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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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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?

[whosthemonsternow]

[She simply gives a 'mhmm' to that, loudly judging from behind her helmet but letting it drop with that]

Who wrestles in blood, apparently. But not glitter cause I want to keep at least one eye functioning.

But what's that make you, the guy throwing money at me or the one I'm fighting?

[Those are the only options, sorry not sorry]

[scoutsniper]

[He hears that mhmmmm.]

Maybe we'll run into something with glittery blood. You could break new ground. [At this point, he just doesn't want to let the point die, because she thinks he's some kind of weird pervert and no SHE is the weird pervert here.]

You should charge more for the guy to be the one fighting you. Just saying.

[whosthemonsternow]

Honestly wouldn't really be surprised if we did. But if we don't next time you can bring a handful of glitter and just throw it at me and whatever beast I saved you from, then it'll have glittery blood.

[Which is exactly what happened-!

And she's definitely not the weird pervert, he totally is, and she'll prove it with a couple simple questions]

Oh yeah? That's the kind of stuff you're into? Blood wrestling and getting beat up by a woman for money? It's oddly specific.

[scoutsniper]

I'll be sure not to aim at your face. [Like a true bro. ]

Well, I tried getting beaten up by guys, but, fuck, that didn't do it for me. [Didn't work out so well for them, either. ]

[whosthemonsternow]

-[Theres a fun joke here but she manages to take the high road instead] my eye thanks you.

Can’t imagine it would. Well- if you ever need a chick to kick your ass, just say the words. I’d be happy to. [And how exactly does she mean that? It’s anyone’s guess...]

[scoutsniper]

[It's a heroic effort on her part, surely.] It's no fun if you can't see.

[He tilts his head, as if thinking.] I don't know. Everyone else has to earn that right. [Right back at you with the mysterious utterances.]

My phone autocorrected cum to fun but that still works l o l

[whosthemonsternow]

I mean, I could probably do this blindfolded but, nothing else permanent please [ She is positive she could handle just about anything even if she couldn’t see, but she’s in no hurry to test it.]

So, just aim for my chest, should be a safe bet [ nothing suggestive there]

[She glances back at him, giving a little curious sound] oh yea? How’s that?

damn you, phone.

[scoutsniper]

All I need is another idiot who fights blindfolded. [Don't tell him she's some sort of goddam ninja, too.]

Just saying, there's a line of people wanting to kick my ass. Either you take a number and wait a while, or fight your way to the top of the list.