“ what are you doin’ up so late ? i thought you went to bed hours ago. ”
2D stumbled into the shared kitchen, half a glass of off brand beer swinging around in his hand.
“ everyfink alright ? ”
// @rocknsatan

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“ what are you doin’ up so late ? i thought you went to bed hours ago. ”
2D stumbled into the shared kitchen, half a glass of off brand beer swinging around in his hand.
“ everyfink alright ? ”
// @rocknsatan
@rocknsatan || at a thousand miles an hour
Ugh. Disgusting. Ricky was quite literally running for his life, and yet, the worst part about it was the purple intracellular-fluids covering him from his waist down and his elbows to his finger-tips. Granted, he could detest that the stuff didn’t have the worst smell in the universe, but it was still pretty disgusting and made aforementioned ‘running for his life’ pretty difficult. The brush and fallen debris of the alien forest he found himself in was an obstacle course of its own and he nearly catapulted and tripped over everything in his path to safety. And as much as he would prefer to find his ship and high-tail his way out of this situation that way, it looked like he was going to have to improvise if he didn’t want to be gobbled up. Sicriths were some nasty fucking business, but he’d swear up and down that it was worth stealing one of its eggs for his most recent endeavor. For science! And all that... He’d heard a lot of things about the creatures, but they were so rare that only meeting one in person could truly tell him just how ugly it was up close. Green, with tubes excreting that - no doubt clothes staining - purple ooze, and a mouth nearly the size of its own body, the thing was a monster you’d see in story-books, but Ricky... he was pretty used to this by now. He chanced to look behind himself to see how much he had up on the sicrith, but he wasn’t exactly pleased when he saw the thing was gaining on him by the second. Thinking quickly, he simply stopped and took out his portal gun, setting up some coordinates before curling up into himself with the locked contained holding the fragile egg nestled tightly against his chest. Just as he could actually feel the aliens breath on his back and the edges of sharp serrated teeth, he set the portal off right beneath his own feet, letting him and the sicrith fall through into another dimension. From what he could see, he had been swallowed during the fall. He held his breath and felt for his lazer gun, shooting it out into the unknown until he, along with the beasts other stomach fluids came spilling out. He rolled out until he laid flat on his back, breathing heavily. He had no fucking idea where he was, but he knew that in his planets climate, there was no way that the creature would survive. He wasn’t certain, but he was glad he was right. Slowly his eyes came to adjust and he saw what looked to be a garage with an odd vehicle and an even odder green skinned man standing outside of it. He blinked for sitting up, checking the egg to make sure it was okay. He sighed in relief when it was and stood up, trying to wring the slime from off his shirt and face with a deep scowl. “Sup? You got any booze?” He said, waltzing right past the alien thing and the green man to try and enter the winnebago as if he owned the place. Had to be something in there worth drinking, at least he hoped there was.
Shoot
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@rocknsatan
"I dunno what it is about the whole one eye bit that makes people think I can’t shoot ‘em anymore...but it’s tiring.” She’s not going to shoot them. Maybe. She hasn’t decided yet. She really likes shooting things and unless a better target makes itself presentable she may just pop her trunk and see what heavy artillery she’ll be testing out on their head today. “Like, yeah...no depth perception; I get that.” There’s a brief pause as she takes another drag of her cigarette and shrugs. “But shit, I’m not tryin’ to snipe anyone...I got big guns that shoot a shitton of bullets-- I’m definitely hittin’ somethin’.”
❝ i’d sell you to satan for one corn chip. ❞
👊 ;; ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶤᶰᵇᵒˣ ( accepting )
“satan’s on the paleo-diet. they wouldn’t take it.”
“You’re awfully quiet for a backup vocalist.” ( read your rules, love! )
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❝ Better than being loud && annoying… I’m not talkative, so what… ?? ❞