(Yesss there ya go xD)

Lieutenant Calvert

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"Yeah, it's so sad. His mother was probably a hamster and his father smelled of elderberries," Norrie murmured pityingly. What a terrible childhood. I pity the fool.

"You tryna flirt, shitstain?" She hissed, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing or smiling. It wasn't so much what he said, moreso how goddamn quick he was with it. Improv like that was quite the skill. It made arguing fun.

(Yasss that's great xD I can't help but think 'Godzilla vs Kong' though lmaooo. We definitely need to do that x3)

"Hey, where there's yelling, a good time is waiting to be found," She stated rather philosophically. Unless it was a domestic violence case. Then that wasn't a good time. Unlessss you heard yelling and beat the shit outta the offender. Good time. "Consider it done. Though... you're tall as fuck, so you can do your own clothes shopping. I don't pay for same-day delivery for nothing," Norrie said.(Today I learned you can indeed order Doordash 'n shit to a military base, depending on the base's rules for deliveries lol) The cook-dude who was closest to the door at the moment just about jumped outta his skin before nodding, relaying the message, and a plate of chicken was slid bartender-style down the metal countertop, where 'fraidy-cat handed it to Axl and hurried off to continue with dinner prep. "Dinner is served monsieur, bon apetite," Norrie said, and plopped down at the nearest table.

Axl

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It was a better childhood than Axl got, but he didn't mention that. Although he had quite a bit of shit to complain about, he wasn't a fan of pointing out how horrible he had it. Like boasting about what he survived. It just didn't make any sense to him.

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At her hiss, he flashed a slow smile, not hesitating. "With someone as deadly as you that would very likely stab me if I said anything else? Always." He stated smoothly. "You can't blame me, darling." Now he was using the word just to irritate her. "For the past 10 or so years, all I've seen are males." He commented innocently. Definitely not playing off of his railing the teen joke, nuh uh.

(Damn this is gonna be good XD. Norrie and Glory just laughing at them as they beat each other into pulp xD)

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"Oh of course. Yelling is beneficial. And fun." He mused, agreeing with at least that much. It helped you get rid of anger, annoy other people, blow off steam... it was perfect. "I never asked you to buy me clothes, I just need access to a place that I can get them. I will take care of it." He snorted quietly. He wasn't THAAAAT tall... if you looked at it from Leo's perspective. He was only 6'5, and built like a wolf. A lean mean fighting machine. Axl sniffed the air and ran his tongue over his fangs, grabbing the plate. He took it out to the table Norrie plopped down at, his claws sliding out a couple inches as he sliced up the meat. He preferred using his own utensils. Spears on his knuckles, Wolverine style. A sniff of the chicken told him it was in fact not poisoned, although he didn't expect it to be. He stabbed a piece and took a bite, relishing in the burst of flavor. "Finally. Real food. Cooked meat. Tastes like heaven."

Lieutenant Calvert

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"Oh shut your goddamn trap 'fore I do it for you," Norrie grumbled. "I can and will blame you, but why the fuck not- shoot your shot, I don't give a shit." She could put up with that just fine, partly since if he stepped outta line she was the one with the gun and the authority to use it. Sticks and stone may break your bones but Norrie'll really hurt you. Even the little buggers in grammar school had said that.

(They'll be placing bets on who's gonna win xD Thirty bucks on Leo lmfao)

"I'm glad you agree. Lotta people don't. Then again, they're usually on the receiving end," She mused. Yelling at people was utterly delightful, being yelled at was a little less so. Too bad, so sad. Suck it up buttercup, and don't fuck it up. If you don't want to be yelled at, don't do something to deserve yelling at, simple as that. "Riiight, and that'd be outside the wall. I can pull a lotta strings for you, but that's not really one of 'em," She sighed, "but yes, you will take care of it." She took out her phone and dropped it on the table. "The delivery address n' shits already put in, and you don't gotta run nothin by me first." She couldn't really have amazon or walmart or whateverthefuck deliever directly to them, since it'd take longer cuz of security screening and other bullshit, but an address a few miles down the road worked wonders.

"Glad you think so, cuz that's about the extent of the cooks' collective culinary talent," Norrie snorted. It wasn't like their food was bad, there was just nothing special about it. Like medieval british people before learning they could exploit other countries for spices. It was sad beige in the form of food.

Axl

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"I have full faith that you will not refrain from doing that." His lips twitched as he smirked slightly at her grumbling. "Tis more for my own entertainment, so not giving a shit is a good idea." Axl stated with as much cheeriness as he ever held, which wasn't much but still worked wonders. He didn't intend to do anything past stupid comments, so what the hell. It wouldn't really matter. He was pretty much just joking, anyway... except for the only male scientists for 10 years thing. He WASN'T kidding about that. Apparently they were less apt to feel bad for the patient. Although, he couldn't help but think... if Norrie was one of those scientists, she'd likely take joy in it. If the subject could fight back. She'd kick their ass while they desperately struggled to kill hers. It was a funny thought, honestly.

(40 bucks on Leo. Axl's built for fighting n' shit... Leo does it for Glory. He would totally win xD. Tis not like they're both practically indestructible)

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"Maybe they should try yelling every once in a while. Then they'd appreciate the art." He mused. Still, in his opinion, it wasn't as delightful as the art of quick sarcastic responses. Having something to go at a moments notice. He was the master of that. He could respond like he knew what you were going to say even though he didn't and make it sarcastic AND funny. His wing twitched as she spoke and he nodded slightly. "Not like I care how they get here." He responded flatly, taking about .9 seconds to do two simple things. He put the phone back down a second later, done.

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Axl turned his attention to the food with a shrug. "Anything tastes good to me." He responded easily. With some things, he was rather easy going, and with others, he'd likely rip your head off. Like if you took the last piece of bacon. You were going to die. He finished the food in a quick, yet measured amount of time. He had an internal clock going to make sure he didn't inhale the food TOO fast, but he wasn't going to dawdle on eating. "I suggest you explain how the next day is going to look. Where do I have access too, am I going to be babysat the whole time, where do I sleep, basic shit like that." He watched someone walk out of the area with the gaze of a hawk before wiping off his claws and sheathing them.

Lieutenant Calvert

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"Well, your situational awareness isn't total shit," Norrie said flatly. "Oh no, god forbid he ever gets bored. How terrible." Hey, if keeping him entertained was keeping him outta trouble, he could make all the stupid comments he wanted. Well, depending on the company. There were some that'd get their panties in a wad if they heard Axl saying shit like that to Norrie. Not like she gave a shit about whose panties were bunched. They could all take a flying fuck at a rolling donut for all she cared.

(yesss haha, Axl'd just be fighting to save his ass and his dignity, Leo'd pulverize the poor bastard for so much as thinking the wrong things about his girlfriend xD)

"Pfft, nah. Those spineless cocksucking shiteating little tramps would scare themselves if they tried it," Norrie said with a snort. Yelling was good, but yelling comebacks quicker than the opponent could think was just beautiful. Volume plus speed equals higher force of insult, and that meant more emotional damage. She just shrugged and put her phone back in her pocket.

"Anything?" She asked skeptically. "Like, is there anything you wouldn't eat?" Obviously if there was no proper food to be found everything was an option, but come on. There had to be SOMETHING so violently repulsive that it'd be better to go hungry than eat it. "Alright, uh, pretty much anywhere inside the wall, only for a few days, for now a glorified version of the pound but I'll see what I can do about that.... anything else?" Norrie couldn't let him just wander around by himself right off the get-go; it was bad enough he was entirely unrestrained in the eyes of the ever-retarded higher-ups, but eventually he'd be allowed to for the most part. She could be very persuasive, and thus could probably grant him a bit more freedom sooner. The sleeping arrangement would probably be a bit more difficult, but nothing Norrie couldn't handle.

Axl

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"Considering I've been chained to a wall for the past, oh I don't know, my ENTIRE LIFE, I think I deserve to do SOMETHING interesting." He huffed sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "At least talking to you is like nothing I've ever done before. You are truly unique. Compliments are few and far in between, so accept what you get." He stated with a slight smirk. Not that she needed or wanted his worthless compliments.

(It would be comedy at its finest XD)

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"Scare themselves? I think not. If whomever they yelled at yelled back, that's when they'd be scared." He mused with a slight wrinkle of his nose, something he commonly did but never thought about. It was funny how he could kill someone with a flick of his wing and yet he's just over here wondering if hippos can jump and wrinkling his nose as he thinks that.

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Axl tilted his head and thought about it for a moment. "I'll eat anything, sure. If I'm hungry enough. I've had worms and termites and grubs n' shit... I prefer the termites. Gives a nice crunch. Obviously I've eaten enough raw food for a lifetime. It it's nutritious, I'll eat it." He shrugged. That wasn't a hard answer... if he needed food and had access to something gross and that something gross had protein or something, he'd eat it. "Oo yay, I'm like a pup in a pound, how delightful." He half bared his fangs in a way that could've been a mocking smile but ended up being just a look of disgust. "Anywhere inside the wall. I'll keep that in mind." He knew be wouldn't be left to his own devices, so someone would just tell him where to go. He touched his brow with a finger, stopping, suddenly looking troubled. He then lifted his head and sniffed the air. His ears twitched forward. "Get down. Everyone, GET THE FUCKING FIDDLESTICKS DOWN!!" Axl roared, mostly to the people in the room but hoping his loud voice broadcasted further, leaping towards Norrie and wrapping his wings around her a split second before the whole building shook, a burst of flame billowed into the air, there was a loud boom, and shrapnel went flying. Some of the shrapnel pieces embedded themselves in his back, but his wings deflected any heading towards Norrie. His face twisted into a snarl and he stood up, wings flared and eyes furious as he scanned the now wreckage. There was a hole in the roof and the floor the size of a good crater, and they weren't far from it. A couple people were not moving that he could see. He sniffed the air again and then darted forward, something in his demeanor different. Changed. A switch in his mind and been flicked. He spread his wings and launched himself into the air, out of the building, and immediately landed outside. Another hole had been blown in the wall and the sentries were all dead, as far as he could tell. Someone was creeping through the wreckage. He crept up behind them and then grabbed them and slammed them against a concrete chunk, hearing cracks as their ribs broke with the force. He ripped the gun out of their hands and bared his fangs, claws sliding out. "How many of you are there?" He hissed. "Answer now. I will not kill you. I will pull your fingernails off of your phalanges and stuff them in your eyeballs." The man was shaking like a leaf and whimpered slightly. Axl didn't wait a second before stabbing his claws through their shoulder. They screamed, tears already welling in their eyes. "I- th- there are- just 10 of u-us- a sp-pecial mission." He blubbered. Not a second later, Axl ripped their throat out with his teeth and let them crumple to the ground before moving forward in a calculated manner.

Lieutenant Calvert

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"Oh do you now? I don't think that's up to you to decide," Norrie said, "I ain't your mommy, I ain't your wife, I'm nothing to you. I don't give a shit about compliments, so you can take all of 'em and shove 'em up your ass and to the left." Compliments were just more goddamn words. More yappage. There was no need for it.

(Nuh-uh, not would- will. We're totally doing that xD Eventually >,>)

"Eh, I think it's like when a dog farts in its sleep and wakes itself up," She shrugged. Although yes, they definitely would be scared if the reciever of their shouting became the shouter.

Norrie didn't look the slightest bit disgusted or disturbed; just intrigued. "Are grubs kinda like gummy worms?" She asked, fascinated. Obviously they wouldn't taste like them, but still, gotta be a similar texture. Or maybe they did taste the same. You could just cover them in that sour sugar stuff and it'd basically be the same thing. Norrie had time to think what's the point of a fake swear right after an actual one? before what could've been the aforemention mass extinction event occurred. It was also a good reminder that building-dust was a lot more irritating to breathe than ground-dust, especially when paired with smoke, and thus it was a good idea to try NOT to breathe. As Axl left, she drew a slow, shuddering breath and trotted toward the door, grabbing her lead slinger and flicking the safety off. She heard some incredibely girly scream - surely not Axl - and her head snapped in its direction. Sure enough, Axl wasn't the screamer, but the cause of it. And by the looks of it, the screamer wouldn't be screaming again any time soon. Scanning the area quickly, Norrie made her way to Axl, looking down at the body of the screamer and the blood pooling quickly around it with a morbid satisfaction. "Delightful," She muttered dryly. "Ruined my goddamn day." She shook her head, now glaring at the corpse. "Did it say anything useful?" She asked Axl. Given how it was dead, it had probably never been useful in its life. Oh well. Norrie may skin it and made a new wallet out of it, then it can be useful in death, at least.

(Gurl. I saw how biggofa paragraph you wrote before actually reading and assumed it was on the subject of what bugs taste good and what don't😭)

(I CAN write a paragraph on that if you want. Roasted grasshoppers and ketchup- LOTS of ketchup- taste good too)

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Axl

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"It is up to me to decide, I'm the one with the killer wings." He waved one of the metal contraptions to point that out. "I never said you were. I also never said you had to listen to me or comment on what I say, so the fact you're responding means you DO give a shit. Maybe not about the compliments thing, though. However, I can say what I want, so accept them or not, I REALLY don't care." Axl replied in the same tone as her. He didn't give a rats ass if she wanted his compliments or not. He could give what he wanted and say what he wanted.

(Yasssss. I'm already looking forward to it. Aaaaalso, apologies on the not responding thing, I'm at a dog show and only have time for one and I picked this one cause it's new 0-o. I'll respond to both again on Sunday or before lol)

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"Like: Ooooiaggofuioo I didn't know I could DO that." He scoffed, paired with a slight snort.

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"Not at all. They are more like a very thin plastic incasing a bunch of watery slime. And they taste like... well... slime. Goo. Snot. A bit like oysters." Axl mused, nose wrinkling slightly as he thought. "My favorite is still termites. So much protein in a little crunch."

Axl stopped as be heard Norrie's voice, turning his head towards her. "I want to make it clear I'm not your damn puppet. I'm only doing this because they dare attack the same building I'm in. On that note, there's 9 more and there will soon be none." He growled, moving forward again. He heard a click and flared his wings. A Feather went zipping through the air, the razor sharp metal slicing through the throat of a person with a gun. The enemy. They crumpled to the ground. Three humans jumped out and fired their guns. Axl deflected the bullets with his wings and stabbed one of them through the head with his long claws, swinging it around to use the body as a shield. A second later, he threw it at the other two, knocking them over. While they were on the ground, he crushed their skulls with one squeeze of his cyborg fist. There was a sizzle as a bullet ripped through his metal shoulder, though it really barely grazed it. He sent two feathers shooting towards the shooter. "5 left. 1 needs to be alive. Interrogation. Why should I care? Doesn't matter." He muttered to himself, taking off again. His wings spread as he soared low over the earth, eyes scanning the ground. A second later, he dipped into the building and grabbed a guy by the neck. Lifting them up, 20 feet in the air at least, he let them fall to the ground over a twisted piece of metal. The scream died as they were impaled.

(Pfft nah that sounds nasty xD)

Lieutenant Calvert

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"Good for you," Norrie said, and although phonetically that's what she said, it was more like I still don't give a shit. "What are you saying I DO give a shit about? Your sad, horny attempts to flirt with me? You are in desperate need of some practise or something before you carry on trying that shit with me," She snorted. It was more funny than anything else; made you wonder what the end goal even was.

(Nah don't worry about it, do your doggo things! I can wait until Sunday lol. And the epic crossover event of the century's gonna have to wait until we get far enough along over here anyway x3)

"Exactly!" Norrie said. Honestly, the only people worse than dumb ones[and dumb ones who think they're smart] are the wusses. The ones that are fully grown and still afraid of the dark.

"That's nasty," She said, "and please don't tell me you're a snot gobbler." Booger-eaters ranked just below the 'fraidy-cats, almost tying with them.

"Hey, I get that," Norrie said, then grinned mischeivously, "but nobody told you to do diddlyfuck to protect me. That was your choice." She honestly had no clue why he did, but was grateful that he had. She let Axl do his thing - he seemed to be enjoying it a little, if Norrie wasn't mistaken, and she wasn't willing to take that from him. She caught a bit of movement by what remained of the nearest section of wall, and waiting just a bit to see what creatures and how many. It turned out to be two intruders, and Norrie caught sight of metal glinting off the barrel of a gun. She opened fire on them, and was pleased to watch a spray of red paint the air and the side of the concrete rubble. The sharp, acrid scent of gunpowder and hot metal hung in the air, and Norrie could almost taste it. She saw someone go running away from the base, shot at it, but they'd already disappeared around the side of the wall that was serving partly as Norrie's cover. A moment later, she just barely caught the roar of a vehicle firing up and hauling ass outta there. Well shit, that cowardly muff diving, crab crawling, asshole pinko shitgobbler was fleeing. She scowled, trying to decide whether it'd better to pursue or stay- there was a chance it was a trap or some shit. If they DID go after them, Norrie'd probably go get one of the humvees.

Axl

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The hybrid snorted quietly. "Ouch. They are not sad nor horny." He sniffed. "I need no practice. I have accomplished my goal perfectly. If I actually wanted to flirt with you... I just wouldn't. I'd go find some starstruck looney girl in desperate need of attention and prey on her desires." He said drily, not reaaaally kidding. If he DID want to flirt with someone he'd find someone that would appreciate it, bottom line. Howwwwwever, that was literally no one on this God forsaken planet, because he had WINGS and HORNS and didn't look fucking normal.

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(Much obliged. I can't wait either even though I'm the one waiting xD)

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He wrinkled his nose slightly and gave her a slightly incredulous mostly offended look. "Dear mother fluffing stars above, NO. Just because I'm not very picky doesn't mean THAT. Eugh." He put on a dignified disgusted face. That shit wasn't EDIBLE. He only ate edible things.

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Axl's eyes narrowed and his wings twitched. "That- was spur of the moment." He huffed, turning away. There was no damn way he could think up some fast shitty response to spew to that. 'Wouldn't want my new favorite human to die, ehhh?' Blech.

He sniffed the air when he was up in it and realized something. Since Norrie had mowed down the two morons near the wall, there was only one more person... whom Axl spotted darting towards the woods this very instant. A second later, a truck motor started. "No fucking way you snot eating manatee fucking coward." He hissed under his breath, folding his wings in and shooting after them. He skimmed right above the woods until he found the road, and the vehicle, then beat his wings to catch up. As soon as he was above it, he dove down and landed, hard, on the roof. Claws unsheathed, he stabbed them into the metal and raked through it like paper. Axl stuck his head in the newfound hole. "Boo." He snarled, grabbing the man by his throat and ripping him out of the hole. He flew up immediately, man dangling, still alive, from his cyborg hand, and started back to the base. Since he could visibly see their face turning blue, he adjusted his grip so he wasn't choking them, scowling. Axl flared his wings and came down inside the wall, landing gently, even though he threw the man down like a Sack of potatoes. They crumpled immediately. He kept his claws unsheathed and grabbed two daggers, shoving them through the man's hand and into the ground. After the shrieks of pain died out into choked sobbing, he lifted his head and licked the blood from his fangs with an unhappy snort. "NORRIE!" He bellowed, waiting for her to get her ass over here and take the shithead that managed to stay alive.