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"Indeed, I have, Monsieur de Raton... Which is why I am trying to preserve my own self, quite frankly." And of course, by extension, the contents of his pantry, from grubby, greedy little hands such as the ones picking through all his dried fruit and such as!

"What did you just call me?" he asked, pulling a blaster out of a holster on his back. Sure, he wasn't planning on firing it, at least not yet, but it was clear that this guy wasn't taking him too seriously. "I don't think you quite understand the concept of 'preserve', or 'avoid bodily harm', because it sounded like you were dangerously close to calling me a rat, and were you just trying to shoo me out of here? I am seriously offended. And I am also..." Rocket reached out, grabbing a piece of dried fruit and holding it up. "Taking this."

And with that point made, he jumped down off the counter.

"And that is all I'm taking, because you, mister, have the crappiest, most under equipped kitchen in the galaxy. Seriously, what kind of guy doesn't even have a microwave?" And, to emphasize his point, he popped the pilfered piece of fruit into his mouth and started chewing.

Yeah usually it's that squeaky little voice that I tell to shut up right before I do something foolish.

[ And Rayan's trying not to squeal because EE talking Raccoon! He's adorable and that squeaky voice in the back of her head is saying don't pet... She's trying hard not to really! ]

Edited 2014-09-17 06:08 (UTC)

"I'm sorry, m'sieur Raton, but--" He was in fact, calling him a "baby rodent", of course, but still-- he wasn't going to admit that, not with something that so closely resembled a Muggle pistol pointed at him... "Well, it's just a name for Raccoon, that I could think of off the top of my head... And as for the 'shooing away'--" Now a little bolder, though of course, Selwyn still pulled an apologetic grimace as he added, "Well, yes, I was, in fact, trying to shoo you away from my food... For the very simple reason that I do not want or need any fur clinging to my food, ta!"

And then, his grimace became coloured with confusion, as he heard the little rat refer to some sort of-- 'micro-wave'? "I'm sorry, but-- what is a Microwave?" His curiosity would get the better of him one day, rather like the cat, only he did not have Nine Lives to waste...!

Hello Selwyn, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of Selwyn

Yeah, well, this time you should probably pay a bit more attention to that little voice, because I? Am armed to the teeth, and I believe in something called personal. Space. Got it?

"Raccoon." He didn't sound much happier with that explanation than he'd sounded before. It was that word again. He heard Peter Quill use it, and now this guy was using it. All he knew is that Peter said he was one, and there were a ton of them back on Terra. Of course, the latter disproved the former in his eyes, so he said, "Don't call me 'raccoon'. There's nothing else like me. The name's Rocket."

Not that he really felt like sharing his name with someone treating him like vermin, but it beat him calling him that 'raton' garbage.

"And you really think my fur is that much worse than one of your greasy hairs?" he asked, offended. He put his blaster back in it's holster, however...for the time being. No need to threaten this guy while explaining microwaves.

"It's something you Terrans use for cooking. Peter Quill told me all about it. Don't tell me you guys had some major technological meltdown while he was gone." Because that was just what he needed after the Milano ran into some technological issues that forced it to land. A world where they forgot even the most basic tech.

[ She holds her hands up and hasn't moved closer. ]

Am I in your personal space? I know well enough to stay back. Though curious, what are you if you don't mind me asking. Armed that much you can't be a Lantern.

[Well, that was a refreshing change of pace. She actually asked what he was, and her first guess was actually a job instead of a species of rodent. That seemed to get him to relax a little, and he felt a bit less snippy.]

Ain't no word for what I am, because there ain't no one like me. If you're asking me about my occupation, though, I'm one of the Guardians of the Galaxy.

[It sounded big and important, and in a way it was. He'd helped save a planet from Ronan the Accuser, rescued countless lives, and so what if his career started out as more 'bounty hunting and vehicular theft' and the 'hero' thing came later with much reluctance?]

You one of these...Lanterns?

[ One of her friends spends most of his time as various animals, so she tends to shrug that one off as a first question. ] That's cool actually. And what's a Guardian of the Galaxy?

[ Hey closest she'd know would be Lantern Corps or Justice League, and neither she has had direct contact with. Though she laughs at his question amused. ] Not at all, I'm a Robin, there's half dozen or so of us, all Earth bound.

Because you deserve to know who you're playing with.

"In-indeed, Monsieur Rocket, of course there is nothing like you...!" Matthew can't help but smile slightly, as he considers the talking raccoon before him; not even kneazles -- kitties who have magical abilities to sense things such as their master being in trouble, have such human speech abilities...

"I mean-- sorry, M Rocket, but: yes, frankly, your fur is a different matter altogether... For one thing, there is no hair on my hands to cling to the food as I touch it, as with your furry little paws! And for another, my hair is hardly greasy; it's perfectly clean, and I'm willing for you to smell it, even, if you care to....!" He grimaced apologetically as he realised just what that presumed about the little raccoon: being a common rodent, scampering around in his hair, after all...!

((also, i do appreciate your ignoring of the Troll who's trying to ruin my good name here...! :( i mean, honestly, i'm hardly even daring to tag anyone over at BakerStreet anymore, without PMing them to make sure they are not someone who's told me to leave them be, and also actually want to tag with me! :( i mean, srsly: i do NOT mean to be all PREDATORY on ANYONE... and besides which, this weirdo troll has their information wrong; i am NOT under the username "anothergreymorning" myself, although i DO think i know who it IS, given which character it is...! :( poor girl, she does NOT deserve this harassment EITHER...! D: <3))

((You're a lying sleazeball and you have no good name to ruin.

Get out of DWRP and quit trying to trick newbies into playing with your harassing, kink-pushing, retarded ass.))

PS: And for the record, the real reason you're not posting on Bakerstreet anymore is because the mods there already gave you a warning about your dickhead behavior. The SWS mod never heard of you b/c most people are just ignoring you and hoping you'll go away, but I'm compiling evidence of all your harassment to give them so they can ban your ass. Better lube up.))

Edited 2014-09-18 22:26 (UTC)

Rocket pulled back, grimacing. "Look here, mister. I don't want to smell your hair. Also, I might point out that my hands have no more hair than a particularly hirsute human."

To demonstrate, Rocket held up one of his hands, wiggling his fingers. It was true, raccoon hands had less hair than the rest of their bodies, and the palms were completely bald, which served the wild and speechless counterpart well when feeling around in the water for fish. Of course, there was still the matter of the fur that started at the wrist, though was quite thick and noticeable there.

((OOC: I took note of it, but without any evidence on either side, I'm not going to believe or disbelieve anyone until I know more, since I hadn't heard of any of this before now.))

Edited 2014-09-20 04:48 (UTC)

Oh, nothing much. Member of a team that just happened to save a planet. [Yep, he was always up for a bit of bragging.]

Huh. Sucks to be you. [He'd hate to be stuck on this planet permanently. As far as he was concerned, it was a good thing that he just had to do a job, then he could go.] Personally, I don't plan to stick around any longer than I need to.

[ That makes her grin a little. ] I've done that once or twice... well helped with it. [ Though she doesn't like to brag.... too much. ]

Not really, I don't mind it at least, I have friends from off world, and a lot of their problems, put mine in perspective. [ She dramatically waved him on. ] Don't let me keep you then, though I'd steer clear of town center right now. Unless you want to deal with an army of alley cats. [ Which are not being lead by Catwoman, Selina Kyle has a bit more style than using her pets as a distraction. ]

Actually, that's sort of what I'm here about. Don't worry, though, I've got nothing better to do than stick around for...

[He checks a device.]

Three...two...one...All right, gotta split!

[And he begins running off as fast as his raccoon legs can carry him, tucking away the device and pulling out something that looks like a high tech alien bazooka.]

Like yeah. A lot.

[She's very good at it, she's just very unconcerned about organic made bombs. They tend to suck against Cybertronians]

Well then could you stand back a little? I'm trying to work here!

[And for Rocket and his small, squishy, very organic body, trying to disarm a bomb was very dangerous.]

Great, a raccoon to deal with cats... [ Granted Raccoon armed with a big ass gun, but still. ] I think I'll go help.

[ She shoots off a line zipping up to the nearest ledge running along it to make sure that the last of the civilians did make it out of the area. ]

Huh? Oh yeah sure...

[She edges back a little more, but continues to kind of... kneel down and really stare at him.

...

He's so cute!]

[Fortunately, Peter Quill had been on that, making sure everyone was cleared out. Everything was planned around everyone doing their part, and on finding out who was controlling those cats and taking them out. Of course, in order to do that, they were going to have to capture one of those cats. Alive.

Once he reached the area where the army of cats were, Rocket...ran straight toward them. As he went, he blasted the ground right in front of the cats, hoping to make them scatter. Instead, those nearest to the blast backed up, but then they all swarmed around the crater, running for Rocket.]

(It was a question but there wasn't much of a response out of Auggie. He didn't speak or answer. Just a slight tilt of his head as he looked down at the creature.)

Yeah, but it's okay. I'll turn into a ghost if I die. Well, not a ghost like you understand it - it's hard to explain. But I'll be okay, so. It's fine.

[ Only reason she had left was school uniforms are lousy for work. Though she's running along the edge of a building, dropping down when she sees the cats heading for Rocket, slipping an arm around him she swings up out of the mass of cats, once she's landed she flicks something into the mass of cats. ]

You okay?

[ The small boom scatters the cats, at least for a moment.]

Okay that was a little too easy, and did some of them have four ears?

Yeah, that sounds like something you could try and avoid, kid.

[Rocket stared back, annoyed.] Well? [He asked, seeming to expect some kind of answer.] What're you staring at?

[He went back to work, eventually disarming the bomb...and then he really went to work, and started to take that thing apart, pocketing any parts that might be useful and scattering pieces around him as he dug in, tossed bits aside, and examined things here and there. Then, finally, he ripped out a battery the size of a human fist...so it looked quite large in his little hand.]

And that's what I came for.

[Of course, this battery would be going to something very different than it's original purpose.]

(A true response would mean that Auggie gave any thought to self prevervation. He hadn't. There hadn't been a reason for the man to think about doing something that would save himself. He certainly hadn't ever been in any serious danger. Or in any danger at all really.)

I don't know how...

(He was going to say to defend himself but he felt that would cause the small creature to judge him.)

use a gun.

Well then I'll do all the shooting, just run! [He snapped, firing a few shots at the...thing that was coming at them. That just seemed to make it angrier.]

(It seemed like a good enough course of action. There was no reason for Auggie not to comply with what he was told to do. Without a second thought he did as he was told do to. He ran.)

[Rocket kept firing behind them and ran as well. At the end of the hallway was a window, and Rocket kept running and running toward it, then turned off down a hall right before they reached the window, reaching to grab Auggie's arm and jerk him into the little hallway as he did so, in case the man didn't take the turn on his own. The monster skidded past and crashed right through the window.]

That was close.

(Each step felt like he was starting to go faster than before. This was the first time that he actually ran. He wasn’t sure that he was coordinated enough to run. His legs were too long. It felt like if he took one wrong step that he would fall over.

He also didn’t want to run faster than the small creature that was happening him. He didn’t want to look back to see if the creature with the gun or the monster was behind him.

About to continue running straight when the small creature grabbed his arm and pulled.

He stopped along the wall as the monster ran past them. He hadn’t thought about the trick the other had played on the monster. Although the sound of the breaking glass made him cringe.)

What? What was that?

Hungry and dangerous.

[Rocket didn't actually know what it was, he'd just known when it started attacking that he had to figure out some way to beat it, ask questions later.]

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awww! xD ♥ Selwyn isn't sure whether to be EXCITED or UPSET at the coon in his kitchen right now

He should be intimidated, obviously :P

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awww! xD ♥ but the talking coon is so CUTE! lmao!

❤~❤~❤~

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