[closed-ish] an' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation

[beatupgrass]

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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[beatupgrass]

[Well.

Now he knows that can happen.

Having never experienced a healer in his life, Rocket is more dumbfounded by that than he is about her leeching life force from the creature... and her bopping around. This is the weirdest fight he's ever been in and he's absolutely positive he looks like a giant incompetent right now.

Which kinda pisses him off.

He bares his teeth and snarls, knowing to stay close to the orb just by sheer instinct and starts firing off shots at the creature's back, catching it in the shoulder with a precise laser blast that the entire arm goes limp and it's left dragging itself around by one muscly clawed arm and no tail. Rocket aims another shot at the spine and with a wheeze that inflates the sac one last time, it falls to the ground at Moira's feet.

Rocket gives its severed tail a good kick.]

I hate this frickin' jungle.

[tellmehowthisfeels]

[The creature drops at her feet and she actually takes the time to kneel down and inspect it. Largely so she can remember what it looks like for later when she comes across it again.

Rising to her feet, Moira steps around it and over to her current companion. Who has finally shown he's not completely useless at least. That's a relief.]

And yet you returned. Clearly you felt something about this quest was worth coming back here.

[beatupgrass]

Yeah, it's called money. [Rocket rubs his thumb and forefinger together.] There are very few things I won't do for money when I'm hard-pressed.

[He considers collapsing his gun and then decides to hell with it, just in case something else happens.] I got a business to start up. I need all the crap jobs I can take 'til it's moving.

[tellmehowthisfeels]

[Ah greed. A powerful motivator for humans and apparently raccoons as well.]

And what might this business be?

[She's curious. To say the least.]

[beatupgrass]

Weapons, tech... Repair and design. I'm gonna call it the Killbox, so only people who're really serious about what they want end up there.

[He looks so proud of that stupid name.]

[tellmehowthisfeels]

[While she listens, she continues onward with where they're walking. Though she does lift a brow at the name. Killbox? Really?]

You design weapons then?

[beatupgrass]

It's kind of my thing. [He flicks his wrist dismissively, a movement made all the more surreal by how disturbingly human-like his tiny little hands are.] With the right materials and a strong need, I could blow up a planet.

[tellmehowthisfeels]

Impressive.

[She's not impressed. She sure sounds like she is though.]

You are able to design a wide variety of weaponry then. Not many can make such a claim.

[beatupgrass]

It's a bit limited here, but basically. Nadril opened up a hell of a lot of opportunities to get better scrap to work with.

[Rocket sniffs the air, stopping suddenly as a particular scent catches his nose and makes him sneeze.] Hang on. I think I got something.

[tellmehowthisfeels]

[She considers asking another question. However, his nose finds something and she decides instead to see if that nose of his is worth something. Perhaps he can be more useful to her than that pathetic ape in the end.

It's for that reason she remains silent while she waits to see what he's found.]

[beatupgrass]

[He drops down on all fours- as natural as being on two legs- and creeps close to the ground. It's a bit too canine for his liking and definitely taps into something in his animal hindbrain, but it's less about the smell and more about the feel of the ground underneath his sensitive hands. The smell is one thing, but the earth here feels particularly rich which is better for certain plants, and he steps ahead a few paces until he comes around the base of a giant, curved tree... And there are a couple of the blooms, sprouting in the shade, concealed by the knotted trunk.

He breathes a sigh of relief.] Found 'em!

[tellmehowthisfeels]

[And she's officially decided that this raccoon is worth something. She will have to keep that in mind for the future as she walks up closer and crouches down to inspect the plants as well. Apparently she doesn't mind getting dirty with how she gets down on the ground with him rather than simply waiting for him to bring the flowers to her.]

Good. They appear to be healthy as well so as long as they are transported safely they'll be of use.

[She's sure that Rocket will appreciate being able to get out of the forest as well.]

[beatupgrass]

Yeah, just let me dig out the roots.

[Rocket's no botanist and has said as much, but he did raise a baby tree from a sapling and had to repot him a few times before he was able to walk. When you're in that kind of situation, you develop a green thumb my necessity. Between that and his tiny and sensitive hands, he can two of the bulbs out with little issue, dirt still clinging the spindly pale roots.]

Just goes to show you that if fetching this crap for people were easy, they'd do it themselves. Honestly. [and then he grumbles:] But I appreciate the healing trick you did. That might've gotten bad if you hadn't been there.

[Wow gratitude burns.]

[tellmehowthisfeels]

[She finds it a shame there aren't more than the pair. She would have liked to see about taking one back for herself to study. Perhaps she'll just have to come back out here to find another later then.]

Oh? I never would have expected you to show gratitude towards a geneticist like myself.

[She seems mildly amused as she watches him take the bulbs out, offering her hands so he can place them there.]

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket goes rigid briefly just at hearing the word, even if he knows she's meant to be better than the people on Half-World if she can be believed. She hasn't given him the Eye yet, anyway. The look that says she's waiting for an opportunity to cut him open and see how he works.

He swallows and shoves the plant into her hands before taking the other for himself.] Don't get used to it. You haven't done anything to personally offend my delicate sensibilities yet.

[tellmehowthisfeels]

[Yet. She has a small feeling her very presence would if he knew what she was willing to do for science. The experiments she'd run on lab rabbits. Ah but he doesn't have to know that just now. Not when he's proven to be useful to her.]

I am decidedly less used to receiving gratitude than not. I can assure you I won't get used to it.

[beatupgrass]

Fantastic. [He gently puts the plant into the bag he's carrying on his side, and slaps the dirt off his hands.]

Well, c'mon then. Let's get back to dragon-lady.

[tellmehowthisfeels]

Dragon lady, hm?

[She's obviously more amused than offended.]

What inspired that name?

[beatupgrass]

She's a lady. She keeps dragons. [It occurs to him that has another meaning, and he rolls his eyes a bit.] It's ironic. She's actually pretty nice and has a lot of respect for the creatures in this place, which is better than some people.

[E V R A S.]

[tellmehowthisfeels]

I see? So you're using it because I'm the opposite? How clever.

[Her tone makes it hard to tell if she actually thinks it is or not. But there is a certain look of bemusement on her face.]

[beatupgrass]

Yeah, I am, ain't I? [He grins toothily and then starts walking back the way they came.] You can keep complimenting me on the road if you want.