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

[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.

[cardsharkgambit]

Remy was also wandering the halls--still bored senseless--and playing with his deck of cards when he spotted the live, talking raptor walking by.

"Dis place just keep gettin weirder and weirder," he said, arching an eyebrow at passing reptile.

[raptorwithagun]

Red Snout glares balefully at the human. Stupid humans. Always nattering.

"Do you enjoy routinely stating the obvious as a hobby? Or are your brains as soft as your flesh?" Yep, raptors are jerks.

[cardsharkgambit]

Seemingly unaffected by the dinosaur's glare, Gambit continues playing with his cards, smirking back at the crabby reptile. "Ooo, dis 'gator got himself an attitude," he says in an amused tone. "Gambit bet you just a killer with de ladies."

[raptorwithagun]

"Firstly, I am not a 'gator.' Whatever such a thing is." He pauses, considering the next words.

"I have fathered a clutch or two in my time, yes. What is your point?" He was strong enough to win the affections of one or two females, what did this human care about such things?

[lilyofthedrills]

Yuri is walking happily, glad the meeting with the adults went well. Yet as she rounds a corridor, there's a familiar set of beady yellow eyes, breath like a fish market, and big, scary claws. She squeaks in fearful surprise as Borg's eyes turn to Xs.

[raptorwithagun]

Ohohoho! It's the little human. And no Kirk around to save her this time. He grins nastily (well, if Yuri could decipher Raptor body language, the would) and pauses, circling the girl.

"Hello again, Yuri. I hope you have been a good little human..." He pointedly licks his chops, playing up the 'predator' thing. Not that it needed much playing up.

[lilyofthedrills]

Yuri's arms cross in an instinctive gesture designed to protect the internal organs. She shakes and replies fearfully. "Y-y-yes I h-have..." Tears well up at the side of her big eyes, ready to fall at a moment's more agita.

Borg, meanwhile, directs his agitation outward. He flicks a ropy tongue at Red Snout, tasting the air. The aggressive pheremones the raptor puts out are matched by his own. Yuri may be defenseless by herself, but her symbiont is as much a predator as he is...

[raptorwithagun]

The raptor ignores Borg. He's not particularly worried about the thing. Last time he talked to the human, it did nothing. Still, perhaps best to keep an eye on it. He leans in close to Yuri, letting his breath wash over her face.

"I have a task for you, little human."

[tobiasf]

< They do mystify me at times. That's despite my being born one. I respect you, though. You know, when you get down to it, we have a lot in common. > Tobias said. < They actually say your kind could be my bird-kind's distant ancestors...>

He was too nervous to land; afraid he'd look like a tasty snack. < I became a raptor once. It's an excellent form, if a little hard to control at first. Wish I could still do it, but I can't. >

[raptorwithagun]

Red Snout hissed, turning his head side to side as he tried to figure out the source of the voice in his head.

"Who's there?" He sniffed and glanced up. Ah...the flying creature? It talked?

"You can speak? Interesting. And of course the raptor is a good form. It's the best. Great Scravis made it so." He laughs, pleased that someone else appreciates raptors, at least.

"How do you change forms? Magic?"

[tobiasf]

< Something like that. I don't totally understand it myself. >

Not a complete lie...een Ax wasn't sure how the cube worked exactly. Tobias wasn't totally paranoid about the morphing ability, but he wasn't exactly flaunting it all over the place either. Well, unless you counted the several times during the heat of battle,but even then he tried to be discreet.

< Birds of these type are also referred to as raptors. Although you guys would still have us for dinner if you could catch us...at least the kind I've seen would. >

[anoldtrickster]

Wednesday is stalking the halls, too. He's a sneaky old bugger-with Red Snout's distracting chain of thought, it might even take just long enough to notice him to be vaguely embarassing...