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[knaval]

R U IDIOTS DONE BEIN STUPID YET

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[mortalweapon]

[ With a hint of annoyance, she raps her knuckles on the side of his head. Clang, clang. ]

I was also at the quarry, but I did not get stabbed to death.
You must be more vigilant in your self-defense.
Otherwise I will hound you as your protector until I am satisfied that you will not be killed again.

[knaval]

[he huffs.]

I survived the war without you...

[mortalweapon]

War is different.
And regardless, your point is moot, since I assume you were not organic during the war.
Can you not fight in your flesh body?

[ Not that being an impressive hand-to-hand fighter kept Danger from being murdered by stabbing either, but this is about Riptide, not her. ]

[knaval]

Mmmm.

[she's right and it's annoying.]

No, not really. I have a gun, but it doesn't change sizes to fit my flesh form. Ugh. Next time I won't bother trying to be careful about not crushing everyone in my vicinity.

[mortalweapon]

That is ridiculous.
You are a soldier, are you not?
I will teach you.

[ She's often right and also often annoying. ]

[knaval]

I know how to fight there's just... a huge difference in size and weight distribution.

[he huffs irritably.]

I don't need teaching.

[mortalweapon]

Logistical issues can be fixed with practice.
I could barely tolerate having skin the first time I was forced to occupy my organic body — but obviously one cannot simply not have skin under those circumstances.
The only choice is to adapt.

[ HOW ANNOYING IS IT HAVING A SMOL FRIEND NAG YOU FROM YOUR SHOULDER RIPTIDE ]

Can you use a weapon, at least?
That would greatly reassure me.

[knaval]

Oh, yeah. I know how to use the human weaponry, primitive as it is.

[he huffs, giving her a ping akin to a nudge. just less likely to like, crush her.]

Did some damage with a rock, I tell you what.

[mortalweapon]

[ It would probably inconvenience her to be crushed — but Danger is fairly durable, and all that blue armor isn't just for show. She can take being hit by a semi-truck going full speed, so this little ping gets promptly shrugged off. ]

Very funny, Riptide.
You know I was not referring to sticks and stones.
If you lack the physical coordination for hand-to-hand combat, a firearm would be an appropriate alternative.
I assume that you can aim, at least.

[knaval]

Oh, yeah. Don't worry. Gun usage was offensively shoved into my brain when I was made.

You know.

In the middle of a war.

[mortalweapon]

[ Flattest robo-stare. ]

A human-sized firearm, Riptide.
For your relatively human-sized form.

[knaval]

Yes, they're not that different. Just--

[he rubs a hand over his face, looks away.]

I don't want to talk about this anymore.

[mortalweapon]

[ She scrutinizes him for a long moment, trying to decide how hard she should push the issue before finally relenting. ]

Will you at least promise to be more careful next time?

[knaval]

...



Yeah.

[mortalweapon]

[ A tiny little skeptical pause. Then, remembering the solemn vow someone else recently asked of her: ]

I require a pinky promise.

[ She leans forward a little from his shoulder, holding her (comparatively) tiny pinky finger out for him. ]

[knaval]

[riptide dramatically rolls his eyes, but holds his CAR SIZED PINKY OUT for her.]

[mortalweapon]

[ GOOD!!! Undeterred, she taps their pinkies together. Close enough. ]

Do not forget that you promised.
I will be obligated to break your pinky if you break your oath.

[ BECAUSE THAT'S HOW PINKY PROMISES WORKS!! ]

[knaval]

I'd like to see you try.

[a vague warning that he will break the promise? unsure.]

[mortalweapon]

I would oblige you, but I am trying to encourage you to remain intact.

[ Nimbly, she half-jumps, half-climbs her way down from his shoulder to the ground, apparently preparing for her departure. It's good manners not to take off when you're standing on someone else — risk for scorch marks and all. ]

Try to behave yourself, Riptide.
For your friends, at the very least.