[It's been a couple of days. Rocket was mourning Groot, so he had other things on his mind. Stupid random planet. Don't know how he got here. Probably had something to do with the fact that his friend literally exploded around him, and he was feeling a little vulnerable about it. Because that's what this is about, right? Feelings.
Well, now he has a new feeling. Rage. Quiet, burning rage, because he's finally noticed his new accessory, which sits on his neck just loose enough to not feel confining, but just tight enough that what it looks like is unmistakable.
A fucking collar. And, of course, he can't take it off. Well, he can, but it would probably kill him after awhile. He could probably get one a little less like something someone would put on their pet at some point, but he'd rather be angry about it, since everything here is taking a hard right turn at frickin' inconvenient.
He's muttering under his breath, tugging on the stupid amulet like he's going to find a way to comfortably adjust it without taking it off, and growing increasingly more frustrated, the anger building to a crescendo that sends a crack through a building behind him, loosing a large section of the roof and bringing it crashing down.
He turns slowly, tail twitching a bit, hands still stuck up under the amulet, the crystal of which has started to turn a shade of blue.]
...Whoa.
g. his dex stats are so broken
[The reason why his amulet is a collar becomes abundantly clear the first time he takes to the trees and the tops of the buildings as a quick and efficient form of travel- anything that dangled would get tangled up when he went down on four legs instead of two, and if he does any running, it's always on four. Two legs just doesn't cut it for speed and agility, but it's still nice to be able to switch between the two.
Right now, all he's doing is getting the lay of the land from the perspective of a decent vantage point. If anything attacks this stupid city or thinks to chase him, he's going to have this covered, so at least there's that. Always finding the advantages in any prison, that's Rocket.
He leaps down from a building and onto the ground, snapping back onto two feet, effortlessly. He brushes a few twigs and leaves off him and sets to putting himself back in order. Yes, you probably just watched a raccoon in a jumpsuit perform the hundred meter dash in parkour form across the city. Feel free to compliment him or marvel at his wonder.
Or tell him how cute he is with his little paws and his face and his tail. Aww.
Rocket | Marvel Cinematic Universe
[It's been a couple of days. Rocket was mourning Groot, so he had other things on his mind. Stupid random planet. Don't know how he got here. Probably had something to do with the fact that his friend literally exploded around him, and he was feeling a little vulnerable about it. Because that's what this is about, right? Feelings.
Well, now he has a new feeling. Rage. Quiet, burning rage, because he's finally noticed his new accessory, which sits on his neck just loose enough to not feel confining, but just tight enough that what it looks like is unmistakable.
A fucking collar. And, of course, he can't take it off. Well, he can, but it would probably kill him after awhile. He could probably get one a little less like something someone would put on their pet at some point, but he'd rather be angry about it, since everything here is taking a hard right turn at frickin' inconvenient.
He's muttering under his breath, tugging on the stupid amulet like he's going to find a way to comfortably adjust it without taking it off, and growing increasingly more frustrated, the anger building to a crescendo that sends a crack through a building behind him, loosing a large section of the roof and bringing it crashing down.
He turns slowly, tail twitching a bit, hands still stuck up under the amulet, the crystal of which has started to turn a shade of blue.]
...Whoa.
g. his dex stats are so broken
[The reason why his amulet is a collar becomes abundantly clear the first time he takes to the trees and the tops of the buildings as a quick and efficient form of travel- anything that dangled would get tangled up when he went down on four legs instead of two, and if he does any running, it's always on four. Two legs just doesn't cut it for speed and agility, but it's still nice to be able to switch between the two.
Right now, all he's doing is getting the lay of the land from the perspective of a decent vantage point. If anything attacks this stupid city or thinks to chase him, he's going to have this covered, so at least there's that. Always finding the advantages in any prison, that's Rocket.
He leaps down from a building and onto the ground, snapping back onto two feet, effortlessly. He brushes a few twigs and leaves off him and sets to putting himself back in order. Yes, you probably just watched a raccoon in a jumpsuit perform the hundred meter dash in parkour form across the city. Feel free to compliment him or marvel at his wonder.
Or tell him how cute he is with his little paws and his face and his tail. Aww.
Maybe not that one.]