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"Ooooh."
Huh, interesting. Well, Acrim was always up for learning about new holidays from other worlds. Her planet had a few of its own, when it was still around, some of them kind of similar in the whole decorating the trees aspect, except her kind lived in the trees.
"Cool!" she said. "Presents, huh? Are they for the important guy?"
She stepped up to examine the tree and decorations more closely, still holding the string of tinsel.
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Acrim paused, tilting her head and giving him a quizzical look.
“A what now?”
In her experience, something that bright and colorful had a 50/50 chance of being tasty. Yeah, she had been wrong before, horribly wrong at times, but that wasn’t stopping her from being really optimistic about the good half of those chances. Plus, there was a tree here, though it was an odd place for a tree - could’ve just been weird-looking fruit, for all she knew. Though, given, now that she thought of it fruit didn’t often come in the shape of people.
Decoration, huh? But for what?
She gave the rope of shiny stuff tossed towards her a curious and mildly confused look for a moment as it hit the floor, then picked it up.
“…Okay, what do I do with it?” she asked. “And what’s going on? Somebody important visiting?”
‘‘Uh, yeah, this dude right here.’’ Peter said with a playful little roll of his eyes, holding up the Santa ornament. But as he looked at Acrim and the way she glanced from decoration to decoration, he realised he was going to have a lot of explaining to do. ‘‘You’ve never heard of Santa? Or Christmas? Ever?’’
He shook his head in disbelief. He’d come across so many weird ass traditions out in the surrounding galaxy without ever setting foot on the planets they originated from, yet somehow Earth traditions just didn’t spread beyond the stars.
Unbelievable.
‘‘It’s a holiday! So this,’’ He waved the Santa, ‘‘this goes on the tree I’m setting up over there. We’re gonna cover it in all these baubles and tinsel and lights. Then you put presents underneath.’’
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fandom is so weird you never know how old anyone is but you just kinda assume most of them are around your age until proven otherwise and then one day someone is talking about their 9 year old kid on your dash and another person is saying they just finished 10th grade. wild.
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Acrim had been drifting, taking a break for a while. Faulty though her autopilot might have been, it would probably get her somewhere eventually while she relaxed and sorted through her latest haul.
But then there was that thud from the cargo bay.
Acrim shot up, immediately on alert. She had been unfortunate enough to have somebody try to loot her ship on a couple of different occasions... This could be another.
"Psst. Scrapper. Please tell me that was just a box falling over or something settling in there..."
"Cargo bay monitoring's still broken, Acrim. As I told you a week ago." the ship's ai replied.
"Don't have the parts, this is the worst time..." Acrim muttered, frowning.
She'd have to go check it out for herself. She rummaged a bit, digging out her nearest blaster and letting it warm up as she cautiously approached the doorway.
"Is somebody in there?" she called.
(( @spaceboundscavenger heck I thought I posted this but I didn’t liked for a starter ))
They fall out of thin air and smack down with a loud THUNK! They’ve had worse landings though, so even if it hurts they get up, crouching at the ceiling a bit and survey their surroundings.
They’re… in a ship, a space ship, but they don’t know it’s a space ship, they think it’s a weird metal ship.
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My muse is found feral and agressive and doesn’t recognize your muse. Send ‘it’s me!’ For a starter
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Acrim paused, tilting her head and giving him a quizzical look.
"A what now?"
In her experience, something that bright and colorful had a 50/50 chance of being tasty. Yeah, she had been wrong before, horribly wrong at times, but that wasn't stopping her from being really optimistic about the good half of those chances. Plus, there was a tree here, though it was an odd place for a tree - could've just been weird-looking fruit, for all she knew. Though, given, now that she thought of it fruit didn't often come in the shape of people.
Decoration, huh? But for what?
She gave the rope of shiny stuff tossed towards her a curious and mildly confused look for a moment as it hit the floor, then picked it up.
"...Okay, what do I do with it?" she asked. "And what's going on? Somebody important visiting?"
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‘‘Woah, woah, woah, what’re you doing!?’’
Peter rushed forward to rescue the Christmas ornament from Acrim, snatching it before she could crush it down with her sharp teeth. He scowled, standing protectively over the boxes of Christmas stuff that he’d gotten together and was about to start preparing.
‘‘You can’t eat Santa, or any of the other stuff here, okay? It’s for decoration, not food. You never seen a Christmas ornament before?’’
It didn’t occur to him, as with most things, that this Terran tradition probably hadn’t spread out across the stars and become known to the wider galaxy, no matter how much he’d loved it as a kid or how big it was on Earth. Peter reached down to rummage in the box and tossed a glittery snake of tinsel at Acrim.
‘‘You wanna help?’’
#((perfect!))#((just realized... with this logic of hers somebody had better keep the tide pods away from Acrim))#mydaddywasaplanet#adventure! (rp)
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Acrim fumbled, scrambling for footing. Well, this was certainly a surprise... But she wasn't one to give up so quickly, fancy tricks or no. She was already going up against somebody several times her size, may as well not give up yet just because she could do... Whatever this was.
Once Acrim got herself back to her feet she was on the offensive, now that this was definitely a fight. She growled, baring the teeth lining her beak.
"Alright, fine, hard way it is."
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“Okay, so you can shapeshift. Neat trick, but you’re not scaring me. Now, come on, let’s make this easy on the both of us… Just hand over those pretty little stones you’ve got there and we can go our separate ways. Let’s not go the other route, yeah?”
She cocked her blaster to make her point about what exactly the other route was.
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((Somebody rp with me and teach Acrim about human winter holidays I'm begging you))
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Like this for a starter with Firebird verse Acrim!
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Like this for a starter with Lost Child verse Acrim!
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Like this for a starter with Red Dwarf verse Acrim!
#seeking fellow scavengers (open starters)#((figured I'd reblog these and hopefully get things going again))#verse: red dwarf
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((Hooooo boy, been a while since I checked here. Sorry for the disappearance!
In light of the newest update on tungle, I should let you know, I'm not going anywhere. Hopefully I'll get active again here soon!))
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"Oh yeah. These babies can disembowel somebody your size." Acrim replied.
She gave a little nod at the thanks, chuckling a bit at what followed.
"Well, nice to meet you, now that it's on better terms." she said. "Name's Acrim."
She glanced at his injured leg again, then looked him over a bit to make sure he was standing steadily enough.
"I've got some first aid stuff on my ship. You going to need ant help walking to get there?"
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Huh… Not often somebody actually let her go when she made it clear an item was important to her. Most of them couldn’t care less if it was worth money. Surprising but appreciated nonetheless.
She took a moment to shake herself off and attempt to brush her feathers back into place. She was about to turn and go before he changed his mind, but paused as she finally got a good look at what she had done to his leg. She really wasn’t one to just leave him like that if he was really going to let her go with this little piece of her history…
“Oh, uh… Thanks. Sorry about the leg… Looks like you got lucky, though, these talons have done a whole lot worse before. Okay, listen, since you’re doing me a favor here, so let me do one for you and help you with that.”
She slipped the artifact into one of the pouches on her belt and offered a hand.
Peter blinked at the hand she offered him a couple of times before reaching out to take it, hoisting himself back to his feet again.
‘‘This is getting lucky?’’ He asked, eyebrows raised as he looked between her and his bleeding leg. But then again, as he glanced over those talons, he figured she was probably right. ‘‘Thank you.’‘
The artifact was now safely tucked away, but he was perfectly ready to forget it ever existed and go get a large drink after that whole scuffle.
‘‘The name’s Peter, by the way, but you might’ve heard the name Star-Lord round these parts? That’s me. Y’know, you can call me either. Most people call me Star-Lord, but-’’ He waved a hand to show she was free to decide, and to cut into his own ramble. ‘‘You are?’’
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@white-fire-the-dragon liked for a starter!
“Okay, so you can shapeshift. Neat trick, but you’re not scaring me. Now, come on, let’s make this easy on the both of us... Just hand over those pretty little stones you’ve got there and we can go our separate ways. Let’s not go the other route, yeah?”
She cocked her blaster to make her point about what exactly the other route was.
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Do me a favor. Reblog this if you welcome the use of ask memes as icebreakers between characters that have never, or rarely, interacted before.
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Like this for a starter with Firebird verse Acrim!
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Like this for a starter with Lost Child verse Acrim!
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