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re_alignment2013-02-07 10:36 pm
wrex_it_krogan) wrote in re_alignment2013-02-07 10:36 pm
[Video; Originating from the Junkpile]
[The network turned on by accident, we’re not models. The communicator flips on to an unusual show. Anyone expecting anything norman should give up just now, because onscreen is a lopsided communicator camera in the middle of a scurrying horde of mechanical centipedes. In the midst of this chaos stands one surly lizard man and an ever surlier racoon. Pumping his rifle, he nods to the smaller creature.]
With the network, we’ll see who gets the high score.
[In other words, bring it on, little furry man.]
[Rocket, whether he’d admit it or not, was having the time of his life right now. This was the sort of thing he lived for and he was bored when he wasn’t able to get into the midst of the action.
Tail flicking as he glances at Wrex, recharging his laser pistols real quick, the raccoon smirks.]
Might as well quit now, mate, because this one is all me.
[Oh he’ll bring it, and he doesn’t plan on losing either.]
Pickings are slim enough as it is, can’t have you hogging all the glory...but I’ll throw you a bone.
[The krogan loads up his blaster and takes aim for the first charging centipede. One shot, right between the...well, whatever you’d consider a head. The krogan smirks right back at Rocket before blasting away two more.]
Three.
[The raccoon snorts, rolling his eyes as he fires off a few shots of his own, his weapons not doing as much damage as the krogans via a single shot but hey, he gets the job done with three shots to each of the two centipedes he goes after.]
This is only the farkin’ beginning, mate. Don’t get cocky now.
[He darts around Wrex and fires at another, ears falling back as he catches sight of another one out of the corner of his eye and turns his other pistol on it, firing at that one as well.
Another tail flick accompanies a satisfied look.]
Four, you farkin’ amphibian thing.
[Only a small annoyance, as noted by the irritated grunt coming from the krogan. Wrex fires two shots to finish off a pesky centipede. Once he’s done, he charges up his biotics, heading into a group of three creatures. With a burst of zero energy, Wrex catapults them back with the force of two charging krogans. The ones not dead look to be malfunctioning.]
Seven. Not bad for an amphibian, isn’t it?
Oye! Just because you’re built like a farkin’ tank doesn’t mean you can get cocky!
[He’s not going to let size keep him out of the game though.
In fact..
Holstering his pistols quickly, Rocket darts over to the other and easily scurries up his back--having gotten good at this sort of thing hanging around much larger beings all the time--hauling himself up onto Wrex’s shoulder.]
Don’t move, scaly.
[The pistols are drawn and he uses his new vantage point to get good shots off at the malfunctioning ones, ending their wriggling, putting down three, then taking aim at another that’s coming at them.]
...gotta say, for a raccoon, that’s a nice shot.
[Even though he couldn’t throw you off his back. Sometimes these manly humps were a curse. He cocks his head.]
Just next time don’t use my back to swipe my kills. Hold on tight.
[Wrex cocks his rifle, blasting away two more approaching centipede. Seeing that Rocket got a good vantage point and all, he wouldn’t mind if Wrex just walks up to one of those things. Lifting one foot, the krogan smashes the centipede’s skull as it rears its ugly head.]
[Rocket resists the urge to yelp in surprise when the other starts moving, holstering a pistol to catch himself on Wrex’s armor. He shoots the other a half glare before focusing on what’s going on, unable to help the smirk that appears at the other’s methods.]
That’s one way to do it, mate.
[His ears perk suddenly, nose twitching before he turns quickly and fires a shot at one that had been approaching.]
Yep.
[Another centipede takes the dead one’s place. Acting quick, Wrex takes it out, execution style.]
How many was that? Lost count at ten.
Like I’d keep track of your count, mate.
[Mostly because Wrex is ahead at the moment, but Rocket isn’t going to let that go on for too long.
Shifting on the other’s shoulder, he reaches up and hauls himself up onto the krogan’s back hump, eyes narrowing as he fires some more shots off. Two more smaller ones go down before he’s turning to aim at a larger one that appeared in the fray, muttering a curse before using his back paws to keep himself steady as he draws his other pistol and firing. The larger centipede goes down finally, Rocket unable to help the content chittering sound that escapes him.]
Missed this sort of thing, not going to lie, mate. Oh, and that’s eleven for me now.
No substitute for the real action. Been itching to do this kind of thing for a long time.
[While Rocket is off firing weapons behind his back, the krogan will use more of his biotics. He charges up, lofting two offending centipedes mid-air. Redrawing his pistol, Wrex blasts twice, watching two dead creatures drop from the air.]
That’s gotta be eleven.
[Wait a second.]
What the fark was that?! Since when do you have farkin’ mind powers?!
[Now that was all sorts of cheating.
He scoffs and resists the urge to kick the back of Wrex’s head, taking aim at another centipede. His eyes narrow as he looks it over quickly, searching for the weak points that he’d been taking note of all this time and a well placed shot takes the small creature out.]
Hah!
It’s called biotics. Just about anyone with an implant and element zero can do it.
[Just sayin’, Rocket. You were born in the wrong universe. Wrex takes aim from a mid-range target, firing off a shot that takes the creature in the side.]
Sounds like a fancy way of saying you’re a cheater, scaly.
[He’s liking the sound of your universe more and more, Wrex, though he thinks you’d fit right in back in his as well.
The one that Wrex hits in the side gets a shot to the head as well, Rocket feeling quite smug as he steals that particular bug.
Just because.]
Getting sloppy, big guy~ Try to clean up after yourself next time.
(((OOC: Both Rocket and Wrex will be replying to this post.)))
With the network, we’ll see who gets the high score.
[In other words, bring it on, little furry man.]
[Rocket, whether he’d admit it or not, was having the time of his life right now. This was the sort of thing he lived for and he was bored when he wasn’t able to get into the midst of the action.
Tail flicking as he glances at Wrex, recharging his laser pistols real quick, the raccoon smirks.]
Might as well quit now, mate, because this one is all me.
[Oh he’ll bring it, and he doesn’t plan on losing either.]
Pickings are slim enough as it is, can’t have you hogging all the glory...but I’ll throw you a bone.
[The krogan loads up his blaster and takes aim for the first charging centipede. One shot, right between the...well, whatever you’d consider a head. The krogan smirks right back at Rocket before blasting away two more.]
Three.
[The raccoon snorts, rolling his eyes as he fires off a few shots of his own, his weapons not doing as much damage as the krogans via a single shot but hey, he gets the job done with three shots to each of the two centipedes he goes after.]
This is only the farkin’ beginning, mate. Don’t get cocky now.
[He darts around Wrex and fires at another, ears falling back as he catches sight of another one out of the corner of his eye and turns his other pistol on it, firing at that one as well.
Another tail flick accompanies a satisfied look.]
Four, you farkin’ amphibian thing.
[Only a small annoyance, as noted by the irritated grunt coming from the krogan. Wrex fires two shots to finish off a pesky centipede. Once he’s done, he charges up his biotics, heading into a group of three creatures. With a burst of zero energy, Wrex catapults them back with the force of two charging krogans. The ones not dead look to be malfunctioning.]
Seven. Not bad for an amphibian, isn’t it?
Oye! Just because you’re built like a farkin’ tank doesn’t mean you can get cocky!
[He’s not going to let size keep him out of the game though.
In fact..
Holstering his pistols quickly, Rocket darts over to the other and easily scurries up his back--having gotten good at this sort of thing hanging around much larger beings all the time--hauling himself up onto Wrex’s shoulder.]
Don’t move, scaly.
[The pistols are drawn and he uses his new vantage point to get good shots off at the malfunctioning ones, ending their wriggling, putting down three, then taking aim at another that’s coming at them.]
...gotta say, for a raccoon, that’s a nice shot.
[Even though he couldn’t throw you off his back. Sometimes these manly humps were a curse. He cocks his head.]
Just next time don’t use my back to swipe my kills. Hold on tight.
[Wrex cocks his rifle, blasting away two more approaching centipede. Seeing that Rocket got a good vantage point and all, he wouldn’t mind if Wrex just walks up to one of those things. Lifting one foot, the krogan smashes the centipede’s skull as it rears its ugly head.]
[Rocket resists the urge to yelp in surprise when the other starts moving, holstering a pistol to catch himself on Wrex’s armor. He shoots the other a half glare before focusing on what’s going on, unable to help the smirk that appears at the other’s methods.]
That’s one way to do it, mate.
[His ears perk suddenly, nose twitching before he turns quickly and fires a shot at one that had been approaching.]
Yep.
[Another centipede takes the dead one’s place. Acting quick, Wrex takes it out, execution style.]
How many was that? Lost count at ten.
Like I’d keep track of your count, mate.
[Mostly because Wrex is ahead at the moment, but Rocket isn’t going to let that go on for too long.
Shifting on the other’s shoulder, he reaches up and hauls himself up onto the krogan’s back hump, eyes narrowing as he fires some more shots off. Two more smaller ones go down before he’s turning to aim at a larger one that appeared in the fray, muttering a curse before using his back paws to keep himself steady as he draws his other pistol and firing. The larger centipede goes down finally, Rocket unable to help the content chittering sound that escapes him.]
Missed this sort of thing, not going to lie, mate. Oh, and that’s eleven for me now.
No substitute for the real action. Been itching to do this kind of thing for a long time.
[While Rocket is off firing weapons behind his back, the krogan will use more of his biotics. He charges up, lofting two offending centipedes mid-air. Redrawing his pistol, Wrex blasts twice, watching two dead creatures drop from the air.]
That’s gotta be eleven.
[Wait a second.]
What the fark was that?! Since when do you have farkin’ mind powers?!
[Now that was all sorts of cheating.
He scoffs and resists the urge to kick the back of Wrex’s head, taking aim at another centipede. His eyes narrow as he looks it over quickly, searching for the weak points that he’d been taking note of all this time and a well placed shot takes the small creature out.]
Hah!
It’s called biotics. Just about anyone with an implant and element zero can do it.
[Just sayin’, Rocket. You were born in the wrong universe. Wrex takes aim from a mid-range target, firing off a shot that takes the creature in the side.]
Sounds like a fancy way of saying you’re a cheater, scaly.
[He’s liking the sound of your universe more and more, Wrex, though he thinks you’d fit right in back in his as well.
The one that Wrex hits in the side gets a shot to the head as well, Rocket feeling quite smug as he steals that particular bug.
Just because.]
Getting sloppy, big guy~ Try to clean up after yourself next time.
(((OOC: Both Rocket and Wrex will be replying to this post.)))
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I did not know that rats could talk. Or that they were...so big. [Because you are a rat, right?]
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[It's growled, Rocket glaring daggers at the red medic as his tail lashes.]
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I lived on Earth too.
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I got that. I mean, you synthetics look real close to humans. Almost like they built you.
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And what are you even made of?
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Scales. Flesh. Blood. You know, organic stuff.
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Ah, that stuff. Do you come with a name?
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[He's talking to to Wrex. Is this one of those Reaper things again?]
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It's something some of us non-synthetics have. It helps us in combat.
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