Exploration and Observation [Open]

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Tony (or Plays, depending on who you ask) has decided to poke around the ship now that he knows it's relatively safe (and his excitement from meeting Chief has worn off). And, after all, he can turn into a furry, nine-foot tall creature that can toss small cars. He's reasonably confident in his ability to beat off anyone who attacks him. Hell, he thinks he's a decent brawler, regardless. Don't grow up in the bad part of town without learning a few tricks. His explorations have led him to the observation deck and for a moment, he just stared out at the stars drifting by, at the vast emptiness of space. Then, he plopped himself into one of the 'chairs', giving the sculpture an uneasy look before glancing upwards again. He felt like he was being watched. Still...

He knew that he had supposedly been chosen to fight the impending apocalypse. He was one of the few remaining warriors who stood between the world and total destruction. He had a destiny, a job, a purpose. And even so, simply looking out into the empty blackness of space makes him feel very, very small indeed and the implication - that he's stuck far from home, his family, has finally settled in. He scratched at the back of his head and sighed, muttering to himself in Spanish "...mom, you better not get into trouble while I'm gone."

And so he sat, watching and waiting.

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"Man, you know what the Litany says - no challengin' of the Alpha durin' war-time. An' I think this damn well qualifies as war-time. So I'm tellin' you right now, that if you try to start shit because you wanna be higher in rank, I'm gonna come down on you like a ton a bricks. We clear?" he gives her a serious look before reverting back to his more playful nature.

"These? Man, I could hurt someone with these babies. An' I'm packin' heat too."

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"The Litany only speaks of the Alpha," says Bella, a little smugly. "I am not stupid."

Bella chuffs again at Plays' nails. "I would like to see you try. And heat... this is "gun", yes?"

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"Don't fight our crewmates, alright? We need to work with 'em, not make 'em feel hostile."

He nods with a grin and flexes one arm, "Check out these guns."

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"Perhaps later," Bella gives in. She hadn't been planning on picking any fights soon, anyway. Still, this seems like a problem that's not going to magically go away any time soon.

Bella watches the flexed arm, ears flicking forward in concentration as she tries to figure this one out. "I see no guns," she says, a little frustrated.

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"These guns, chica." He flexes again for emphasis, "Don't you know any human slang?"

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"Not well," she says, flattening her ears a bit. "Using words to mean other things that they don't mean. It is confusing."

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"S'English. Gotta get used to it."

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"I do not see why the Ship Spirit cannot make it make sense," Bella grumbles. "I can speak in Wolf or Garou and the humans here understand. Why can it not work the same?"

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"Sometimes the lit'ral meanin' and what it actually means are two very different things. S'just how it works. That's language for ya."