ROCKET (
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Who: Rocket (
beatupgrass) & various quest-goers, etc.
What: A catch-all for quests, etc.
When: September through October-ish??
Where: Various places.
Warning(s): Rocket's mouth, mostly.
[A catch-all for any quest logs I've made plans with. If I made plans with you during the CR meme for quests when they go up (or if you just want a thread), and I don't have you on plurk, PLEASE do not hesitate to PM me to do a starter for you. I would absolutely love to.]
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What: A catch-all for quests, etc.
When: September through October-ish??
Where: Various places.
Warning(s): Rocket's mouth, mostly.
[A catch-all for any quest logs I've made plans with. If I made plans with you during the CR meme for quests when they go up (or if you just want a thread), and I don't have you on plurk, PLEASE do not hesitate to PM me to do a starter for you. I would absolutely love to.]
LANCE (RISE OF THE RYDERS)
Since his arrival in El Nysa, Rocket hasn't been interested in any of the peacekeeping forces, but he made bad decisions to side with Cree and the Fangs, and that's cost him a bit, so he's begrudgingly accepted the Ryders.
So here he is, an irritated raccoonoid with a plucky(??) young partner, hunting down a crime syndicate in the Old City.] This place is bad news, kid. Watch your step... And, uh, try not to look like law enforcement or something.
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What he did not get the memo on, is that his patrol partner is apparently a talking raccoon. He's seen enough aliens on different planets to know not to stare too long, but he'd be lying if he said that he's 100% focused on the mission because there's a lot of novelty in talking to a raccoon all nbd, nbd. Luckily, Rocket's not necessarily asking if he's fully focused on the task at hand.]
Hey, don't worry man. I've never been mistaken for a cop in my life! [...is that supposed to be something you brag about, Lance. He laughs.] We're gonna blend riiiight in. Like ninjas!
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Like... Like fellow gangsters. I've been associated with the Fangs before. They might recognize me and wanna parlay or whatever. [And maybe they won't recognize him as an asshole some of them held captive. Eh, those guys are probably mostly dead. Maybe Rasyc didn't have a burn book that he shared with his posse.
Worth a shot, anyway. Stealth is easier when you're his size and alone, but this is a two person job.] Can you look tough?
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[Alright so no ninjas, even though ninjas are far cooler than gangsters in Lance;s opinion. He's not going to argue though because he's new to the place and Rocket's clearly got a better sense of what's going on.]
Don't I look tough now?
[...Actually, wait, Don't answer that and crush his dreams. He stands up straighter, shoulders pulled back, brow furrowed in a scowl.]
I got this.
[....as though any of this really changes the fact that he has the appearance of a leggy string bean.]
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Yeah, okay. [He scratches at the side of his neck. Just take the help, Rocket. You're not in the right state of mind to act like you don't need it.] So wily street urchin with something to prove. [He points at Lance.] Criminal genius. [He points at himself.] And whatever you do, don't pull a weapon until I give you the signal.
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Oh c'mon! I'm a paladin of Voltron! I'm as tough as [Shit analogies were never his strong suit.] ..a whale. [Nailed it.] And way too handsome to be a street urchin. [#priorities]
Nobody will ever believe that cover story.
[Rocket get him back on target....]
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[Rocket snickers and heads into the building, standing just a bit straighter. There's not much you can do about being three feet tall, but he's doing his best. Fortunately, the two men standing watch outside of the building that Rocket has staked out aren't gorillas. They're not much bigger than Lance, but way more convincing as street urchins. Maybe he should've had Lance muss his hair a bit.]
Hey you two, go and get your boss. Tell 'em Rocky and the Whale wanna have a little sit-down.
[Yeah, that's what you get, Lance.
The kids exchange anxious looks, and one nods and goes inside, leaving the other to watch them. He straightens up and crosses his arms over his chest trying to look bigger and he seems to be doing this all while making direct eye contact with Lance. Rocket rolls his eyes so hard they vanish into the back of his skull. The kids are gonna posture, aren't they? God help him.]