R49 - Get inside my fuckin' gold Transam

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick is a little wrong-footed this port. He keeps whistling for an animal that isn't there, pausing to worry about why he can't hear Partner and remembering it's because he's a universe away.

He wishes he'd waited, a little; Partner would have liked it here. But there'll be more jungles for them.

He throws himself into exploring; climbing trees to see what lives at the top, crouching in the shadows like a gargoyle to see how life interacts when it doesn't think there's a big invader around.

When he's decided it's safe enough, he bathes in a clear pool, scraping off sweat and unselfconsciously naked; his clothes strung up on a creeping vine ought to be enough warning, and if it isn't, whatever.]

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[routemistress]

[There are frogs up in the high reaches of the canopy: little jewel-eyed tree frogs that inexplicably build webs and lurk at the corners of them for the forest dragonflies and hummingbirds.

There's also Iris, barefoot and forest-coloured herself in a pair of cut-offs so battered and elderly that it's impossible to tell what animal print inspired their original pattern. She's sitting, still as shelf fungus, in the fork of a tree watching a lilac-coloured frog use its front legs to draw long strings of spittle out into the strands that form its web.

She catches Riddick's eye and grins.]

Reminds me of an ex of mine.

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[with_my_teacup]

I know you're a hundred percent serious and I'm still not going to ask.

[He grins back, though, and takes out one of his black knives, carefully testing the strength and stickiness of an older web against its ceramic edge.]

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[routemistress]

Sometimes you're no fun, Riddick.

[She absolutely is serious.]

It's slightly venomous. Probably 'armless to us. Locals use it for poultices and toothache, if I got the sign language right.

Nice world. I 'ope I can find it again.

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[with_my_teacup]

Arthas say that all the time.

Nerve agent-? Probably a good topical anesthetic, I'll keep it in mind.

I wouldn't mind revisiting. Pick Partner back up, get him acclimated to wetter climates so he doesn't think everything's dangerous.

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[routemistress]

I don't know 'ow you stand the pace, a party animal like 'im.

[Such straight face.]

That's it. Knocks the birds right out if they fly into it, but it's safer on mammals.

And we can go get 'im any time, you know that.

[halftheman]

[ There's a big burly pair of rotties that respond to a whistle, though -- trotting up and completely different from the pair that normally flanky Harvey. They're puppies for him, whining and splashing and and ready to flop on him in the water. Even Remus, queen bitch of barge dogs, is butter in his hands, melting for him and no one else. ]

[ Harvey Dent is slightly less enthused about tromping through the woods with his pack, after his dogs shot off and scared him half to death. ]

[with_my_teacup]

Hey, you two. I didn't mean you. Come on, now. [Riddick crouches for tussles and ear-ruffles, roughhousing playfully with them as they swarm him.]

Where's Dent-?

There you are.

[halftheman]

[ Solace and Elvis are with him -- zipping up to join the pile. He's got his own little pack, and soon they're all to give some love to Riddick. ]

Hey.

God, you scared me, shooting off like that.

[ They whine a little, because-- priority, Harvey: Unhappy? Versus Riddick, full of love. They know they shouldn't upset Harvey, and indeed flatten out and make soft noises of apology, all four of them. ]

[ He's not mad, though-- he was just scared. He had to put the rotties down, once. He doesn't want to have to do it again. ]

See you're comfortable, here.

[with_my_teacup]

Yeah. Sorry about the whistle. I keep forgetting Partner's being kenneled on Earth right now.

[He lifts a shoulder, and shoos the rottweilers back to Harvey. Go on, he's fine.]

Didn't take you for the wilderness type.

[halftheman]

Iris insisted.

[ And they've more or less patched things up, so he obliged. Plus, she's hurting, and... well, Harvey cares. ]

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[darknessb4me]

[Arthas' voice cuts in without preamble - no "hello" or "you went into the Port, right?" just:]

If I kill the natives, are you going to be angry with me?

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[with_my_teacup]

If you do it for no good reason? Little, yeah.

If they get aggressive first and they present a credible threat? Less so. But a credible threat, not just being annoying.

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[darknessb4me]

I found a way to stay behind in a port once. I liked it there, and I knew they didn't stand a chance against the Legion on their own. These ones don't either.

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[with_my_teacup]

So you're gonna introduce warfare ...?

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[darknessb4me]

No. It would just be me making an excuse to kill them, I think.

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[theresalwayshope]

[In her planetside adventures, in between hunting and climbing and her own exploring, Allison herself has indulged in a refreshing swim our two in the clean, heated lagoons within the lush forest.

She was climbing down a small nearby rock face when she could smell the familiar damp rock and moist earth that she's come to associate with them...and she's feeling sweaty enough, sore enough to indulge.

She enters the clearing off the beaten path, missing the clothes hung in warning.

She's already stripped off her bow and quiver when she finally looks up and notices the man in the water...broad, well built, and stark naked.]

OHmigod!

[A hand flies to cover her eyes...poorly, as one half-exposed eye peers a second longer at strong, muscular shoulders and sleek, well-defined abs disappearing into the water before she slams her fingers shut, totally obscuring her vision.

But not her blushing.]

I am so sorry, I didn't know anyone was here...

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[with_my_teacup]

...I'm not going to burst into flame if you make eye contact. It's a'ight.

[He shakes his head, smiling a little. Modesty amuses him. It's not something he really feels, though he can fake it for effect.]

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[theresalwayshope]

[The wiseass remark elicits a strong enough reaction to make Allison forget herself, hand dropping so she can shoot the other man a dirty look...

...and he's still in the water, still naked, and still built like an extra hot underwear model or something.

And she's staring.

Her eyes widen again, her blush grows brighter, and with a strangled noise somewhere between a squeak and a cough, she swiftly turns her back.]

Noooo, no no no. It's not all right, because I don't do this. I am not "Accidentally Stumble Across Hot, Naked Guy Swimming In The Jungle" girl. That's my best friend, she's the one who can deal with--[She gestures vaguely behind her in his general direction.]--with that. I'm "Run Around Killing Things" girl. The last time something straight out of a porno tried to happen to me? My dad inventoried his wolfsbane rounds on the living room coffee table just to make a point! So...uh...can you stop being naked for a second before my head explodes?

[Or before Allison starts staring again? Because she's sort of talking over her shoulder now, and forcing herself not to turn too far and accidentally peek oh wow, he's even got those hipbones...]

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[with_my_teacup]

[He laughs, deep and rough, and wades out, shaking himself off and stepping into his pants.]

Well, I wouldn't want to mess with your job description.

A'ight, I'm decent. Cancel the explosion.

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[theresalwayshope]

[Peering over her shoulder, Allison breathes a sigh of relief inwardly, but she also feels suddenly, impossibly stupid for being flustered. It's not like a hot, naked guy isn't anything she hasn't seen before, and it rankles her that he's so bland about being...well, hot and naked.

For the tiniest of moments, she remembers Jackson in the locker room...except malevolence isn't rolling off this guy in thick, choking waves. She doesn't see him suddenly sprouting venom-tipped claws, ready to scratch, ready to leave her helpless against him.

This time, she's armed. She's ready.

That knowledge gives her a deep enough sense of security to turn and face him without drawing a weapon, instead merely folding her arms with a huff as she tries to regain her equilibrium.]

I have no idea if you ever were decent, but thank you for ceasing to be naked. [Which means she's less hesitant to stare...but aside from ogling, she's also sizing him up physically as an opponent.

After all, she still needs a decent sparring partner.

Putting the notion aside for the moment, she finally sticks out her hand.]

Allison.

[megamind]

[ Angus sounds a bark, before he trots over-- he knows the smell-sound of Riddick, and trots over with his owner in tow. Megamind is long beyond having body issues (especially with Riddick) and he waves. ]

[ Angus is too prim to get in the water, but Megamind? Lives for this sort of thing. ]

Ollo, Riddick! How is the port treating you?

[ CAuse he's going to claim a corner of the spring, mmkay. ]

[with_my_teacup]

I'm low on complaints. Haven't been attacked or poisoned and I've been enjoying exploring. You kids find anything interesting?

[megamind]

Got some various samples to take home and poke about, found some spider eggs -- harvested some of those for study, see what hatches from 'em.

[ This is probably a terrible idea, but when has that ever stopped Megamind? ]

[with_my_teacup]

...they're going to be in a sealed environment, right?

[megamind]

Of course! They're currently cubed.

[ Might want to remind him about sealed environments later, Riddick. ]