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Got anyone you love, fuzzbutt?
“Money, weapons, shit I can sell for more money and weapons. Look, I know what yer really askin’ and it ain’t any of your business.. But I get the feelin’ I’m gonna get this question more often if I don’t satisfy your dumb asses.”
“Tried it once, worked well for a while.. then shit went south. I ain’t interested in shackin’ up with anyone else, so stop askin’.”
“How does he manage to get every woman, earthling or otherwise, to fall for his every flarkin’ move?”
FIRE IS A temporary solution to his problem, or any other element that resides behind the metal of his blasters. he can try to stall him ( just like he is doing to him though he chooses not to shut the flark up instead of spitting anything at him, yet ) however it’s no help. Peter’s too settled on his opinion when it comes to the procyonid. there’s no one that can change his mind about the goodness behind layers & layers of modified flesh.
he’s seen it before. some days, Rocket cares & that’s more than enough for the hybrid to hold on to. ❛ i know why he’s ANGRY. i know he’s messed up ! ❜ he shouts & falls back towards his stereo’s direction. yes, he’s heard of their weakness. & he has to act quick before the other guardian is persuaded in some way.
the transition & the struggle between the two beings gives him time & the star-lord leaps towards his bunk, firing at will whenever he feels necessary or whenever those disgusting talons slither in his direction. he’s seen some UGLY stuff before, but there’s something about the symbiotes that give him the chills. ❛ ‘n so am i. we’re okay with it, dude ! no one needs you here. stop trying to leech my BEST FRIEND !! ❜
a leather gloved hand presses the button of magic & ‘ Mr. Blue Sky ‘ blares all across the Milano, so much that even the blonde has to squint his eyes with the impact. he had to make sure the maximum volume would scare everyone’s pants off in here. it’s one of the ways to get everyone to stop from sleeping in. he never thought it’d come in handy in a different way.
“Messed up more than you know! HAHAH!" The infected guardian hissed loudly and gave chase. The symbiote WANTED to do damage, even if it wasn’t entirely physical. He wanted to break down his host, weaken them, make this agile little body HIS.
“If we weren’t busy eatin’ him, you should ask’em about his little female compani-AAAAAAIYAAAGH!!” The sudden bombardment of sonic noise made him cry out in a shrill shriek of pain and clutch at his head. The entirety of the suit thwipped out convulsing little tendrils, and Rocket made a dead sprint for the air-lock. Of course the symbiote did it’s best to pull him back, but the raccoon’s willpower gained a second wind due to Quills (admittedly) good taste in audio kick-assery.
Without grabbing a body shield, he threw his gun at the console that controlled the airlock, signalling a warning klaxxon that it was about to depressurize. Collasping to his knees, the black ichor did it’s best to maintain.
“YOU IDIOT! YOU’LL GET JETTISONED ALONG WITH US!”
“Hhk.. hff.. Y-yeah, don’t think I don’t see that!”
“THINK OF WHAT YOU’RE DOING!! THINK OF THE POWER YOU’RE THROWING AWAY! OUR STRENGTH, YOUR RAGE AND DRIVE! YOU’LL FINALLY HAVE ALL YOU’LL NEED TO GET BACK AT THEM ALL!”
“....Temptin’.. Real temptin’.. nngh-. ! But y’see, I don’t need no crutch..!” The airlock opened slowly, the vacuum of space pulling at Rocket instantaneously. Before he was sucked out completely, he grabbed at the floor’s grating with one hand. The combined depressurization and loud music resulted in the symbiote’s grip lessening, and the sticky mass unwillingly ripped from it’s freshly acquired host, leaving an intact.. albeit naked raccoon.
❛ are you kiddin’ ? every d’ast time we go out, it all goes on my tab ! maybe you’re too drunk to remember any of it ‘cause that’s CONVENIENT for ya. i hate to break it you, pal, but your voice is one of the worst i’ve ever heard across the galaxy. ❜
“And you’re any better croonin’ those earth cassettes every wakin’ hour? I bet you the entire roll of creds I got stashed in my dirty footlocker I can carry a tune better. Here. I’ll sweeten the pot. I’ll pay off your tab if I can’t get one lady to look in my direction with anything less than a lustful gaze.”
*Casually gobs spit into his hands and styles his hair.* Shampoo my ass.. who needs it, seriously?
STARS KNOW HE has no suspicions about Rocket & his capabilities to build whatever he had to for what they have found. it’s not their first encounter with the symbiote folk. he remembers the insanity that came with having a certain Flash Thompson within their quarters.
he remembers Drax slipping ; he remembers almost all the members of his team experiencing death via surrender to these krutackers. it’s all well & good until the tube comes & pokes the edge of his boot. his stomach plummets as if he already KNOWS what’s happened.
blasters pulled out, eyes widened, the half human simply listens to what the procyonid has to say while also looking for an escape route for him to reach the spacesuits in case things go really south & he’s ejected from his own home.
there’s no place this damn thing will not leak through. trying to trap it is useless given there are the vents it can slip through. can he appeal to him ? reach under that nasty layer to find the little guardian who ALREADY had thick skin in every sense of the word ?
❛ i never liked taking the easy way out. what’s the fun in that ? y’know this ain’t my first rodeo with the likes of you. it won’t be the last. ❜ Peter says, practically feeling the infected presence of his friend behind him. he doesn’t even think for one second that Rocket would willingly give into this power. he knows he’s ANGRY, but still, he’s the smartest guy he knows too. the hybrid turns around fast, throwing himself backwards while shooting away, to distract, not to kill.
❛ ROCKET !! i know you can hear me ! ❜
Rocket weaved about to avoid the gunfire and bellowed a sickening laugh as he’d land crouched. His mouth dripped with a rabid saliva between his jagged fangs, “Petey.. Peeetey, ain’t anyone else here but you’n us..” He paused and gestured between them, once again grinning coldly,
“Oh we can hear’ya alright.” His arm outstretched, slithering, thwipped tendrils of black ichor grabbed greedily at his own personal firearm to draw back to his body, “Don’t think we’re gonna give this up, Pete.. We like it in here. Lots of anger.. lots of adrenaline. You got no idea how flarkin' EXHILARATING THIS IS!”
Rocket cackled, firing off blind shots in Quill’s direction to cause more destruction rather than a well aimed killshot, “WANNA KNOW WHY HE’S SO ANGRY? WE CAN TELL’YA! KAHAHA-- Hhh .. hgn.. “ The infected Rocket flinched and grabbed ferociously at his own face.. he tugged and fell to one knee, “Shut up..! Sh-.. shut.. UP! GET OUTTA MY HEAD! Quill..!? QUILL! St-.. stero.. m..music! Loud.. M-make it.. LOUD!”
His whole body convulsed and calmly stood again, a delightful menace plaguing his face, “Sorry about that. He’s a wriggler, but not anymore. Now as we were sayin’..” Rocket shrugged, once more opening fire upon his friend.
❛ when are we having another karaoke night ? ❜
“Maybe when you buy the round of drinks. Also the fact the two of us are banned from that one place, since we sorta picked a fight with the bouncer. I gotta admit, I had fun lettin’ others bask in my dulcet tones.”
//Anyone wanna do a thing? Bored as hhhhhheck.
//BOOST PROMO because who doesn’t like a sassy magic cat dude~ Follow themmmm :U
“Hi, my name’s Peter ‘My baby is literally a cosmic bomb waiting to happen’ Quill. It’s totally cool, because I’m a puckish rogue who can charm my way outta anythin’. By the way, I don’t know how to change a diaper.“
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So fathers' day approaches! Anybody you wanna give well wishes?
“Of all the questions you could possibly ask me, you decide to ask me that?”
His voice was edging on beyond vexed from how it was quivering and restrained, “Yeah, I ain’t got a daddy dearest, unless you count the twisted kruttack who made me. Or the myriad of machines that poked and prodded.”
“Here’s the deal.. I’m gonna count to five, aim my gun, and aim for what I’m certain is an area that houses your genitals. You can choose to stand there or not, either way it shuts you up and I get to shoot something that asks stupid questions.. Win-win.”
“Um, pizza and burgers are obviously the best choice, even though raccoons aren’t meant to be picky? Or did you actually develop a specific taste? Should I ask if you’re allergic to something?“, he asked as he followed Rocket outside, managing to hold back the slight excitement that he felt when Rocket’s own designed suit landed. Hell, his own work was evident, even if Rocket tried to make this pretty much his own thing. “Hah, cute”, he muttered as he approached them both to examine his work from up close - before it of course collapsed.
“Takes years to perfect, don’t take it too harshly“, he nodded, keeping a safe distance now. “It won’t explode in my face, right? And if it’s only a backup reactor that it needs, I can get something modded pretty quickly.”
“Burgers, definitely. It’s one of the things you earthlings got right. Also it ain’t gonna explode. I’m at least, eeeeh-..” Rocket paused to think about it, concluding with a shrug, “Eighty percent sure it ain’t gonna just go nuclear, see?”
Rocket grinned when he gave the side of it a small kick, “She’s a bit rough, but who doesn’t like a little character in’em?” With a few grunts of effort, he managed to turn the suit on it’s back as his dexterous little fingers went to work extracting the faulty power source. It was cylindrical and a bit dirty, also smoking..
Rocket promptly threw it some distance away just as it’d burst with a dense, but harmless bang.
“...This is why you don’t buy power sources from shady merchants who ask if you’re with the law before even showin’ you the goods.”
@outlawiism
“Here’s the thing, Quill. I managed to snag the bounty. Nasty little thing, that. Took some doin’, some real doin’. The containment unit I bought specifically for it worked like a charm. Now here’s the funny part..”
Rocket spoke, though where he spoke from on the ship wasn’t anywhere in sight. His voice carried from somewhere close, close enough to roughly toss the containment tube at Peter which would fall rolling at his feet. Traces of black ichor were smeared along it’s surface.
“Thing was a piece’a shit. Malfunctioned not even three minutes after I caught it! Ain’t that funny? The symbiote sprung, had a chat with me.. oh we had a chat.. came up with a bit of a deal.”
Rocket chuckled, the noise carrying a sort of feral gurgle under his breath.,
“You obviously know first hand about finding your perfect match,right..?”
The first thing Peter would possibly feel is Rocket’s voice right behind his head, as the infected Raccoon was upside-down, yet ‘standing’ on the ceiling, “Love at first sight, baby..” His entire body was consumed by the symbiote, all leading up to a wide and unnatural grin that pulled at his mouth.
"W͠e ͠can̶ do҉ ̷th͜i͜s t̸he͢ ̶e͡as̷y̕ ͝wày͢ or ҉ţh̡ȩ ͡hard̴ ẃa̶y͘, ̛P̀etey̧.́. Get͠ ͏of̸f͢ ̡my ̧s͞h͘ip ͟o̧r̡ y͠o̕u ̛get à neẃ ͝h̕o̶le̷ aįri̛n'́ o͘ut ̀your̛ brai҉n̛..͜"
.･ﾟ*｡･ °☆ “ ETERNITY could not care less whether you choose to disbelieve the truth or not. There is no altering the facts, Rocket–just as there is no refashioning your heritage. ”
“And I could care less for your labeling of me as some sorta earth creature! If I were from earth, then why was I on half-world? Dunno about you, but I ain’t ever been on earth, or from it.”
❛ what are YOU laughin' at ? ❜ |:
“Dried fruit does you in!? Be thankful our enemies don’t know that! PFFFkeheheHAH.. Okay, okay.. Sorry.” Rocket wipes tears from his eyes, “I needed that.”
