(itsy bitsy side note cuz I know you was gone a while and I have a bad habit of growing somewhat vague sometimes but Ma'am and Sir are driving noweth.)

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"Annd how'd you get close to a horse? Not them trying to make a human-wolf-horse hybrid I hope," Norrie said with an exaggerated shudder. Maybe more dumb 'experiments' to see how horses would react to him or something. Probably more of just an excuse to see him kicked or bitten, though. Huh huh dogboy go ow. Just goes to show the average intelligence of humanity.

If people's IQ was displayed above their heads, life would be MUCH easier. For one, hiring people would be a much simpler choice, making friends that AREN'T total numbskulls, ending conversations short with people lacking in the smarts department... oh yes, it'd be wonderful. A clear way to differentiate between the smart and the stupid without having to interact with them or observe them would be AMAZING. No more having to sit through some flat earthers trying to explain the ice wall that keeps water in, or how Earth is a disk hurling through space but the sun and moon are round. Even bigger bonus, it could be used to selectively breed people to be smarter and less retarded so we stop with the fucking dances on social media and people wondering how mirrors work and which joint in a dog's front leg is the 'wrist' and which is the elbow. Good lord people are stupid. (M'lady WHAT the actual fuck?! Whyyy oh my god. I'd expect that of a five-year-old, not someone three years from legally being an adult holy shit o.O Literally raised under a rock or something lmao)

"I ain't happy about it either," Norrie agreed. Jackson was... a few fries short of a happy meal. He was running a quart low. Not the brightest crayon in the box. His elevator doesn't reach the top floor. However you want to put it, he was simply unintelligent. "I know," She sighed, "but I don't have much say in it." If it were up to her, well, she'd basically be Hitler but killing off stupid people. But nooo, they were sentient beings with feelings and so they deserved to live and waste oxygen and resources. "So, game plan. It's..." She paused to check the time, "just after nine. Post office'll be open, which means Swagnes will be there. Post office, then pick up Jackson, thennn I think maybe airport? If Hauffman's thought that far along," She mused with a snort. Norrie HATED Amazon with a passion and thus never used it, instead opting for just about anything else. The problem with that was a good many didn't use UPS or USPS or FedEx or whatever so they didn't deliver to post offices directly, nor could they get to the base without special authorization. The solution? Agnes, more commonly known as Swagnes, the very popular hip old lady who worked at the post office. She let Norrie order things to her address and then brought them to work with her to be picked up. Mucho convenient. The old girl did love an overly long conversation, though. Not too difficult to get out of, though.

With that plan in mind, Norrie drove the rest of the way to town, not too ecstatic about anything. Why should she be? Gotta go idiot hunting with a certified idiot. Lotta fun. Eventually, they got to the post office, and Norrie was mildly pleased to see a few people giving the humvee confused stares along the way.

"Don't cause too much trouble, okay? This is a sick fuckin ride, but lacking the luxury of illegally-dark-tinted windows," Norrie said before going to face the final boss; good old John Q Public. She hadn't made it two feet inside before Swagnes caught sight of her. She was almost all gray on top, but had a few wisps of brunette hair. Her face was lined from age but sweet, and she didn't have a gramma-flab body. She'd kept herself in surprisingly great shape for a woman of many summers. The older lady immediately grinned and said, "Norrie! There she is, how's it going?"

Norrie, of course, had to put on a smile and try her best to match Swagnes's energy. "Well it's going, with or without me. Looks like I'll be, ah, outta town for the foreseeable future," She replied, without her usual doom-and-gloom grumble.

Swagnes nodded knowingly - according to her, she'd served in the Marines, if Norrie's memory was to be trusted. Maybe it couldn't, it'd just been a passing comment some time ago. "I know how that goes," She said." I got your packages, hon," She handed said packages to Norrie, and much to Norrie's surprise, didn't try to engage in her usual conversation. Guess all it took was mentioning the fact she may or may not have places to be related to her military service. Instead, Swagnes just ushered Norrie out the door, though it seemed like it was less to have her gone and more so that Swagnes would be less tempted to get caught up talking. With their final goodbyes, see-you-laters, and whatnot, Norrie was able to escape the world of Out In Public, depositing the goods on the backseat before returning to her place behind the humvee's wheel. Oh joy.

"Terrorize any children while I was gone?" She asked half-sarcastically.

(.... I did not possess that knowledge at this time. My apologies, comrade, pretend like he's gazing out the open car window or somethin')

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"They were carting me througha stableyard once and I got kicked thrice in one day. You don't have to worry about little human-wolf-horse Axl/Devil spawn running around." Axl reassured with a lopsided wolfish grin. "That would be, admittedly, absolutely terrible." Mostly the he would have children out there somewhere part. The humans HAD tried to BREED HIM like a frigging dog before and that had NOT gone over well- the humans and hybrid involved had both died. He hadn't wanted to kill the hybrid- she was innocent ish- but in his eyes, she had been a threat and needed to be neutralized. That had been one of the biggest crimes they had almost committed. Not quite, though. Not on his watch. "I do have a delightful scar where a horse took a chunk outta me, though. Good times." It mostly blended in with all the other scars on his torso, except for being sorta under his arm and rather round and unnatural looking. (It was admittedly terrifying and I harbor no hope for our generation or the next xD)

He did not want to have to deal with Jackson- and the ever present urge to violently murder the guy. Then again, that urge was ever present with everyone, including Norrie, to some degree. He was practically hardwired to despise all humans. Hate, in the deepest meaning of the word. Humans were generally stupid, cruel, egotistical, selfish, sadistic, and malicious beings that had no care for anyone or anything other than themselves. He had seen this first hand and it had turned him into a rather cynical being. The only people he didn't generally want to kill were young children. Before they were tainted with civilization. He hadn't talked to any children, really.. he had been purposefully kept away from them. Wonder why. In any case, this one time, he was at the hybrid fighting ring, maybe 16 years old. A young child, 8 or so, had left the spectating areas, wandered back to the cages, and approached his, for whatever reason. "Why are you locked up?" The small girl had whispered with the most innocent look of concern. She had walked right up to the bars, stuck her hand through, and brushed her fingers down his horns, something he would NEVER forget. She had studied him with the intent of an 8 year old, then wrinkled her nose. "You look so pretty... your wings are all silver and shiny. My name is Maria." No fear had shown in her voice as she sat down next to the cage. He could've easily reached out and slit her throat, but he hadn't. He had sat there shell shocked. "I'm sorry they're making you fight. I don't know why. Why are they afraid of you? And what's your name?" She had murmured, poking at the bars. "I don't know. It's... Rhys..." He had mumbled back, still watching her with a bit of awe. She was so different from all the other humans. He had never told any human his real name, but it had just flown out. "I know something that'll cheer you up, Rhys." The girl had immediately brightened, running off. She came back within a minute, holding a picture. "I made this for my daddy but he just took a picture and said that since it was already on his phone, he didn't need the paper. Maybe it'll cheer you up!" She had chirped, sticking her small hands through the bars again and handing him a piece of paper. He had reached out with trembling hands and taken it, observing a children's drawing of a rainbow, a sunny sky, and the typical birds that consisted of two lines. It was all lopsided and the colors were wrong, but Axl swore he had almost cried. "It'll be okay." She had whispered, and looked like she was going to say something else before an adult ran up, screaming. Obviously her parent. He had yanked her away and kicked the cage, then left. Axl never saw Maria again, but he remembered her. That memory was burned into his consciousness. Now thinking about it, he reached into his pocket and worked his fingers into a ripped scene, pulling out a torn, dirty, crumpled scrap of paper. The faded crayon colors of a rainbow stared back at him. Ah yes, the big softie had kept it, all these years. A faint, real smile came to his lips before disappearing as he stuffed it back in. Just a glimpse of the real him. Rhys, or real him, didn't come out often- usually when looking at that picture or watching a kid play... he had a serious soft spot for children. He had carefully constructed the Axl facade and was not letting it go now. No time for sentimental stuff.. he was a solider on a mission, now.

His ears twitched towards her and he started absorbing what she was saying again. Something about the time... ah yes. He got it now. "Sounds like a plan." He replied drily. As long as he got a shirt on his back and some real pants, he'd be good to go. Which they would be picking up. As silence fell, he continued keeping one ear swiveled slightly towards Norrie, but his nose was focused on the open window, and his mind was focused on what he could've been if he would've lived a normal life. When they finally pulled up to the post office, his lip curled in disgust at the smell of cigarettes. "I won't murder anyone." Best promise he could make. Accidents did happen, though. While she was gone, he simply peered around him and stayed silent. He got a few second glances and one horrified muffled gurgled screech from a lady that immediately ran to her car and drove away, but nothing else. Sighing, he raked his fingers through his hair and returned to his normal posture as she returned. "Only adults." He replied flatly, pushing the hair back out of his eyes to glare at a guy who was smoking. As they drove past, he narrowed his pupils to slits and bared his fangs at the patron, causing the guy to shriek in a girly tone and scramble away in fear, cigarette forgotten. Axl smirked a little and looked back at the road, eyes normal again.

(No worries xD Oh, by the way, remember the mind murderer? From the Gleo? Which you asked me to draw... way back in July? I have begun, enjoy.

Being an artist is fun because I can use my power for good... or for evil xD)

"Oh thank god. If that was a concern, I reserve the right to turn them into a chunky red smear," Norrie said. With a swiss-cheese-inator or some form of vehicular manslaughter, either one worked. Or possibly both. Ooh, how about a tank? So the funky little satanic spawn get blown to mush and then that mush gets smashed into the treads as the tank runs the over. Yes, that'd do. That'd do juuust fine. Orrr, behind door number three, you use them for nuclear testing. REALLY blow them to smithereens. And everything within the area. In the wise words of Plankton, N is for No survivorrrrs! And the wise words of what's-his-face, why would I call the police if somebody breaks into my house? That's evidence. That's witnesses. That's paperwork. Chances are, nobody knows they're there in the first place, so I'll just take care of business. (That's genuinely terrifying x3 Literally the reason shampoo has instructions lmao)

Norrie caught just the slightest movement in the corner of her eye, but didn't turn her head. Instead, she just slyly side-eyed Axl for a moment, but said nothing. She hadn't really caught what exactly he had, but it wasn't important at the moment. No point in prying.

"Sounds like bullshit," She grumbled, though it was more of an agreement than an argument, somehow. Like, yeah, sure, a plan, but a damn shitty one. Well, not the plan itself, it did nothing wrong, but the circumstances of said plan. And because of that goddamn motherfucker Jackson.

"I tell myself that all the time but it's usually got a 50/50 success rate," Norrie snorted. Her way of saying copy that. But really, sometimes not murdering any of the John Qs was all you could do. But then sometimes they deserved at least a good whackin' and smackin'. Or perhaps a slice of cheese to the face. That was usually enough to startle them out of their stupidity for a moment.

"Oh lovely. Now they're either gonna turn into conspiracy theorists, stoners, or file police reports and cause chaos for us," She said flatly. That may be possibly true, but did she care? Not one tiny itsy bitsy teensy weensy bit, you can bet your ass on that. Let 'em have more paperwork. She shook her head in amusement at the Scared Shitless Smoker before refocusing on the road. Lucky them, the next stop was to go get Jackson. At least Axl got to go take a shower and put on clean clothes; Norrie had to go try to explain what was going on to Jackson like trying to tell a 5-year-old where babies come from, keeping it vague to keep from traumatizing them but also satisfying their wondering.

They got back around ten-forty, not bad for a trip to the post office, but instead of parking the humvee back in the garage, she just left it in front of The Apartments on the Bad Side of Town. "Can I trust you to work a damn faucet and not invite a toaster to join you? I gotta go hunt down Jackson," Norrie sighed as she got out.

Jackson was not too hard to find, as he was stupidvising those actually trying to be productive at the remains of the wall and mess hall. After dumbing things down three or four times, a light bulb finally came on inside that empty head of his and he agreed almost eagerly, like this was some playdate or sightseeing vacation.

(Ooooooomiegoodness it already looks perfect xD. I got into charcoal a couple months ago and you would not believe the horrors I've created. Lots of skulls, the Skull Crawler from Kong, a Xenomorph, a demon puppy (and a cute puppy) and many others lol)

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"Wh- h- n- what?! No! They'd be living sentient beings! Children!" He squeaked, whacking her shoulder. "They MAY be devil spawn but most humans are, too, don't consider it a lost cause!" If it WAS real, anyway. And there would only be one. And even if it was a little too far gone to be fully human, it could be like a really smart pet that could eat intruders or some crap like that. (I literally just watched whats-his-faces video less than an hour ago, and totally read it in that voice xD)

(Yup. Or the reason hamburgers wrappers have don't eat this wrapper on it. Or the reason car manuals USED to tell you how to change the oil and now they tell you not to drink the antifreeze)

Axl knew damn well he hasn't been the sneakiest idiot in the world when pulling out the paper, but he didn't REALLY care as he assumed Norrie wouldn't be a nosy jerk and immediately ask what it was. His senses told him she hadn't turned her head, and although he knew, like any good solider, she'd glance over to see what was happening- or at least he would've- he also assumed she didn't get a good look at the item. In any case, it wasn't a closely guarded secret, he just didn't want to explain why he had a drawing of a rainbow done by an 8 year old in his pocket. A quick calculation told him, to his utmost shock, Maria would be 16 this year. How time had flown. "Sounds like we'll actually be getting somewhere instead of sitting on our derriere's all damn day." He responded with a snort. It didn't matter if that somewhere was back to the base- at least that meant shower. Personally, he could NOT WAIT for that. Maaaaaybe he could even find some damn scissors for his unruly hair. Or, even better, a buzz cutter, but that was highly unlikely for that to just be laying around in the apartment.

"I won't violently murder anyone?" He broadened the scope, flashing a lazy smile. That might be just as hard, but at least if he got really pissed he could kill someone. Just not violently.

"I'm pretty sure they already had the stoner part down." He wrinkled his nose. "Probably good. They'll think they were hallucinating, per usual." He really didn't give a flying rhinoceros horn if one or two people saw him at a remote post office in the middle of nowhere, Montana. (They're in Montana, right 0-o)

Axl tilted his head and thought, deeply, about her answer for a few moments. "Hmmmmm... I mean, I can't promise the toaster part. They find me VERY attractive, for some reason. I'll try to keep them at bay, for you." He drawled with a smirk, getting out as well, grabbing the package of clothing, and stalking inside. Once he arrived at the room he was ushered into, he proceeded to close the door and try and find scissors. Luck smiled upon him that time and he did end up finding a buzz cutter - and scissors - in the small bathroom. With a pleased look, he unwrapped the clothes and set them on the counter, got whatever he had in his pockets outta them, and stripped down to bare skin.

Axl was 103 percent convinced that this was the best feeling in existence. He didn't lollygag, but he couldn't help but just pause in the warm water, finally washing away the artwork of blood and grease. After an extremely thorough shower, feeling like he may have scrubbed his skin cells off, he stepped out and dried off. Grabbing the clothes, he pulled them on, pleased to see the cargo pants were heavy duty and not ripped, and the black shirt fit well. Axl tucked the shirt in, strapped on the belt he had scrounged from somewhere, and pulled back on his boots. He moved to the sink again and started in the quick process of making himself not look like a hobo.

After he was done, he put everything back in his pockets and headed downstairs, then outside to wait. His hair was cut out of his eyes, away from his ears, and offa his neck, but it was still longish and wavy- apparently he had a talent for hair, who knew. The inch or two of beard growth he had accumulated was gone, leaving only black peppering of stubble- he would never EVER survive without something on his face, because a baby smooth face was HORRENDOUS and just meant you hadn't gone through ANYTHING, and his mustache matched. He felt cleaner and cheerier and totally ready to March into battle. Plus, he had a flippin' SHIRT ON. He wasn't getting constantly sunburnt anymore! His skin was already so tan it would be a wonder if he didn't get skin cancer along the way- he looked like a flippin' Floridan teen that lived on the coast. Hoowwwwever, his days of looking like a hobo were over! Now he just looked like a really dangerous super sexy soldier in casual clothing. Perfect.

(hehe I knew you'd like it :3 Maybe he'll have to make another guest appearance on the Gleo xD. Ooh that's awesome! I find charcoal scary because I can't not make a mess of it on my hands :'3)

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"I can list a bajillion instances where lives weren't spared just because they were young," Norrie argued, smirking at his squeak and pathetic whack. She kinda deserved it, though. Or, really deserved it. "I consider everyone and everything a lost cause. We've fucking failed as a society. Blow it all up and start over," She replied evenly. Now, see, if IQ was displayed above people's heads, they could easily be sorted so only the dumb ones get blown up. (Goood. That was my hope xD)

(and why everything with chemicals has to have a child lock, it's not for the kids, it's for their parents. And why soap dispensers in public bathrooms need instructions T-T)

"Oh you poor thing. How horrible. If we do end up doing nothing, I'll be sure to bring you some coloring books as long as you promise not to eat the crayons," She retorted. Hey, the crayons don't have instructions printed on each and every label that says, in all caps and bold, DO NOT EAT, so someone could totally argue that they didn't know they weren't edible.

"Ehh good enough," She said. As long as they died quick and left no witnesses, Norrie kind of didn't care. Just go for the vital organs children, be swift and sure and all will be well. Oh, and wear gloves. And try not to get any blood on yourself. Or leave any of your own blood- DNA testing and whatnot.

"Oh good, so we'll have them starting podcasts while drinking paint thinner," She snorted, "but at least nobody will believe them." Like those people who claimed to have seen Bigfoot. Mark has been awake for three days snorting angel dust, but he knows what he saw. (Close xD We decided on Nevada lol)

"Oh yeah, just like how you're so popular with the ladies, sometimes you gotta beat 'em off with a stick," Norrie said. (The reference if you can open YT) Bu c'mon now. Leave the toaster alone, please and thanks. It didn't deserve to die.

Norrie'd managed to drag Jackson away from where he was in the way, back to the humvee, and was trying her hardest to put up with his stupid questions. Most of them could be answered with 2.4 seconds of thought, the only problem was that too few neurons were firing in Jackson's top floor. She was genuinely relieved when Axl came back, as it meant less yapping from Jackson... who was just about shaking in his boots at the sight of the hybrid. "Uhh, why's it loose?" He asked in the trembling voice only a man on the verge of pissing himself could manage. Norrie sighed and glared at him a moment, his sign to shut the fuck up, and luckily he did.

"Ohh lordy, he found scissors," She said flatly, taking a moment to look Axl over. At least he hadn't fucked up his hair or poked his eyes out in the process.

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(Question- a regular ass airport won't exactly be an option for them, are we commandeering a plane by order of US military officials, or shall the air force be of assistance, or do we got the budget for a private jet? I personally like the first and last options xD)

(I'm laying with a puppy on my chest right now so if things are spelt super wrong and nothing makes sense, know it was because I was too lazy to go back and fix it xD

Oh yessss

I literally look like a violently murdered a shadow after I finish xD)

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"That doesn't matter. If they haven't done anything horrible yet, give em a chance." Axl huffed. She would not get away with killing innocent children, hybrid or not, on his watch. Even if they weren't totally innocent. "I wish we could, believe me." He snorted, shaking his head. Humans HAD failed, simply by making hybrids. That was a stupid decision. Yes, create sentient beings that involuntarily will hate you and have the killer intinct to murder you! Great idea. (Life is sad)

Axl rolled his eyes in an overexaggerated manner. "For one, I have ADD, gimme a break. For two, I would 100 percent eat the crayons because I can, and if I can I want to, and I want to because you told me not to." In all honesty, the next step would be force feeding crayons to someone then cutting them open to see if it colored their insides.

"I won't get caught if I do murder someone." He added helpfully. That's the only part that really mattered.

"Hey, why would that be so bad even if someone did believe them? Then everyone would fear me and not just one person!" He said cheerfully. Being feared wasn't the MAIN goal, obviously, but it was a perk. For some people. In other ways, he just wished he could have a normal conversation. Like with Maria, bless her heart. (OOOOHHHH YEAH. I actually did eenie meenie miney mo between the two because I couldn't remember and it failed be yet again)

"Sort of, yeah." Axl grinned, fangs flashing. More like he was so popular with the ladies they wanted to beat him with a stick. Details details.

He curled his lip at Jackson as the moron spoke, baring his fangs. "I expected nothing, and I am still disappointed." He sneered right back. "Here's a lesson, numbskull. Call the lethal weapon an IT one more time and I will personally castrate you- just in case you don't know what that means, let me put it a different way.. I will violently ripp your balls off- and then call YOU an it because you have no genitals to prove you're an actual man." He scoffed, looking at Jackson with disdain for a moment before turning his focus to Norrie.

"I didn't destroy anything with those scissors, thank you VERY much, and I did a stupendous job." He sniffed, brushing a piece of black hair offa his black shirt- not like anyone could see it but him, but it was still bugging the hell outta him. "Are we ready to go?"

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(That should be VERY obvious. Let's go hijack a plane hehe- or.. in less amazing terms... commandeer it.)

(Haha no all looks well, besides, puppy is a great excuse xD

mm child nightmares, anyone? ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

lmaoo that's a new sentence! Poor shadow, lived as it died. Dark and smudgy xD)

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"How about this- they're short, they're stupid, and they're a terrible burden on the rest of the population. Good enough for you? Doesn't matter because I WILL drop-kick a child," Norrie said. Or perhaps punt one like a football. It wasn't her fault they were of a convenient size and shape, perfect for throwing, kicking, or punching. "Yeah yeah, want in one hand and shit in the other, see which one fills up faster," She snorted. Even still, the fuck-upery was rampant through these parts.

"Christ on a bicycle, did they bring in some specialist for that label or are you self-diagnosing?" Norrie asked sarcastically. "Good for you. If you eat my fucking crayons though, you're paying for 'em." How he'd do that, Norrie neither knew nor cared. He could offer blowjobs on a street corner after dark and come back when he could afford the damn crayons for all she cared.

"Well then I saw nothing," She snorted. It's not a crime if you don't get caught.

"It would be bad because they'd get pissed about my just leaving you by yourself in public, call it 'reckless endangerment' or some shit. Then they'd get mad, er, madder, at the government because news flash, I work for those mothafuckas," Norrie retorted. Not to mention the fact Axl'd probably wind up euthanized like a rabid dog. And then Norrie'd wind up dishonorably discharged and possibly something worse. Yay. (eenie meenie miney mo is evil I swear)

"Oh lordy," She muttered, shaking her head. Norrie hardly qualified as much of a lady, but Axl wasn't exactly popular with her, so there. More like passable. Put-up-with-able.

Jackson had a total deer-in-the-heslights look on his stupid face, and it took him a solid minute and at least three tries to finally speak. "Well- I-," he started, looking to Norrie for an answer. She just gave him a patronizing upset-kindergarten-teacher look that told him to deal with his own problems. Finally, he managed to sheepishly mumble, "Sorry." That was his way of dealing with things, just apologize like a small child and hope someone else cleans up any mess.

"Suuure. And I'm the duke of Wales," Norrie said skeptically. "Okay, anyyyyway, Axl, you get to ride in the back now," She said, almost a little disappointed at the fact that meant Jackson got to ride up front. Jackson seemed none the wiser though, and happily got into the passenger seat next to Norrie. Bastard.

"Seatbelts, bitches. I don't want your," She looked at Jackson," ugly face smeared against the windshield, nor yours," now glancing at Axl, "broken via the back of his seat, got it? Too damn work cleaning it up," She said, starting the humvee and finally getting the fuck outta there. Jackson, unfortunately, was a nonstop flow of stupid questions, of which included where are we going? Are we there yet? Can we stop and get lunch on the way? How much longer? Why do I gotta go? They were maybe halfway to the airport, going through the middle of town instead of taking the back roads just because it was about 2 minutes faster, when Jackson's endless yapping got to be too much. She pulled over onto the side of the road, slamming the brake harder than strictly necessary, and said in a dangerously cold voice, "Get the fuck out. You two are trading places, you, my friend, are a TERRIBLE copilot."

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(hell yeah!)

(Who doesn't love nightmares, ehhh?

That's literally the first thing that came to mind xD. Maybe it's because I'm working through the Zelda: Twilight Princess game and everything is Twilight lmao)

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"Well when they grow up they'll be tall, stupid, and a terrible burden on the rest of the population, and I don't see you going around drop-kicking random adults just for existing." Although they would both WANT to do that, they didn't. That was his terrible argument, so there. Argue if you wanted. Then again, she likely didn't drop-kick adults because they were too heavy. A shame, if you asked him.

Wishes had never got him anywhere before, so he would never say that phrase seriously. I want or I wish had no bearing on his life whatsoever. Never had, never will. He WANTED to disappear offa da face of this God-forsaken earth, but THAT never happened and he'd been WISHING for it since he was 8.

"If you NEED to know, which you don't- I am only forcing this information on you to waste time- there was a general specialist like that in the base for the hybrids to pretty much say: Yup, they're past crazy, no turning back, kill 'em. Same one that said I had ADD and, well, told the people I should be dead... uhmmmm... 6 times now?" He wrinkled his nose as he thougth about it. The important part was that the people would always refuse because they wanted him alive- they had only gave up on him very recently. "I would figure out how to pay for them if I ate them, but it'd be more likely I feed them to Jackson." he replied mildly. Then he'd have an excuse to gut the ducking idiot.

"Hmmm. True true. Still, I don't care if random people get mad at the government... but I wouldn't want anything bad happening to me." he snorted. "So it would be bad-ish, sure, but still. Unlikely to happen." The woman had lookd like a frigging zombie.

(It is VERY evil. It always does what I don't want it to do xD)

He was 94 percent pleased that she at least didn't contradict his statement- even though it was joking, anyway. Not that he CARED, but still, ego points for him.

Axl glared at Jackson until the shrimp spoke, then rolled his eyes. "You are pathetic." he pointed out helpfully, then turned his gaze to Norrie again. "For all I know you COULD be the Duke of Wales, Miss Mysterious, so don't do that to me." he HAD totally done a stupendous job and he HADN'T ruined his hair. "You just be thankful I don't look like a person that had been in a coma on the side of a very muddy road for a couple years." He never cared about his appearance much, but he preferred not looking like he did. And he liked seeing.

"I get to WHAT. You're kicking me out of the shotgun seat for JACKSON?!" Axl gave her an extremely infuriated look, looking indignant. "How DARE you." With a muttered curse under his breath, he climbed into the back, resisting the urge to 'accidentally' scratch up the seats with his slightly extended claws along the way. It was a nice humvee but she DESERVED SOMETHING BAD. Replacing him for Jackson was like replacing a Gatling gun- cool as heck- with a teddy bear. Completely useless. We're talking bright pink fur holding a red heart that says: Love is in your heart.

"Aw, you don't want my face smashed inward? How kind." He flashed a wolfish smile, not really the sweetest look ever, and rested his forearms on his knees. Which, I have to note, were almost in his face, as the backseat of the Humvee was flippin' tiny. For such a big truck, it was not meant to house people right here. That was the back and the front.

A little while later, his smugness growing in volumes with each word that left Jackson's mouth, a smirk finally broke out as they stopped. "Do you want me to tear out his voicebox?" he offered with an evil glint in his eye, immediately exiting the vehicle. Since Jackson was being slow, he helped the guy along by grabbing the back of their shirt and pulling them out like a human would do to a stray puppy in a box. He then climbed back in the passenger seat, stretching out his legs and giving Norrie the most smug I told you so shit eating grin ever.

(I swearrr, I cannot wait for poor Rodney to get disemboweled and torn to shreds xD The Gleo is so deliciously gory and brutal lmao. Little artsy update for ya

Ooh top-tier game right there. Most of the Zelda series is great though, and I may be biased xD)

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"I want you to just stop and think about what you just said. If I tried to drop-kick a human the size of myself, that's their weight PLUS the force of gravity moving them downward PLUS the force of my foot moving to meet their ass, so I'd end up with a compound fracture at THE VERY LEAST," Norrie retorted. A child was easy to drop-kick. An adult would lead to Norrie being injured FAR worse than them.

"Good for you, pal. Guess what, I don't really give a shit. Just DON'T EAT MY GODDAMN CRAYONS," She huffed back. That was the main concern here, dammit. "He'd... he'd eat them willingly," She sighed. To which Jackson scowled and said, "I would NOT!" Very convincing, buddy. He'd totally eat 'em though. Put some yellow crayons in a French fry bag and give it to him? He'd gobble that shit up without a second thought.

"Uh-huh. You seem to forget how many people exercise their second amendment, though," Norrie said. Not that that was a bad thing, she believed that the moment people lost their rights was the moment the dictators took over and we'd end up in a larger version of North Korea.

(You just made me remember this kid wayyy back in 3rd grade, Elias, who'd been nicknamed Mo because he always lost at eenie meenie miney mo xD)

Jackson tried to put on his Big Boy Pants and glare at Axl for his comment, but he ended up looking constipated instead, and Norrie had all she could do to not laugh in the poor bastard's face. "Uh, no, that'd make me the Duchess of Wales, actually," She replied smugly. And therefore she COULDN'T be the Duke of Wales. Ha. "Eh. Not like being.. well groomed.. makes you any better," She said with a shrug. Honestly, as long as he wasn't smearing grease and blood and god knows what else everywhere she could care less.

"Ayuh. Kinda goes by rank, hence why I drive," Norrie said, then added, "I think he outranks you." Probably? Axl was less annoying than Jackson, that was for sure. Just because Jackson got to ride shotgun didn't mean Norrie liked it.

"I know, so thoughtful. I don't want to break your nose and have to deal with you being either uglier or taking you to get yer schnoz fixed. Not to mention you bleeding everywhere like a woman on her menses," She retorted. Jackson gave her a confused look at that new, unfamiliar word, and she just sighed and shook her head. Dumbass. Then again, the only proper contact he'd ever had with any woman was probably his mother when she gave birth.

"That... won't be necessary," Norrie said. She'd considered saying that'd be wonderful, thanks, but Jackson might get scared and piss and/or shit himself, or Axl may actually do it. Whatever. At least having Axl up front made for a much more enjoyable drive. Other than his shit-eating grin, but that was easier to ignore than Jackson's overall existence.

Soon enough they reached the airport, and Norrie parked the humvee in a space as close to the main entrance as she could find. "Okay, game plan. Axl, you profiled those dead fuckwads, I don't suppose you know their country of origin?" She asked.

It vill be fun. I HAVE AN EXPLANATION- the ONLY reason I have not replied yet is because I am a LAZY BASTARD and CANNOT figure out how to TYPE APPARENTLY. On that note, will respond before tomorrow at 2300, k? XD

Beautiful beautiful. Can't wait.

I'm loving it- I'm only on, like, chapter 9, though xD)

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"And that would be hilarious for me, so I suggest you try." Axl smiled brightly. A compound fracture- AT VERY LEAST- would't kill her, so she could go right ahead. he'd have to find some popcorn, though. To be noted... another thing he had never tried.

"I wooooon't." His tone suggested he might just to piss her off. He couldn't HELP IT. It was hilarious to see her little grumpy scowl. To everyone else, he was sure it was terrifying, but to him, it was overly amusing in an unhealthy way. "I know, that's why I'd use him." Axl pointed out with a healthy amount of logic. "No use for force feeding." he wanted to be more focused on laughing, anyway.

"The second amendment doesn't apply to ME because normal human RIGHTS don't, so... technically I am above the law. Or below the law. Whichever way you want to look at it." if humans didn't give him human rights, then they couldn't expect him to uphold human laws. After all, he was just a stupid hybrid, right? (Lucky him xD)

He wrinkled his nose in a supressed snort at Jackson's absolute stupidity and constipated look, then glared haughtily at Norrie. "You just can't find it in you to admit that I don't look like a shaggy hippo with gonorrhea, can you?" He sniffed, though his tone was joking this time. He did not and literally could not have gonorrhea, thank you very much. "Well less people will notice me if at first glance I look like a semi respectable human." Axl pointed out. Plus, he appreciated feeling clean and being able to see, so he didn't give a flying squirrels derriere what other people thought.

His eyebrows shot up at her comment and he gave her a 'oh, really?' rather challenging look. "And I bet you have no idea what rank I technically am." He huffed. "Believe it or not... most people choose NOT... I am technically an Enlisted in the Army and do have a rank. Command Sergeant Major Jager at your service." He touched the tip of his fingers to his brow in a mock salute. "What rank are you, m'lady?" He hadn't seen her wearing insignias yet, so he hadn't the faintest clue. Nor did he know what rank Jackson was, but he'd bet his kidney that he was a higher rank. With all the years he had been 'serving'. Still, he had promoted agonizingly slow for obvious reasons. He would've been an officer by now- not that he wanted to be, the lazy baboons- but no. He couldn't garauntee that he outranked Jackson, but he could hope.

"Some very good reasons. You wouldn't want to have to retch every time you looked at me, which I understand completely, you don't want to waste valuable time, and you don't want me to have a nose period. Understood." His tone was dry. He rolled his eyes as Jackson gave her a confuzzled look- gull damn boy, read a book. Take a high-school class. Do something. Even without access to everything on the internet at his fingertips, he would still know more than that goober. He honestly hadn't met anyone stupider than Jackson, and everyone he had formerly been around thought that HE was a good idea. That was a testament to their stupidity. Most of them would pay for their grave mistake. He was the type of guy that said 'Heaven didn't want me and hell's afraid I'll take over.' When someone told him to go to hell, he responded that he couldn't because the devil still had a restraining order against him. He never forgave or forget. He wasn't Jesus and he didn't have Alzheimers. He would put people in their Graves then help the search parties look for 'em. Lastly, his favorite children's poem was 'Now I lay me down to sleep, beside my bed a gun I keep, and if I wake and you're inside, a coroner's van will be your last ride.'

"Disappointing." He sighed sorrowfully. They at very least could've duct taped Jackson's mouth shut. Like, holy crapiolis that guy was annoying. Axl didn't think he could deal with them blabbering on any more. His mind would explode, wires sparking and all.

He turned his dark gaze to the airport, then nodded with a low snort. "Sie kommen aus deutschland." He stated drily. "To put it in English, Germany. Even their screams sounded German. Like they had never used them before." In his experience, most Germans were a little more resilient, but that may be because he was around 70 percent German himself. The only thing he could say he appreciated about this was that he could talk German easily, almost more fluently than English.