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Post by Rocket on Nov 6, 2014 3:50:56 GMT
"Hey- F'you don-WHOA."
Rocket lost his balance as Groot lumbered off in a different direction and it was his own fault since he'd began ignoring the tree from the moment he stuck his branched hand in his own mouth and peeled off about how delightful it was. Instead he'd focused on squinting at Quill, feeling particularly displeased with a foul mood to boot. Now he was going to have the wash to get this crap off of himself.
The raccoon clutched Groot's arm after briefly being swept off of it from the sudden movement, and hung off of his shoulder with a surprising amount of security. Groot stopped in front of a large metal holding container of some sort, and inside were more bottles of what Rocket could only assume to be the same thing that he'd snitched from the store. Brown beady eyes stared placidly at the bottles before glancing to see Groot staring expectantly. He was a like a child, so groaning Rocket's shoulders sagged.
"No, we need one now. Otherwise you'll never get the goon outta here and if you DO you'll hear about it the whole way over." Rocket explained with a grumpy snort and dropped to the ground. "I don't know about you- but I don't want to deal with that."
Rocket pushed the bottom flap of the machine open and peered up it, sniffing suspiciously. And then without warning, the Raccoon crawled in, his legs kicking for a moment before shoving himself into the small space. Through the glass the little thief could be seen prying out the pops from the springs and dropping them into the bottom, navigating the small cramped space with a string of curses and bumbling.
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Post by Groot on Nov 7, 2014 0:58:32 GMT
Groot ignored Quill's words, eyes glossed over in wonder and expectation. He wiggled happily as Rocket climbed down, pushing his forehead against the glass and grumbling to himself as the pint sized thief crawled inside the chamber and began knocking them out for him. He turned to Quill, offering his still slightly damp hand in case the Terran was thirsty.
"I am Groot," he repeated the sage advice - if it fizzes don't shake it to assure him they were learning. Well, they weren't shaking them. The stash of bottles at the catchment of the machine was growing, and plucking the plastic bag of rations from one of his branches where it had caught he leaned down, picking them up one by one and easing them gently into the bag, making near humming grumbles of pleasure. Whenever Rocket finished, and the bag was fit to burst itself, he'd offer his arm to the racoon to allow him to get back to perch upon his shoulder.
Nodding to Quill and keeping close his bag of goodies he'd wait patiently for them to decide where to go as he pulled out another bag of corn nuts and carefully fit the entire thing into his mouth, popping the ration and filling his mouth with nuts and plastic. He chewed noisily, looking about for new entertainment. Soon the Terrans would hardly know he was a stranger, he was sure of it.
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Post by Peter Quill on Nov 7, 2014 1:33:15 GMT
"Well since you're the only one who gets the 'I am Groot' language, I don't see how that's an issue for me."
But it seemed the raccoon and the tree had taken matters in their own hands. Rocket was now grabbing soda bottles from the machine. Quill rubbed the bridge of his nose with a groan. "I could have told you how to work that thing, y'know?" I kinda hope he gets stuck, just for amusement on my part.
"Alright children, are we happy now?" He whistled, "Any other sightseeing you'd like to do while we're out and about, Rocket?"
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Post by Rocket on Nov 7, 2014 2:05:21 GMT
"What did he say?"
Rocket's voice, though loud, was minimized by the glass of the machine. He sneered, assuming the worst while kicking one last bottle down to the bottom of the machine before descending himself. He swore, before shoving the flap open and crawling out onto Groot's extended limb and being hoisted back up onto the tree's shoulder.
"What did you say?" he repeated, while regaining balance on Groot.
"Any sight seeing I want to do while we're here?" he asked incredulously, before busting out into an obnoxious fake laugh. "I didn't even want to come here! What kind of bounty's are issued for here on Earth? Don't answer that, cause we both know the answer is none. None that are worth while anyways." the raccoon shuddered, trying to let his now sticky and ruffled fur fall back into place.
"Far as I'm concerned this field trip is all yours, Quill." Rocket announced and scratched his neck with his small clawed paw.
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Post by Tony Stark // "Iron Man" on Nov 10, 2014 3:31:06 GMT
Step #1 to finding your guys: Follow the sound of the screaming, fleeing onlookers.
If what you find is a talking raccoon, a mobile tree, and a deceitfully normal looking dude, -…then it’s probably them.
Not that Tony had any particular desire to intervene in this little…outing of theirs, but the Captain, clearly, [predictably] had had other ideas as soon as the news had been relayed to him. Quite quickly, as a matter of fact.
'Public disturbance, Possible threat this-and-that, alien intervention, -establishing connections, yada yada yada, etcetera etcetera.'
And well, besides, this had sparked the Engineer's intrigue, at least minimally. A talking raccoon? Walking tree? Come on - ! That got his mind racing like a livewire.
“Sorry to rain on your parade,”
The sleek-suited man manoeuvred himself into a smooth, practiced descent, right in front of Manhattan’s “guests”, his tone admirably casual.
“But to be honest, I don’t have all day.”
He ignored the brightly coloured sea of New-Yorkers gawking, fleeing, - and kept facing these guys. Not dangerous, or malicious in intent, as far as Tony could tell, but clearly foreign, and …frankly, pretty idiotic. He almost cringed at the sticky-sweet coat of….soda [?] that had clung to the armour as soon as he’d made his landing. But still, - it wasn’t a state of “emergency”, and - beneath his mask, his mouth quirked into some semblance of an amused grin. He kept his voice semi-stern, just laced with a tinge of sarcasm, however. It wouldn’t at all do to have these guys taking Iron Man, Tony Stark as a joke.
First Impressions just happened to be everything.
“Just have to say, you guys are something. But when you see crowds running the other way, it usually means stop.”
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Post by Dr. Bruce Banner/ Hulk on Nov 10, 2014 4:12:50 GMT
Vrrroom!
The low hum of the dying motor bike sounds from a nerby street before it turns with a small squeal from its tires. "Sorry traffic" Banner calls out, parking the bike and moving towards the billonare giving him a confused look. Bruce clears his throat. "You know you have to pay money for that, right?" he watches the alien racoon squeeze himself out of the vending mechine "If you want to that is" Bruce adds remembering Rocket's hot temper before he turns to Stark giving him a look. |
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Post by Groot on Nov 12, 2014 7:11:07 GMT
Groot nodded in agreement; Earth's bounties only payed in Earth currencies, and who carried about that apart from Terrans? Swallowing back the nuts and wrapper, he opened his mouth to announce he wanted to go to the tree sector before they were interrupted by a man in a suit made of metal - rather like a personalized space craft. For the non-Earth dwellers it was likely the most normal thing on the scene. Groot snorted suspiciously, narrowing his eyes and pulling out of the sugary grenades.
"I am Groot," he informed the man of iron, informing him the Terrans were always running about. Perhaps this man found their habits puzzling also. If they stopped what they were doing every time a woman shrieked 'My God what is that thing?' they'd never get anything done. The arrival of the second one - less imposing and clearly fool hearty in the way he was speaking to Rocket - made Groot stand taller, the roots of his shoulders beginning to shift and move, knotting into heavier and thicker armoring. Rocket wouldn't allow them to confiscate the sugar nectar, of that Groot was confident. If they tried, there would be a brawl. Rocket had mauled people for less.
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Post by Peter Quill on Nov 15, 2014 21:46:50 GMT
"Rocket," Peter whistled, raising his hands defensively, "I'm not in charge. That's for Iron Man and Beast man and that hot chick in the skin tight jumpsuit to tell ya." As if on que, Iron Man appeared on the scene. “Just have to say, you guys are something. But when you see crowds running the other way, it usually means stop.”
Peter rolled his eyes. "Not my fault. Went to get a plate of ribs and french fries. Had nothing to do with this."
With the arrival of Bruce, Quill knew they were busted bad. "What're you two gonna do," he scoffed sarcastically, "Take us back to the tower and ground us?"
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Post by Tony Stark // "Iron Man" on Nov 17, 2014 23:04:20 GMT
The comment did naught but to provoke an amused snort from Tony, partially humoured, and equivalently haughty, bringing his metal-cloaked hands up, palms facing Quill, a deliberate gesture, partially as a disclaimer, a ‘who, little old me?’ kind of thing, and more intentionally, - flashing the sleek, iconic gilded-gold-meets-ruby design of his gauntlet, whirring almost imperceptibly with each small flex of his fingers, and more subtly, more importantly, exposing the phantom-light blue circles, just almost tangibly buzzing with power on his palms.
An unspoken show of what resistance would yield.
“Look, boy scouts. I, of all people, am no particularly expert in crashing parties. Unless you’re some über bad guy, or an unlicensed owner of Stark-Industries tech. Which I’m assuming you’re not, but, hey, who knows? Maybe I gotta purge them from space, too.” He punctuated this comment with a shrug, and a shot of acute sarcasm, just to make his point.
“There are no licenses, but anyways. - consider this just moving your party elsewhere. And oh god, no. Stark towers- ,Avengers tower, is no daycare facility. I am not a babysitter, and honestly? With all the people who want to ground me, Pepper, etcetera, yadda yadda- It would be awfully hypocritical. No, I’m thinking....ah, wine-and-dine? Got a michelin star chef at the ready, or, we can order takeout if it’s more your thing....-Do you even eat Earth-food?”
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Post by Rocket on Nov 18, 2014 10:00:23 GMT
Rocket's maw wrinkled at the sudden approach of two more notable figures, his fur bristling at the instant of the suited man's arrival. He seemed to calm some once it became apparent that these two weren't exactly here to pick a fight, though the attitude and words spoken told Rocket otherwise. His ears twitched as he tried to roll some of his stress and annoyance off of his shoulders with a physical shift, though it didn't seem to do him any good. All the while he eyed Tony up skeptically, before snorting deliberately at the man who had suggested they pay.
"With what? Your Terran currency? HA." Rocket waved a paw dismissively in Bruce's direction, as if that whole matter had taken care of itself. Groot was right- no one but the Terrans carried it and Rocket wasn't about to go out and earn himself some currency that only had value on one planet. Quickly his attention was brought back by irksome words. Boy scouts. Purge. Daycare. Babysitter.
His facials visible shifted from wrinkled and annoyed to absolute shock in the most annoyed way a raccoon could find possible, before quickly falling back to a strained glare.
"Is he threatening us?" Rocket demanded, glaring at all the edges and lights that came off of the iron suit. His dark eyes were calculating the different functions of the machine already as he often did and it didn't exactly scream peacemaker to Rocket. It was impressive really, to see something like that from a resident of Earth.
"Listen buddy I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for you lot. We're the Guardians of the Galaxy, so unfortunately this hunk of crap in the orbit is included. So who's babysitting who here?" the raccoon snorted shaking his head and incredulously looking between Groot and Quill, as if for support. Rocket grumbled, massaging the spot directly between his eyes with a particularly annoyed groan.
"S'not my fault Terrans scream so much, for Krag's sake."
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Post by Groot on Nov 23, 2014 19:39:02 GMT
Groot like Rocket kept an eye on the personal flight craft suit. Clearly it was equipped with combat functions - he wasn't entirely ignorant of the Avengers. But the Man of Iron's talk did have a ring of ungracious arrogance. And there was no doubt those blue panels were a show of capability. Groot gnashed his teeth as Rocket suggested the man was making threats, and he folded his thick arms moodily, hanging his bag of goods off one of his growing branches and winding more root like stems about it. If the bike man wanted his nector, he was welcome to try.
Nodding firmly in support of Rocket's words when looked to, and adding, "I am Groot," though only Rocket would know he was pointing out that after saving the galaxy in which the Avengers lived, the Xandarian government didn't think they needed babysitting. There was a loud crack as the the cement split, Groots roots growing into the ground stubbornly. He could yank them up, but like an insolent child he'd only do so when Rocket told him to.
The Man of Iron's suggestion of food though... Groot grumbled to Rocket, asking him what 'take-out' was, perhaps some sort of bounty Terran's fulfilled for a payment of food?
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