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"Hey now, you're the unfamiliar ssspecies, to me," Verra reminded her. "This might not be my planet, but that doesssn't mean I'm going to refer to myssself as an alien." He waggled his finger at the girl, clicking his tongue. "Let's be politically correct, here. Now..."

He seemed to ignore the other's suggestion, but raised his hand to knock anyways. Just as his curled fist was about to descend upon the glass, however, he paused and thought better of it. "Perhapsss you should knock. I might put a crack in the door. Not that I'm claiming to be a meathead or anything; jussst..." He held out his hand, offering for her to touch it -- the skin was hard like granite.

Just as the pair was about to enter, however, yet another wonderful thing happened: the arrows ******** shitheaded assholes!" Verra screeched. The lack of arrows could mean several things; perhaps the paint or whatever it was had expired, perhaps the blacklights had ran out of power, perhaps whoever was watching had seen that they no longer needed assistance finding the hideout. However, the first thought that popped into the alien's bright pink head was that the watchers were giving the trio a gigantic silent '******** off, we don't want you here.'

"I am thisss ******** clossse to calling in the goddamn cavalry and hhht thisss entire worthlesssss planet. Hey!" He pounded on the door, ignoring his earlier caution. "Are you gonna let two poor, lossst, hopelessss refugees in or not?!"

[goodness, i hope not. o.o i warned for language in the discussion, and warned for him being a b***h in his profile, and it's sort of a crucial part of his character; it kind of shows his latent aggressiveness. regardless, i'll try to limit his swearing to mostly when he's angry. :C ]

"Th...thanks" Kary said, the shock of becoming food still lingering over her as she panted heavily. She then got to her feet and looked around. Wait a minute... "Where's my axe?" she then looked at the zombie. Her weapon was still dug into its skull. I thought I dug it out... Oh well, Kary just had to go get it!
She dashed towards the beast, or rather, beside it, as it had it's back to her at the moment. When she was in front of it, she dug her other axe into the ground, pulling a U-turn from the blade and launched at the arm Desirae's sister had yanked the fist off. Quickly she scrambled up the arm, digging into the shoulder and swinging around to land by its neck. Again, it flailed its arms to get rid of her, but she simply slammed her axe into the zombie's face, making a large indent on the nose and shoving the skin in. When she pulled her axe out, it made a sickening slurp sound, and Kary was disgusted by the noise.
As the zombie screamed in pain, Kary took the opportunity to retrieve the axe still stuck in its head. She used the side of its head to help her climb on top. It screamed louder as she wrenched her second axe free. It wobbled again, but she was prepared this time, and slammed her eapons into both sides of its head, trying to hold on. When it came to a relative stop, still crying from the pain, Kary grumbled. "Shut up already! and with that, she swung her axes into the back of its neck and pressed as hard as she could. the soft tissue made it difficult, but Kary was intent on killing it. Slowly, blood and the jello stuff spurted in her face and covered her entire front. Eventually, she succeeded in chopping its head off, in which she rode it down as the zombie collapsed, dead.
Kary panted heavily, not bothering to wipe her face. "Try...and...eat...me...now..." she huffed.

{{I took a quick look around the rules here, in the main forum, and the ToS just in case, but I'm not finding anything BURN specific on language. I remember reading something about language by elyzia [I want to say she was lenient with the use of strong language, but please don't quote me on that], but that was ages ago and I can't find it now. Perhaps my fellow crew members know what I'm talking about? :] I'll leave it up to Irako to pass final judgement on language use in here.}}

Coraline thinks for a moment. She can not trust the man and keep walking on the streets, but it seems thats a bad thing to do her her case because she might get infected by one of those things. Or she can go up to the room where he's at and be safe... for now...

Coraline dosent even know the man, and a second ago she wanted to talk to someone just out of the blue. Coraline thinks... She rather be safe then dead. Coraline looks at the man, "sure, I guess..."

Coraline slowly walks up to the abandoned house and walks into the room he's in. She takes a look around, seeing the room really dark. "It's very dark in here..." She says like it surprise's her when she lives in another abandoned house 10 times darker than this one. Maybe it was because she never met someone with a dark house like her...

Verra scrunched his nose at his companion. "'Gray'? Is that the most dessscriptive name you can think of for me? In that case I'll just call you Brown." He smirked at her reaction to the texture of his skin.

Lose it? Perhaps. But Verra had found that anger and threats tended to get things done a lot more quickly. People who didn't feel intimidated by him ignored him; people who feared him listened. And, after nearly a decade of being the only mildly well-known alien in a sea of nervous masses, he'd grown used to being feared.

"What do you keep sssticking in your mouth?" Verra snapped, forcing himself to turn away from the building. "I don't sssee the point unless it's sssomething that'll allow us to wreak havoc on the ******** that toyed with usss." He prowled a bit closer to the girl, two of his pupils focusing on the stick. "Sssmells nasty, too. But..." He took a breath. He was about to pave to way for a tie to a human, here, something he hadn't wanted to do. But the girl did seem cocksure enough to be at least slightly competent, and she did fill the requirement of being a fair bit larger and more muscular than him. "I sssuppose I could put up with it."

Verra steadfastly ignored the warning that she'd issued, but made an effort to quiet down, nonetheless. In all honesty, he was impressed that this human wasn't phased by his mood swings. Maybe he'd keep her around for a bit, after all.

"You realize," he ground out after a moment, "that you're more or less inviting me to be your companion. You shhhould also realize that I intend to do as little shhhooting and clawing and as much running as possible." He flicked a strand of pink out of his face, fluttering nonexistent eyelashes at the girl. "Hope that's not a problem. What sssupplies do you need, then?"

[i appreciate your concern, ryeder :3 i do hope he's not offending anyone. i make an attempt to have most of his swearing be part of his charm. if it is offensive, though, i suppose that's the crew's call :U]