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re_alignment_logs2012-10-31 09:17 am
furryfarkinfiend) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-10-31 09:17 am
[Open] The Outer Banks
WHO: Rocket, Open
WHERE: Near the Badlands
WHEN Around the time that everyone is meeting up at the bar.
WHAT: Rocket can't help but want to venture closer, mostly because he's tired of the noise in his head.
WARNINGS: None at the moment.
If there was one thin Rocket wasnt fond off, it was others getting in his head. Well, that and talking dogs named Cosmo but that was another story. The idea of anyone or anything messing with his mind set the raccoon off a bit and this time around was no exception. He wasn't feeling it like the Drift guy apparently was but it was still there and what with everyone talking like they were, it was pretty easy to pinpoint where it might be coming from.
So Rocket set out to get a slightly closer look for himself because while knocking back a few drinks sounded good, he was a Guardian and wanted to see what was going on.
He had every intention of not gettin too close in the long run but the closer he drew to the Badlands the stroked the noise, the stronger the draw got. Rocket forced himself to stop, perched atop a rock as his ears flicked irritably, red eyes narrowed as he glared out at the badlands in the distance.
"Farkin' place," he muttered, feeling that draw again, that will to move his feet and keep going forward, his law twitching for one of his pistols before he finally did start moving, hopping down off his perch and continuing forward as his tail lashed.
Rocket knew he needed to turn back....but he wanted to know. Needed to know....no, needed to be there.
WHERE: Near the Badlands
WHEN Around the time that everyone is meeting up at the bar.
WHAT: Rocket can't help but want to venture closer, mostly because he's tired of the noise in his head.
WARNINGS: None at the moment.
If there was one thin Rocket wasnt fond off, it was others getting in his head. Well, that and talking dogs named Cosmo but that was another story. The idea of anyone or anything messing with his mind set the raccoon off a bit and this time around was no exception. He wasn't feeling it like the Drift guy apparently was but it was still there and what with everyone talking like they were, it was pretty easy to pinpoint where it might be coming from.
So Rocket set out to get a slightly closer look for himself because while knocking back a few drinks sounded good, he was a Guardian and wanted to see what was going on.
He had every intention of not gettin too close in the long run but the closer he drew to the Badlands the stroked the noise, the stronger the draw got. Rocket forced himself to stop, perched atop a rock as his ears flicked irritably, red eyes narrowed as he glared out at the badlands in the distance.
"Farkin' place," he muttered, feeling that draw again, that will to move his feet and keep going forward, his law twitching for one of his pistols before he finally did start moving, hopping down off his perch and continuing forward as his tail lashed.
Rocket knew he needed to turn back....but he wanted to know. Needed to know....no, needed to be there.
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He's probably seen something on par with whatever it is.
"While I appreciate your concern, I don't farkin' need it. So bug off," he snapped, waving his paw as if to dismiss the other.
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BEHOLD: Backup. Deadpool will just sort of spread his hands in a 'here I am!' gesture.