on, there's what appears to be a raccoon staring at the screen, teeth bared and lips pulled back into what might be a vicious smile, if smiling was a thing raccoons were capable of. He's dressed in what can only be called a jumpsuit, made of red fabric and dark leather, and if the utter chaos that can be seen behind him is any indication, he's not exactly thrilled to be there.
When he speaks, however, there's no trace of that, only sharp humor and the kind of arrogance that says this is only a setback. Temporary.]
Two joints in two days? I'm flattered, really, wasting all that time and money on little ol' me. Sorry about that last one, but if you look in the depths of your measly breeder hearts it was a cakewalk and you know it.
So who are you, Nova or Kree? Not that it matters. We're all screwed either way, right?
[SPAM]
[They'd given him a communicator, and honestly that was all he needed to know about the place. They were soft, they were stupid. He'd be out of here in no time, and never mind Ronnan and his stupid giant hammer. If the Galaxy was doomed he didn't want to be anywhere near the center of it, and okay, so what was the point, he knew that, but survival instinct was strong.
First order of business after seeing what bit on the network was seeing what he had to work with, including the comm. Depending on how it worked, what kind it was, he could use it to hack or blow something up or at least zap something, but when he pulled it apart it exploded, showering him in confetti and multicolored string and Styrofoam pellets. What the hell...?
So much for that plan. Whatever, he'd figure out something else. Had to be plenty of patsies to work, every place had at least one.
He ventured outside the cell after that, roamed the halls he found on the other side, and it was way nicer than anyplace he'd been before, way too cushy for a real prison, but he could work that too.
He worked his way into the ductwork, easy enough with his size and claws, peeked a head out wherever he found a grate; other cells, communal bathrooms, a gym, a library... A few wouldn't open, so he scratched and clawed and pulled and cursed at them, eventually moving on when they didn't give. Had to find a tool for it, he'd come up with something. Come back to it.
He found the deck, climbed the railing to stare at the stars, try to pick out where in the universe they were. If he could figure out where he could maybe figure out a way off, somebody to contact, something to take advantage of. He found the mess eventually, ventured in when he finally got hungry enough, walked across the floor like he owned the place, like he wasn't two feet tall (and he knew that was being generous). Like he was somebody not to be messed with.]
[When the feed clicks on, there's what appears to be a raccoon staring at the screen, teeth bared and lips pulled back into what might be a vicious smile, if smiling was a thing raccoons were capable of. He's dressed in what can only be called a jumpsuit, made of red fabric and dark leather, and if the utter chaos that can be seen behind him is any indication, he's not exactly thrilled to be there.
When he speaks, however, there's no trace of that, only sharp humor and the kind of arrogance that says this is only a setback. Temporary.]
Two joints in two days? I'm flattered, really, wasting all that time and money on little ol' me. Sorry about that last one, but if you look in the depths of your measly breeder hearts it was a cakewalk and you know it.
So who are you, Nova or Kree? Not that it matters. We're all screwed either way, right?
[SPAM]
[They'd given him a communicator, and honestly that was all he needed to know about the place. They were soft, they were stupid. He'd be out of here in no time, and never mind Ronnan and his stupid giant hammer. If the Galaxy was doomed he didn't want to be anywhere near the center of it, and okay, so what was the point, he knew that, but survival instinct was strong.
First order of business after seeing what bit on the network was seeing what he had to work with, including the comm. Depending on how it worked, what kind it was, he could use it to hack or blow something up or at least zap something, but when he pulled it apart it exploded, showering him in confetti and multicolored string and Styrofoam pellets. What the hell...?
So much for that plan. Whatever, he'd figure out something else. Had to be plenty of patsies to work, every place had at least one.
He ventured outside the cell after that, roamed the halls he found on the other side, and it was way nicer than anyplace he'd been before, way too cushy for a real prison, but he could work that too.
He worked his way into the ductwork, easy enough with his size and claws, peeked a head out wherever he found a grate; other cells, communal bathrooms, a gym, a library... A few wouldn't open, so he scratched and clawed and pulled and cursed at them, eventually moving on when they didn't give. Had to find a tool for it, he'd come up with something. Come back to it.
He found the deck, climbed the railing to stare at the stars, try to pick out where in the universe they were. If he could figure out where he could maybe figure out a way off, somebody to contact, something to take advantage of. He found the mess eventually, ventured in when he finally got hungry enough, walked across the floor like he owned the place, like he wasn't two feet tall (and he knew that was being generous). Like he was somebody not to be messed with.]
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[Pause.] Bounty hunt gone bad?
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[He laughs, dry and sarcastic.]
I wish. Why, you a merc or somethin'?
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I am really good at improvising.
But I'm guessing you won't have to worry about it for a while, while you're on board, at least.
[He shakes his head.] Nope. Army. Earth. Unless you know what SHIELD is.
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[Ha ha no not even a little.]
I'm not gonna be here for long. Haven't met a prison yet I couldn't get out of.
Oh, great, another Terran. Lucky me.
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Was that your bounty? [Because if you're just going to give it to someone else, that might not be a good plan, right?
And he's got to smile a little at that.] Maybe not, but this one might give you a little more trouble than the rest.
Yeah. There are a lot of us, around here. But you aren't the only one who's not.
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[He snorts at the question though.]
Yeah, for all of ten seconds before we figured out what it was. And then it exploded a little bit so...yeah not so much.
I'd hope so, otherwise what the hell kinda place is this.
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Sounds like a smart move, then. [And a little safer, for you know, everyone involved.] So what, are those Nova and Kree after it too, then?
I guess you have a point. Although I admit, my contact with alien species had been pretty limited, before I signed on here.
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Of course I have a point. So what'd you deal with before you got here?
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The Asgard. And the Chitauri.
There's one of the former on board, actually. He's the one that brought the Chitauri to Earth.
He's an inmate. [Naturally.]
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["Those idiots" being, of course, his friends, but whatever. He doesn't care IT WAS STILL SUPREMELY STUPID which makes them, by extension, idiots.]
Oh, yeah, I heard about that. Sorta. I'd apologize for your first contact bein' with a full-on invasion attempt but who am I kidding, that's usually how it starts.
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[He lets out an almost tired laugh. God, he's not sure he's ever been involved in a crazier fight.] Is it? I sure hope it's uphill from there, then, because that was a hell of a fight.
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Only 'cause you didn't know what you were doin', right? You're little babies, don't have anything good to use against 'em so of course you practically get your asses handed to you. You figure it out, get your collective act together, maybe you won't almost lose so bad next time.
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[He laughs a little, at the idea of being called "babies," but... maybe Rocket is right.] Yeah - but thankfully, it was only practically.
I'd like to think we'll be better prepared, the next time.
[He doesn't know for sure, but he knows now that the team they have can be a team. And that every one of them is willing to do what it takes to stop another threat like this.]
I'm okay with there not being a next time, though. At least they're gonna have to get there the hard way, if they want to come back.
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[There's something bitter in the words, something darker, something almost openly sad, but only almost. Rocket stuffs it down; he's not going to show weakness to some human stranger if he can help it.]
There's gonna be a next time. Can't be avoided; they know you're there and not complete idiots they're gonna come back. Somebody is, anyway. May not be them, may be somebody who ain't gonna try to take you over, but somebody's gonna show up.
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[But committing your life to something isn't always easy.
And hearing that it's likely not the last time someone's going to visit Earth... it makes sense. Even if it makes life a whole lot more complicated, too.] At the very least, then, I guess a guy can hope they'll give us a breather in between. We've got plenty of our own affairs to get in order.
Although nothing unites people like a common enemy...
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You're kiddin' me with that, right? Nothin's worth dying for. 'Cause then you're just....dead. And what's the point of that? Just makes everybody cry and act stupid and you ain't even there to enjoy it.
...you lookin' to make friends?
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I guess you do miss the party, though.
[He smiles wryly.] Doesn't hurt. How're you supposed to get much of anywhere without friends?
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[He scowls then.]
I had a friend. I don't need another one.
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But it's a personal choice. Maybe you'll never find something you think is worth it, and that's fine, too.
[Friend, right -] The... okay, I don't know what he was. Groot, though, right?
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But the mention of Groot...well that's unexpected.]
You know Groot?
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I talked to you, too, actually.
Your friend was a little less, uh. Verbose.
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Yeah, words ain't his strong point.
[Really it's just that most people can't understand him, but Rocket's not about to correct him.]
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[He nods.] Conversationalist or not, it's nice to have someone around for company, though.
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