Grumpy Raptor Seeks Punching Bag [Open]

[raptorwithagun]

Red Snout roamed the halls of the ship, muttering to himself. His attempt to win leadership had failed (failed!) against the old human, who had proved more formidable then he expected.  It was no shame to lose, he knew, not against a chief (he knew now why the old one was chief. He was wily, tricky and even possessed some physical strength) but the

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[slainrobots]

Yoshimi had taken to wandering the halls aimlessly, peering into rooms, mapping the ship out in her head. She had managed to get herself lost yet again when she heard footsteps, and she hurried forward, hoping that whoever it was could maybe, possibly point her in the direction of the Sensoriums. She had poked her head into one of them a few hours ago and had happened to discover its use by unconsciously wishing that she had her favorite chair to curl up in and possibly die. She had been shocked when the chair appeared out of nowhere, but had quickly put it aside as one of the oddities of the ship. She was starting to feel the urge to go back and see what else the weird little room could do.

Her mildly entertaining train of thought ran off the tracks when she found herself staring up at a raptor. Not exactly what she had been expecting... She blinked and refused to say anything for a few moments lest she start screaming at Stacy for being so goddamn erratic in her choices for abductees. Superheroes, children, robots, and now a raptor.

"Dinosaur," she muttered vaguely, averting her eyes and wondering how much crap this guy was getting for not being fossilized. She was obviously not familiar with raptor body language, else she would have figured out that he was just a titch furious and backed away slowly.

[raptorwithagun]

Red Snout swiveled his head as heard someone approaching, hissing quietly to himself. Joy, another human. He sidestepped, then approached the woman. The carrion smell of his breath washing over her as he sniffed, then he gave a snort of annoyance, tilting his head to the side.

"Yes, I am. What of it, human?"

[slainrobots]

Living in a futuristic Tokyo for all of one's life apparently desensitizes one to bad smells. Yoshimi fights her gag reflex valiantly, though, and tries really hard not to cringe. She can't help the faint flinch she gives at his snort, though. After all, he's all... toothy and... raptory... and she's just a short Japanese girl who happens to be very good in hand-to-hand combat.

"Oh, nothing. I was just... you know... reveling in the... well, yeah. I haven't seen... uhm... yeah." Also, her social awkwardness has just reached an all-time high.

[raptorwithagun]

Humans. Such weak stomachs. He grumbles quietly to himself, examining the smaller woman as she tries to speak. Pathetic! Most humans are usually at a loss for words when looking upon such a fine specimen of raptorness, though.

"Well? What is it? Speak clearly? Are you afraid of me? Or do you wish to insult me? Make yourself heard, human!" He snarls quietly, more a sound of annoyance then of menace.

[slainrobots]

Her speech-fail is abruptly fixed by a perceived note of inter-species discrimination in the raptor's words. After all, Yoshimi is typically an indignant person. Her spine straightens, and she cants her head to one side.

"I'll make myself heard when I want to be heard, thanks," she says, eyebrows raised. "And I'm not afraid of you. I just haven't ever seen - or thought to see a live raptor before, so pardon me my tongue-tied self and don't call me 'human'. My name is Yoshimi. Pleased to meet you." This is her equivalent of sticking her tongue out at him. She would have done that, too if she hadn't been slightly scared of him biting her.

[raptorwithagun]

Oh yes, there's definitely inter-species discrimination there. After all, Great Scravis made the raptors and therefore they are the best! He huffs, a grudging respect for the human's backbone trickling into the raptor's voice. He can respect someone who stands up for themselves.

"Very well, Yoshimi. I am glad to see you have unknotted your tongue in order to speak to me more clearly. I am Red Snout, warrior of the Swiftclaw Tribe." He huffs again, faintly amused. "Did you want something? Or are you merely introducing yourself?"

It's worth noting that this particular raptor has a Winchester rifle and bandolier of ammunition slong on him, and what may or may not be raptor claws and human scalps are crudely tied to that bandolier.

[slainrobots]

She tries her hardest to look dignified as the raptor in turn introduces himself, but, as per usual, she finds her short surge of not-apathy fading quickly. Now she merely looked unimpressed.

"Well, hi," she says frankly, staring at him for a moment, hands on hips, before she allows herself to completely relax and stare vaguely past him. "Merely introducing myself. Uhm... do you know which way the... weird... white room thingies with the... well, I guess you can think stuff into them or something. I was in one and I wished for this nice chair I had at home, and the chair appeared, and it was pretty cool, so I want to go see if I can make other stuff happen..." Trailing off, she looks at him again, looking a bit exasperated at her own lack of appropriate words. "Do you have any idea what I'm talking about? They're little white rooms that I think we're allowed to go into and use for whatever their purpose is, which I'm guessing is... thinking? I don't know. Again, any idea?" It probably doesn't help that the magical translator-bit-thingie has ended up making her words a lot more vague; she was being a titch more specific in Japanese, but of course, the Japanese never reaches anyone's ears anymore.

[raptorwithagun]

He cocks his head, pondering his words for a moment as he tries to match her description with the places he has been.

"Oh! The rooms which make not-real places for you kill not-real enemies?" He manages to middle out what she was saying. And it's just as well he doesn't hear the Japanese. He wouldn't understand a word of it anyway.

[slainrobots]

"Uhm... maybe? Yeah, I'll just go with that. Yes. Do you know where they are?" The 'kill not-real enemies' bit makes her a little wary, but hey, everyone needs to take out frustration somehow. Of course, some people knit, but... Red Snout doesn't really look like a knitting kind of guy.

[raptorwithagun]

Red Snout is most definitely not a knitting kind of guy. He jabs a claw down the corridor, back the way he came.

"I believe they are in that direction."

[slainrobots]

"Oh, uhm..." Yoshimi follows the hallway with her eyes, blinking slowly. "Thanks." She feels a little rude just walking off, though...

"Well, uh, it was nice meeting you Red Snout. I'm gonna go play with the weird rooms. Maybe kill a few not-real enemies of my own. Er... I guess I'll see you around, being on the same ship and all." Awkwardly, she waves and edges past him, only glancing back at him when she was about to turn a corner. Raptors...