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You're awfully loud!

That seems like a bad place to have a nap, you know. *Mostly because it's his territory, but also because that much metal doesn't belong on something as flimsy as a tree branch.*

You've got, like, a black-belt in cat naps, chéri. For a fellow who doesn't need t'sleep, I gotta tell ya-- That's pretty impressive.

[From beneath a weary eyelid peeked down a cue-ball eye, of which the owner seemed to collapse back to sleep immediately .]

[As if on cue, the branches beneath the slumbering thunderer began to snap, one by one...]

*He sighs and steps back a bit, since he's hardly going to try and catch the metal man.*

...nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn...

[Down came a downpour of pine cones, at the familiar voice.]

So that's how it's gonna be, eh? Alright... I'm comin' up! [Oni can scale a tree as swiftly as a cat, just not usually through a barrage of pinecones. There's intermittent stopping and cursing, but she makes it.]

[Down came baby, hammer and all. Like a boulder the slumbering man crashed downwards until he came to rest on the splintered remains of the biggest branches, still soundly snoring.]

Oh for . . . *He sighs and pokes the fellow with one of the larger bits of branch.* How did you not know this would happen? I knew it would happen and I've never even seen a metal man before!

[With a groan, the space horse arose, chagrined that certain stick-wielding people would not let him be the inanimate object he so desperately desired to be.]

Mayhap...hhmmmm.

Mayhap thy prophecies be wasted, here.

[By the time Oni reaches Bill, he has run out of pinecones. ~~So, in his hunt for more ammo, he mistakenly grasps her and hurls her instead.~~ Bill sits up on the comically burdened pine branch, which makes its complaint well known.]

Oni...[...he began with a yawn...] What be thy purpose here?

Not so much prophecy as common sense, I'd think.

And why do you get that particular tree? What if I wanted it?

Canst it be that there is no arbor great enough to hold Beta Ray Bill?

[With a grumble, the big cyborg of the tree curled his fingers around the narrow trunk at the top and began to pull it to the ground. An extremely flexible tree, this one. Sleepily, Bill presented the bowed timber to the pestersome girl.]

[Oni makes herself comfortable, laying across two branches.] My, my... Don't you get grumpy when you've just woken up.

Do I really need a reason? I live here, remember? [A smug grin.] You weren't plannin' t'snooze on this planet without droppin' by t'say hello, were you?

*He just gives the metal thing a dubious look.* Is there a reason you're using the third person?

Verily, Bill lies awake on tall trees, plotting and ploying only upon such things.

[The space horse in the winged helmet looked around. High, low, forwards and back.]

...no third person doth Bill spy? Ah. Thou art panged for the tree.

Fear not, for it shalt be whole again.

Of course you do-- [She leans over and kicks him, tree be damned.] --Smart ass.

[Primly sticking her tongue out at him, she mimics his deep baritone as well as she can ~~which isn't very~~.] What be thy purpose here?

*He sighs and shakes his head.* No, not the tree. I know the tree will be fine. I just wanted to know why you keep using your own name to refer to yourself.

In truth, mine coin-purse wert weighing thin. Tis my custom to doze before a dive.

Doth thee not goeth by thine own name?

[With a great yawn, Bill turned again to the tree, scratching his head. He would have to find another.]

Well no, not usually. But in any case, I tend to use the word, er, I.

...I see. Didn't realize Spanish doubloons were worth that much in space. [The she-wolf grabs the tree-limb she'd been lazing on and swings down, easily navigating from branch to branch like the overgrown tomboy that she is.] Well, in that case, I'd better let you get your beauty rest...