[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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[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.