[CLOSED] Now I know I got to play my hand. What the winner don't know, a gambler understands.

[beatupgrass]

Who: Rocket (beatupgrass) & various others
What: A series of closed prompts for stuff Rocket is up to this month.
When: From September 1st to September 13th
Where: Various places.
Warning(s): Some vaguely alluded to cybernetic surgery. Will update as needed



[PROMPTS BELOW.]

Comments

[antipathic]

I have no... friends.

[ but he supposes that rocket is on par with that now. and maybe a few others not with mentioning, but don't worry. ]

However, I will keep your assistance in mind. If this works, then you'll have made an ally of me.

[ he'll protect him... even though rocket doesn't seem like someone that needs saving if he's capable of such weaponry. but as soon as the metal is lined up with the severed part of his arm, it's as though his body absorbs, assimilating with it.

sesshomaru hisses; the pain is excruciating, but it doesn't make him lose his cool. ]

[beatupgrass]

Yeah, they're overrated, anyway. [HAHAHA FRIENDS. WHAT FRIENDS. ROCKET DOESN'T HAVE ANY FRIENDS EITHER. WHO NEEDS THOSE, AMIRITE?

Ahem.] But I could always use allies [that I've basically manipulated through services rendered into trusting me].

[He might be on the way to say something else, but the second he's starting to calculate how best to connect metal to flesh, he's treated to... that. He makes a noise and stumbled off the chair, hitting the floor with enough force to probably wind a normal animal. He skitters to his feet and stares, wide-eyed.]

The fuck is- shit. That's never happened before.

[It seems to have... actually done what it needed to do, but that doesn't change the fact that his body sort of just

absorbed

a cybernetic arm.]