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[whosthemonsternow]

Just curious who my other guards are, specifically on the S&R and Surveyor guards.

Like to know who's on my team.

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[scoutsniper]

[That's why he's never going to ask her. Obviously.

Besides, half the points off for getting him bloody. ]

Space Marine. [Two words that individually make sense, but no sense together. How's that work?]

Yeah, think that pretty much tops off alien as shit for me. [He's going to step closer to inspect it. ] They work alone or are we about to get a lot more company?

[whosthemonsternow]

[Definitely untrue. It’s double points for blood splatter!]

Yup. Marine in space. That’s apparently unheard of around here, though. [Saying space marine means something where she’s from, but so far, it’s just a crazy idea around here]

Seems clear to me, for now [She says after she looks around, not picking up anything on her visor. Good.

She’s still paranoid, but not enough she isn’t going to pluck off her helmet off, cleaning it off as she glanced up at him again for a second]

You’re welcome, by the way. [Because of course she says something, she can’t help herself.]

[scoutsniper]

[Blood splatter, he's down with. Not on his own face, though. Sharing is not always caring.]

Seriously? Fucking moon station. You'd think that'd be normal.

[Seriously, if you put the pieces together....and, uh, she's...kind of hot. Concentrate, asshole. ]

You've got better equipment. [It's not unfair, just...unfair.]

[whosthemonsternow]

Seeing as I was born super far from Earth, to put it simply- yeah, kinda normal to me.

[They were a big deal, sure, a very exciting thing to a kid growing up. But it's still just a normal thing, no more weird than a "normal" military position. Exciting, yeah, bragging rights, but. It's a normal thing. Not her fault the other people around here are from places that haven't got past Earth's moon.

She flashes a grin at him, shrugging and turning her helmet over in her hands]

The equipment is just to look pretty, could do this naked if I wanted to.

[scoutsniper]

Yeah? You look normal. [That's the non-sci-fi guy commenting on someone being born far from Earth. She doesn't seem to have tentacles or spots or anything...that he can see. ]

That could get...gross. [Okay, why is that image in his head right now? Because it could get gross, but he kind of wants to see that. ]

[whosthemonsternow]

Most people didn’t leave earth hundreds of years ago to breed with aliens- I’m as human as anyone. An above average human but. And Russian to be exact. [She actually liked Russia the times they visited, and still knows the language fluently. But no tentacles or anything. Full human here]

I guess it could get messy. But blood does come off skin pretty easily. [Shrugging, she doesn’t notice any of his thoughts of course, gesturing with her helmet between the dead beasts and back towards the eall] You wanna keep going or head back?

[scoutsniper]

Blood comes off skin, but it also carries a shit ton of diseases. [Bloodborne pathogens not a thing in weird space future?]

We've come this far. Haven't seen anything worth reporting back.

Unless you're getting tired or something.

[whosthemonsternow]

Eh, the hospital here can bring people back to life, I'm sure they could fix diseases.

[Reckless? Yeah definitely. But that should've been her middle name, honestly]

Just thought I'd give you a chance to go home. Giant troll beasts might not be the worst things out here.

[She shrugs, pulling her helmet back on and scanning around them a second before adding]

Didn't want to get your pretty face eaten or something, but if you're good to go, then by all means lets get going.

are they going to end up together XD

[scoutsniper]

Not sure I trust their medicine. [Frank Castle? Paranoid? Nah. ]

If I can see them, I can handle them. [He sounds cocky--most of it is legit. The rest is, uh, his own unique brand of machismo.]

...what? [That was a joke, right? ]

i mean she wouldn't be opposed ;P

[whosthemonsternow]

I guess when you wake up not dead but not a zombie, there's a teeny bit of trust given to their doctor magic

[Otherwise? Yea. She'd probably be the same.]

I'd offer to let you try my helmet, but the HUD would probably be more distracting than useful right now

[It's a little teasing- but the HUD can be crazy distracting when first using it. UNSC didn't have anything as active, and ODST's system was pretty straight forward. Freelancer, for all it's faults, really went all out on it's equipment. It makes her wonder if they could make some kind of tracker that'd be compatible with her helmet, give her a way more detailed reading on her radar more than just 'current moving things bigger than a cat']

And no, she's not going to specify if it's a joke or not, she just checks her radar again and steps over one of the dead boars, resuming their trek]

LOL

[scoutsniper]

Why not go full sci fi bullshit? How do we know we're not, you know goddam clones?

[One Frank Castle is enough. Even for Frank Castle.]

Yeah, no. I don't need shit like that. [Also, he's going to just forget the compliment. For reasons. And for the same reasons, she can take point for now, and he'll bring up the six, checking their route. ]

he's fun, she hasn't had fun in a long time

[whosthemonsternow]

I had a twin- I'm good on never having a clone to go along with that.

[She blinks behind her helmet, the idea of clones is crazy and she won't humor it with a second thought. Just a third and fourth- listen. If they can bring people back from the dead like they did her, who knows what they have in their little labs]

Like I said, I don't need my gear. It just makes it easier. I could kill a man with my bare hands, but it's easier to do it with a weapon, ya know?

[After being on the run and her armor losing power often, having to try finding a place to get it's core charged, going a long time without using it and relying on just herself- she's pretty certain she doesn't need it to survive. But good god does it make this so much easier]

[scoutsniper]

I'm good on never having a clone, fucking, period.

[Why can't shit be just the normal amount of fucked up?]

Yeah, yeah, I heard. You can make your own fetish porn video of you naked blood wrestling these things, with a kick ass techno soundtrack. Got it.

[He...would buy that video.]

[whosthemonsternow]

You have the most kinkiest thoughts in that head, don't you?

[She's mostly teasing, but she does look at him and tilt her helmet like it's a legitimate question]

Ya know, most people just want to see naked chicks wrestling in jello, just saying.

[scoutsniper]

You're the one who keeps talking about fighting naked. I'm just rolling with it.

[Okay, running with it. Same difference.]

Maybe I aim a little higher.

[whosthemonsternow]

I only said naked once, you're the one who keeps coming back to it.

[She insists, sparing a glance over her shoulder at him before giving a curious noise]

How's the ranking go, anyways? Mud, jello, then blood? Is pudding in there somewhere? And what about baby oil?

[scoutsniper]

Not my fault.

[It means it's her fault, for putting the idea in his head.]

I don't know. Should make whichever's hardest to wash off the highest.

Probably glitter. Glitter wrestling. [Because that shit is the worst.]

[whosthemonsternow]

I mention being naked one time and it's just stuck in your head? I know I'm hot, but fuck

[She's teasing, there's a laugh in her voice and the tension in her shoulders is almost entirely gone]

...no one should be wrestling in glitter. That's just asking to go blind.
I know I make the one-working-eye thing look easy, but it's not

[scoutsniper]

Maybe it's been a while, okay?

[Shut up. He's never mentioning her naked again. ]

Maybe no one's made it to that level yet. You should just stick to normal wrestling.

[whosthemonsternow]

Getting me all flustered with that sweet talk

[She can't help it, it's definitely all his fault here]

Normal naked wrestling..?

[scoutsniper]

The fact I haven't been laid in god knows how long ain't exactly sweet talk.

[Sounds kind of pathetic, really.]

How about normal, naked gymnastics? [If she's taking suggestions and while the path they're on is still empty of things that need killing.]

[whosthemonsternow]

No shit, I was meaning instead of saying 'wow you're hot' you're just 'jeez I'm desperate and talk of any naked lady is distracting'

It's sarcasm

[Because she can relate, she's been preoccupied with trying not to get killed or captured, she hasn't really gotten laid in. Well. Longer than she'll admit]

I did gymnastics as a kid, actually. Though that is probably more like a stripper than anything like that.

[scoutsniper]

[Seriously?] Are you seriously criticizing me right now for not being a goddam creep?

[He kept it joking, the way Marines joked with each other. Not creepy.]

You know, NOT the kind of detail you need to be sharing in the middle of this conversation.

[whosthemonsternow]

Wouldn't say criticizing, just clarifying if you were hitting on me or just commenting on the naked subject for other reasons.

[She hasn't joked with someone in a long time, honestly, it isn't her fault she's rusty]

...you brought up gymnastics I was just saying I used to do it before.

[scoutsniper]

[He cannot clarify that, because he doesn't know himself, honestly.]

Just making conversation. While we wait for other shit to kill.

[Which, if the world were kind to Frank Castle, would be right about now. NOW. Now? Yeah, nothing.]

So you're a space marine stripper. That about right?