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Grumpy Raptor Seeks Punching Bag [Open]

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 humans did not see it that way, he could tell. They laughed at him. And the one thing Red Snout hated was to be laughed at. He was a skilled warrior, a good hunter, and enjoyed a decent position of respect at home. Here? Here he was a stranger among strangers, made even more different by the fact that he was a raptor and not human.

It angered him so to be laughed at. He must rectify his humiliation, he decided, and soon. Preferably by beating up another crew member where others could see and then they would know his abilities were not a joke. Then they would know why the Swiftclaw tribe had lived in the same land for generation on generation, why nobody, not even a T-rex, had driven them from their hunting grounds. Yes, they would learn to respect Red Snout.

"Stupid humans..."

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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.

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?"

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

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."

"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...

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.

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.

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."

"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?

"Un or deux?" Gambit echoed, his eyebrows arch with amazement. "Really? Now dat I find hard to believe."

"Why is that? And how many of your disgusting young have you fathered, him?" He eyes the human, trying to figure what this human was about.

"Because you an asshole, mon ami," Gambit replied, still grinning as he made fun of the raptor. "And Gambit don't got no kids. But he got plenty of dames."

He blinks. Since when did females care about personality? They liked strong males to have clutches with.

"What does that matter? I have won several females in my time." He snorts. "I think you would think all raptors are, as you say, 'assholes,' human." He tilts his head to one side, examining Gambit.

"I suppose a human female would think you a suitable mate. But why no children? Do you not wish for your tribe to go larger and for your line to continue?"

"My tribe? Non, I don't got no tribe either," he answered, leaning up against the wall of the hallway. "I more of a solo act. Better on my own. Easier dat way."

"No...tribe?" The very concept is foreign to Red Snout. Everybody has a tribe. Unless they're a freak. Which means this human is not to be trusted.

"Humans are strange."

"Says you. You de one walkin 'round talkin to yourself," Gambit pointed out. "Now who de strange one?"

"Still you. Thinking out loud helps me gather my thoughts." Ha, that showed the human.

"Dat so? Bon, Gambit don't know what kinda thoughts need gathered 'bout 'stupid humans', but if you say so, mon ami," Remy replied with a round-about insult of the raptor's intelligence.

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.

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.

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...

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."

Oh god, oh god, oh god...It smells like a a butcher's with athlete's foot!

She barely manages to stammer out a reply. "S-sure w-w-w-w-what is it?"

He none too gently pokes her in the side, hissing.

"You will teach me the human writing and reading, so that I may follow your communications. And you will tell no one that you are teaching me!"

Yuri squeaks and flinches. In response, feeling the spike of pain, Borg lashes out with a phalanx of drills, closing of a metal flower and cage, whirring organic steel.

"No Borg!" She cries, commanding the symbiont to stop, which it does, humming and growling before retracting its own claws.

It wants to learn to read?! This was certainly a new development. It would be comical if she weren't so terrified.

"O-o-o-of course Snout-san, w-when would you l-l-like me to start?"

The Raptor jumped back with a surprised growl, dropping into a defensive crouch before Yuri called the symbiont off. Heh. Good. The human had control of the thing and the thing would not attack. Good. Red Snout ponders this question for a moment, stroking his snout with one claw. Hmm.

"We will start tomorrow. You may come and find me tomorrow morning slurping down that disgusting stuff they call food."

"O-oh k-kay..." A small idea occurs to her. This strange and scary creature that she wished would just go away already was almost as confused by Stacy's eccentricities as she was. Might as well get a bit more on its good side by helping. "T-there's a way to make it taste b-better. Take it to the s-s-sensorium and ask Stacy to m-make it taste better."

Blinkblink. Wait, there was a way to get better food here? That actually made him a bit happier, though pushing the girl around had begun to do that anyways.

"Really? Just take it to the sensor-ee-ums? Or whatever they are called?"

"Y-y-yeah although you should probably be specific about it b-b-ecause maybe Stacy doesn't know what Velociraptors eat and might m-m-make it taste good to a human..." Honestly she has no idea what they like and is afraid of offending him by suggesting he eat a dinosaur that is forbidden or not tasty or something.

"Hm. Yes. I will remember this. You have been a great help to me, little Yuri." Hey, he used her name. That's a good thing, right?

"I may decide not to eat you. Now run along." He waves a claw dismissively.

< 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. >

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?"

< 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. >

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...

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