The ‘Hellhound’ Roleplay

“I should be able to make that, thank you. But you need a cat nap right now.” Another bot floats to Dragen, “he can show you to your room, would you prefer a bed or a box?” Atlas winks

Dragen jumps onto the back of the medical bot and yells “CHARGE ONWARDS TO MY ROOM MECHANICAL PONY! I FEEEL LOOOOOPY!” The medical bot slowly flys out of the training room towards Dragens quarters.

James heard the yelling and blinked in confusion. He flipped a switch, then walked out of the control room, his eyebrows raised.

“....well that was.....” Atlas trails off, watching Dragen and the med bot float away, banging into the walls. “I need a nap.” Atlas lazily glide towards his room.

James grabbed Atlas by the back of his shirt, “What happened?” He asked, ruby red eyes glittering with curiosity. “Have you already killed them?”

“Close but no. They almost killed each other. It was really fun.” Atlas looks to Dragen, getting farther down the hall, “Someone’s got to keep an eye on him, I’ll catch you later, but trust me, these guys are great.” Atlas follows back after Dragen.

Dregen crashes into a wall and yelps in pain but somehow the medical bot kept itself inflight. “Come mighty pony! We shall conquer the giant yarn ball in my room and slice the throats of all those that oppose us oh might pony! ONWARD YOU MIGHTY STEED!” Dragen laughs furiously and maniacally.

“Here Kitty Kitty Kitty!!” Atlas calls to Dragen, luring him into the room, “Into the bed, come on.”

Dragen Launches off of the medical droid and into the bed and runs around in circles in the bed, he flips out his wrist blades stabs the bed thrice and then stretches out then rolls up in a ball and begins to purr.

Atlas stares at the cat. "I swear he's psychotic" He began scratching the cat behind the ears "And very soft too."

Malik yells from across the hall, “don’t mess with him when he sleeps! It’s dangerous!”

*time skip*

“We’re HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEREEEEEEE!!!” Atlas bursts into Dragen's room, half drunk. “We’re at..hic...planet.” Atlas leans against the door, misses and falls facedirst to the floor, asleep.

Malik walks up behind Atlas from across the hall, "Well that wasn't to long. Also, I can smell that alcohol permeating from your skin. What is it and where in the world are you keeping it? My flask ran out ages ago." Malik pulls out a large metal flask from his inside pocket of his jacket and flips it over and proceeds to shake it.

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Atlas groggily gets up, giggling and smiling like an idiot. "SecretssssssssOver there." He tries to point down the hall, ends up spinning and tripping into the door frame. He walks down the hall.

Malik looks at Dragen still in his room then follows the drunk Atlas down the hall.

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Atlas turns a corner, falls against the wall, and keeps going, into a small corner room. “Ta-hic-da, alcoh-all you can drink.” The room is is really small, a small bookcase takes up all of the room, the shelves are lined with alcohol of all kinds.

Malik quickly goes into the room looking around. He starts picking up the bottles reading the labels of those with labels. He finally finds one that catches his eye, "Where in the galaxy did you get this beauty? This whisky can only be gotten on Arienhights. This stuff is like a trillion units for something this big."

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(I'm using one of the planets that y'all made in the rollplay discussion on discord.)

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Atlas smiles, “stole it. This one's my favorite,” he points to a red bottle “gotta a kick to it, burns going down. Love the stuff.”

James walked into the room, leaning against the doorway, “Atlas, seriously?” He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, “Your giving away my alcohol...” He whined.

[ funny thing is. James physically can’t get drunk ]

Atlas goes to lean on James, “it’s okay babe, we got tons t'spare.”

James stepped back, out of reach from Atlas, “But I won it in a drinking contest.”

Atlas crashes to the floor. “You’re so meeeeeeean” He flings his arms up, and waves them around

James glanced down at Atlas, stepping over him and grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the shelf. “Uh-huh.” He replied over his shoulder, “I’m the meanest, rawr.”

Atlas looks at James, “You aren’t a cat. Doing that makes you sound like an idiot”