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[Hello, Wonderland.

This is an unfeasibly large gun.

In fact, that's pretty much the entire broadcast right now- the four barrels of an unfeasibly large laser cannon. Off-screen, presumably wielding said unfeasibly large cannon, a Brooklyn-accented voice speaks up.]

I've been here two hours and I ain't heard any demands, so I hope I'm not stealin' your thunder if I skip the theatrics and move right on to the negotiation process. [There's a pause and then a dry laugh.] Oh, who am I kiddin'. I don't give a shit about your thunder. You took somethin' what belongs to me. Four somethings actually. They go by the names Peter Quill, Gamora, Drax, and Groot. They are completely helpless without me, so I get why you'd think they were the ones to kidnap. This will still go down in history as the dumbest move of your lives, so way to think strategically, you d'ast imbeciles.

Here's my terms. If I don't see all four of 'em alive 'n breathin' in the next six seconds, I'm gonna put a round in this communicator just for the hell of it. And then I'm gonna put about eight more rounds in your face. And after that I'll get real creative.

[The gun is lowered. And there is one pissed off raccoon now staring into the screen.] Do I make myself perfectly freakin' clear?

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[She droops. She hadn't meant to upset him, but that's what seems to have happened. She drops the cheery tone, adopting a more steady one in its stead.]

Don't you know? They didn't kidnap them.

[That... doesn't make it better. If Rocket's ears could flatten any more, they'd probably vanish inside his skull and all the simmering anger goes out of him, replaced by a brief moment of insecurity, like a dark place deep inside of him has risen to the surface like bile to choke him and remind him of all the truths he tries to play off as inconsequential.

He bites it down, squares his shoulders, and forces his bravado back into place.]

Makes sense. [He laughs, but it's bitter and hoarse and lacking the confidence he wishes he could put into it.] Like I said, they're useless without me.

Edited 2014-10-01 17:58 (UTC)

[Cy feels a flash of irritation for the devices. Between his body language and his thoughts it's clear he's miserable. She wants to rub herself against him, curl up next to him and give him her haphazard attempt of grooming.

He's not here though, so she does the best thing she can think of and nudges the lens gently with her nose, purring her most comforting purr, loud and rattling like something got caught in a blender.]

You're aces like space is, but they'll get by.

[Rocket's a little annoyed by the devices, himself, though... not for the same reasons. She's got him stirred up in a way he doesn't like and while normally that would spell violence in large capital letters, the weird pang of familiarity just makes him curious. Call it nostalgia or call it aggressive paranoia. She is someone he wants to keep his eye on, for better or worse.]

Where are you? [He stares at the gun in his hands and collapses it to its smaller, easier to carry, form.] I need a decent tour guide and I don't trust these humies not to gawk.

[That's... definitely a good ulterior motive. He really doesn't like the weird stares and awkward questions and inevitable name-calling he gets from... any species. But there's a lot of humans around here and they can be pretty vapid.]

The humies aren't so bad, but they stare worse than fish do.

[She starts to prance about in mock excitement. It's nothing even remotely like any human here's reacted to her so far really, but it conveys the same level of surprise if nothing else.]

Land alive! A talking cat! And... [She pauses to give him a look of awe.] I've never seen anything like you before.

[That is... potentially quite close to gawking, but she's not the most self-aware cat. She peers at the screen, trying to place his background. She's still new, but she's excited for the chance to show someone around already.]

Nobody move! Tour starts there.

[She scrabbles hurriedly away, leaving the device behind.]

[Okay, that gets a laugh at him, because he knows that reaction, even if he's more bitter and jaded about it than she is- she's also arguably younger probably. Hell if he knows, since he's not familiar with her species. (Just what her species resembles, but he'd know a flerken anywhere and it's her unfortunate luck to look like one.)

Steady, Rocket, he chides himself for his own amusement. You don't know where she's come from. The last thing he needs is to take comfort in familiarity and have it bite him.

And... then she's gone. He blinks at the empty device and then reaches down to turn it off.]

How the hell does she expect to even find me? [He asked... no one...]

[Cy's spent the last two days exploring so she does have a relatively good idea of where he is, though it does take her a few goes to get it exactly right. Still. It doesn't take her too long to find him. When she spots him she trots on over, dropping what looks like a small collection of junk from her mouth at his feet.]

Hi, Space Ace. I brought you food like humies do.

[She's had a lot of food from humies since she got here, though Rocket will probably like what she's brought him less since it consists of two small springs and a piece of chipped cement she found in the basement.]

[Rocket should probably feel bad for teaching her racial slurs, but he sure doesn't. He stares at her offering of "food" and declares that she is definitely not the dangerous type. If she's masterminding something here, she's either completely unaware of it or she's deceptively brilliant.]

Given the average prison system's take on dinner, this might be a step up. [he reaches down and picks up one of the springs, beginning to unwind it.]

Which planet did you come from? [Part of him- a small part of him- almost wishes she would say Half-World, regardless of how dangerous that can be for a multitude of reasons. Better to ask now than drive himself crazy figuring it out.]

[She watches him intently to see what he does with her offering, purring loudly if unevenly as he picks up one of the springs and starts to unwind it. She's taking it as his seal of approval so she's more than happy to answer his questions.]

The one with the blue and the green.

Terra? [He says it like he's actually stunned. Terrans don't have the crazy to do things like what's been done to her (and now that he can see it- that is definitely a sparkplug in her head). At least he never thought so. Then again, he's never been there as far as he can remember. Maybe if Quill's right, he was born there, but that doesn't matter.

Once the spring is unwound, he winds it again to make the coils slightly bigger this time and considering it's an absent gesture, it's simultaneously something he's done before and something that doesn't require much thought.] Didn't think they had the dark hearts for somethin' like...

[he trails off, realizing that's not something he should mention and goes quiet, pausing in his unwinding to scratch his neck. The gesture calls attention to the two metal brackets on either side of his chest, possibly intentionally, as a way to apologize for bringing up something he wouldn't want pointed out if it were him. A quiet note of, See, I have them too.]

I don't know. Maybe that's its other name. [Cy stands for many things, so she doesn't see why Earth couldn't have other names too. Names she hsn't heard of.]

There are dark hearts everywhere, Space Ace. Bright hearts. Red hearts. Black hearts. You can get them anywhere.

[She headbutts his leg affectionately, rubbing against it then rolling over at his feet.]

I have a spark plug in my head.

[She won't point out his, but it's her way of saying she doesn't mind him noticing hers. It's a less quiet note, but then again, quiet has never been one of her strong points.]

Okay, point. [He was happier thinking Terrans were the soft, squishy simple races of the galaxy, though. Not that he has much of an opinion on them, regardless, beyond Quill, but...

Not really the point here, is it?

He blinks down at her.] I noticed that. [His ears flick a bit, but given that he doesn't want to compare notes on their respective traumas, because that would be unpleasant for both of them, he clears his throat, eager to change the subject.] So... That tour thing.

[Cy staggers back up to her feet at that, running a circle around him then making for the door.]

All aboard the tour bus! Come on. You'll miss it.

[This... whatever she is. He's too old for anything with that much energy, but he follows at his own pace.] I ain't gettin' down on all fours to keep up with you. I got my pride.

[He only runs on all fours when it's a life or death situation, thank you very much. So she'll have to deal with his casual short-legged gait.]

I got mine too.

[She proves this by tucking up her back legs and proceeding to walk along ahead of him using just her front legs.]

[He stops short to laugh-snicker. It's like she found his sense of humor that doesn't involve other people's pain. Four for you, Cy Coco. You go, Cy Coco.]

You're a real piece of work, Cy.

[She looks pleased with herself as she drops down to all fours. When she's imitated Tag's walk with much more accuracy he's just been annoyed with her. She likes having her humour appreciated.]

I like it best on the ground. There's no shame using what you've got, Space Ace.

[But she slows down anyway so she isn't constantly rushing off ahead of him.]

[Give or take a few weeks ago, Rocket probably would have been annoyed and insulting, but her simplicity and innocence reminds him of Groot and he still feels a pang of guilt for mistreating him up until his death. Sure he got better, but that doesn't mean he doesn't still feel bad for being a dick.

He rubs the back of his neck, awkwardly, grumbling a bit- not at her. Just the whole d'ast situation.] What I got is a whole lot o' bells and whistles I didn't ask for.

[Including, but not limited to, his enhanced skeletal structure. There might be no shame in it, but he's spent a lot of time cultivating his attitude so people take him seriously as a person and not an animal.

He can't exactly say that to her though... That would probably be more insulting than he wants to be at this moment.] Might as well use 'em.

[She grumbles, ears flattening. He may not air that thought aloud, but she knows it's there.]

Doesn't matter what you do. Doesn't make you less an animal.

[She doesn't understand why he's so set on being taken seriously as a person. She's an animal and so is he. She's seen a little of what trying to become more human or animal than you're supposed to be can do from her time in the captivity of the Alchemist. She didn't understand it, but she knew that it scared her.

After a pause she adds a little quietly:] There's nothing less about being an animal.

Edited 2014-10-03 17:13 (UTC)

Yeah, tell that to the goons that kept callin' me an inferior species. [He says it without thinking, before it occurs to him that he never expressed those thoughts out loud and he stops short, staring down at her.]

...I didn't say that part out loud.

[He's seen telepaths before- they're not common out in the universe, but they're there. His ears twitch a bit and he looks askance, feeling a bit exposed. Just how loud has he been thinking this whole time?]

You said it. [It doesn't matter to her whether or not he said it out loud.]

No louder than anyone else.

So you read minds too.

[He tries to make a mental list of all the things he's thought since they started talking and realizes that is going to make him lose his marbles, so he stops and just looks awkward.]

That's an upgrade they never thought to give me. [And he's fucking grateful for it too. He already assumes people think the worst of him- he doesn't want to hear it too.]

I do lots of things.

[She's not sure if it's an upgrade either. She's never thought of it as that, but maybe he's right. Her memories from before the Alchemist are gone if they were ever there to begin with. Even she doesn't know what she was like before he got hold of her.

She nudges his leg.] Not everyone thinks the worst of you.

[Man, it's really hard to... not think. He makes an awkward sound like a chuckle and then reaches down to... give her a pat on the back like he would a person. He humans better than he animals. It's a hard life.]

Yeah, well, from where you're standin', I ain't that big a deal.

[And she is right. Unfortunately, most of those people are currently not here, so that leaves him with a bunch of idiots and this weird little thing who reminds him of Groot with telepathy and a better vocab. And baggage that matches his.]

[She pushes up onto her toes, purring. It's not as nice as a petting, but contact's contact.]

You ain't got no baggage here. They got nice things, see?

[She rushes ahead of him, waiting for him by the stairway as though it's something he should be impressed by.]

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