Sparkie_Darkie
The Shy Bozo
The accusation the hedgehog hurled at her made her desire start shooting him silly even stronger. The weight that that bold statement carried was far greater than the blue blur might ever understand, even if he had every right to be cautious and defensive towards the potential threat before him. “You are really starting to push my buttons, y’know that?”
“Jazzlyn, put down the gun! I understand that we are all afraid and a little paranoid ever since we landed here, but you mustn’t resort to violence for every encounter! Fydrick, surely you don’t want our guests to get blasted to bits, right?” The robot attempted to get the cooler-headed doberman who hadn’t said a word or even reacted as aggressively as Jazz did.
The other of the two by the door didn’t make much of an effort to reply as far as anyone could tell. In reality, he was deeply analyzing the outcomes of this situation and the risks that could come with certain actions. To trust these “heroes” meant that they could probably get assistance with their current standing. Abandoned building living wasn’t cutting it and the group really needed to find a better way to survive. But, if it ends up being a trap…
Fy then raises his rather large hand…and proceeds to press lightly down on the cybernetic gun in the skunk’s clutches. “Don’t.” is what he might have said if he could speak. But now would be a bad time to do so. Jazzlyn gazed into the shades that rested on Fy’s face, having a look of slight confusion before it melted into a look of mild guilt. With that, the gun folds in on itself, becoming a bulky metal box that Jazz connects to some magnets on her back, locking it in place.
“Jazzlyn, put down the gun! I understand that we are all afraid and a little paranoid ever since we landed here, but you mustn’t resort to violence for every encounter! Fydrick, surely you don’t want our guests to get blasted to bits, right?” The robot attempted to get the cooler-headed doberman who hadn’t said a word or even reacted as aggressively as Jazz did.
The other of the two by the door didn’t make much of an effort to reply as far as anyone could tell. In reality, he was deeply analyzing the outcomes of this situation and the risks that could come with certain actions. To trust these “heroes” meant that they could probably get assistance with their current standing. Abandoned building living wasn’t cutting it and the group really needed to find a better way to survive. But, if it ends up being a trap…
Fy then raises his rather large hand…and proceeds to press lightly down on the cybernetic gun in the skunk’s clutches. “Don’t.” is what he might have said if he could speak. But now would be a bad time to do so. Jazzlyn gazed into the shades that rested on Fy’s face, having a look of slight confusion before it melted into a look of mild guilt. With that, the gun folds in on itself, becoming a bulky metal box that Jazz connects to some magnets on her back, locking it in place.