video; un: ROCKET | happiness is a warm gun

[beatupgrass]

[Here we have Rocket, our local raccoonoid, contributing his part of the planning.]

So I don't know shit about dragons, but I do know a few things about fightin' giant monsters, and I want these dudes to fail so bad in their stupid plan that they die humiliated. That would give me an extreme amount of satisfaction. So! I got a proposal.

See, everybody's got their little contributions to this cause, and this is mine- I build things. Specifically, I build gadgets. Tech, weapons, bombs... Mostly those last two. The problem is that unless y'all want me to start ripping non-essentials off the station while those Natha jerks are off on vacation or whatever, I don't have the materials to arm everybody who wants it.

Ergo if you want bigger and badder weapons, you need to come to Wyver and bring me whatever you got that I can make something worth your while with. We'll discuss the payment particulars later.

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[beatupgrass]

Shaddup.

[NO IT'S NOT!! Also Ugh. Why are you like this, Morgana?? How dare you be so... adorable and nice.]

Like what? 'Cause I am kinda down an assistant.

[monya]

Uh... just anything new, really. Back home, I taught my partner how to make lockpicks and other pieces of equipment when we went on adventures.

[ AKA heists. also he can't help it! despite not WANTING to be a cat, it's part of that... feline charm or something? ]

I'd say I'm pretty good with my hands. Paws. Claws.

[beatupgrass]

Uh-huh. [he sighs like Morgana has just YANKED HIS ARM about this, even though... he hasn't. this is all you, Rocket. you're a sad, lonely creature.] Okay, kid, consider this a trial run. You show me what you can do equipment-wise and I'll show you how to make it better.

[monya]

[ disagree, Rocket is a blessing. a small, angry blessing with a penchant for loudness and explosions. the best. ]

Okay. I can do that. [ and it'd give him a chance to work on something again, a little more complicated than the lockpicks and smoke bombs that he was used to crafting. ] Maybe you can build something and we can compare afterward?

[ like a competition! something fun, distracting, and honestly he wins either way. ]

[beatupgrass]

Yeah, sure. Whatever. Anything to take the edge off this crap. Ever since this started, I've been feeling like I need to bolt, and I hate that feeling.

[Prey instinct is fucking BULLSHIT. He is an evolved mammal!! He does not deserve to have that weird anxious feeling all the other creatures in El Nysa feel.]