RE: One Round Only: The
05-09-2017, 03:21 AM
Magnus stares at the robot. The raiders stare at the robot. "Do you know this guy-" asks Magnus, and he stops, because the raider chief asked him at the exact same time. "No," they both say, then Magnus shrugs and says "I'll handle the robot."
"My thanks," says the raider, who signals to her crew that they should probably haul ass out of here. Half their squad were still doing sick stunts round the front of the ship, generally harassing the populace and distracting the city-zens from the fact their normally-impregnable back walls were crawling with thieves (and also a unicorn?) courtesy of some nefarious crime bird. With the robot yelling at them though, the guards would arrive sooner rather than later - unfortunate, for these particular raiders were all about the sweet merch and definitely not all about that casual murder of those who stood in their way.
"Unless it's cops," added the raider chief.
"Oh yeah," Magnus nodded vigorously. "Fuck cops." He decided not to mention his horse's previous line of work. He cupped his wings (and also for good measure his robo-claws) around his beak like a megaphone. "Did you say pompoms and glitter!?"
"What." Bellowed back Johnson in the robot. "I can't hear you."
Magnus thought this was hecks of inefficient so he just spread his gorgeous wings and flew up at the robot's face. He tried perching on its shoulder but there was an orc there, which was awkward.
"Uh, hi."
"SSSH. I mean sssh"
Magnus abides with a wink, and goes and perches on the other shoulder and hollers in the earhole. "Hey robot."
"I'm not a robot, I'm a rock!"
"And I'm a biological mess of meat and hollowed-out bones in a feather coat. Don't hate. I'm like your official craft supplies supplier or whatever, but can you keep it down? My dudes down there were mining their own business out from under someone else's business, and now you've gone and upped the gig."
"I don't care?" said Johnson, but he did turn down his volume enough that maybe he did care. "Just get me my pom poms and glitter?"
"Fiiiine I'll hook you up," groaned Magnus, and he flew off to go find a craft store.
"My thanks," says the raider, who signals to her crew that they should probably haul ass out of here. Half their squad were still doing sick stunts round the front of the ship, generally harassing the populace and distracting the city-zens from the fact their normally-impregnable back walls were crawling with thieves (and also a unicorn?) courtesy of some nefarious crime bird. With the robot yelling at them though, the guards would arrive sooner rather than later - unfortunate, for these particular raiders were all about the sweet merch and definitely not all about that casual murder of those who stood in their way.
"Unless it's cops," added the raider chief.
"Oh yeah," Magnus nodded vigorously. "Fuck cops." He decided not to mention his horse's previous line of work. He cupped his wings (and also for good measure his robo-claws) around his beak like a megaphone. "Did you say pompoms and glitter!?"
"What." Bellowed back Johnson in the robot. "I can't hear you."
Magnus thought this was hecks of inefficient so he just spread his gorgeous wings and flew up at the robot's face. He tried perching on its shoulder but there was an orc there, which was awkward.
"Uh, hi."
"SSSH. I mean sssh"
Magnus abides with a wink, and goes and perches on the other shoulder and hollers in the earhole. "Hey robot."
"I'm not a robot, I'm a rock!"
"And I'm a biological mess of meat and hollowed-out bones in a feather coat. Don't hate. I'm like your official craft supplies supplier or whatever, but can you keep it down? My dudes down there were mining their own business out from under someone else's business, and now you've gone and upped the gig."
"I don't care?" said Johnson, but he did turn down his volume enough that maybe he did care. "Just get me my pom poms and glitter?"
"Fiiiine I'll hook you up," groaned Magnus, and he flew off to go find a craft store.
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woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow