The ‘Hellhound’ Roleplay

James blinked midswig, “Cats don’t rawr, Atl-ass.” He pointed out with a shrug.

"Well, it does seem you have quite the stash and I don't see it being hard for you to get a hold of more. You wouldn't mind if I had some, would ya?"

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“Well whatever animal it is, you aren’t it.” Atlas looks at Malik, “take what ya want.”

Malik starts pouring the expensive whisky into his large flask, then takes a swig. "That hits the spot."

"Oh yeah. Hey...uhm... James. I need to talk to you real quick."

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James glanced up, “Hmm, sure, what is it?” He asked, setting down the bottle.

Atlas gets up, and begins walking away, “I’ll get the kitten up. Try not to drink everything before I get back.”

"So, with me and Dragen being bounty hunters, there has been a few bounties for pirates. You don't think there will be any hard feelings from anyone when we do get off the ship, do you?"

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James shrugged, “In all honesty, probably.” He glanced at his watch, “But they won’t hurt you, not while you’re with us.”

“Well that’s good to know. Lets not get separated then.”

“Simple as that.” James lifted his head at a beeping noise, “I’ve gotta go dock the ship. Mind telling Atlas and Dragen to join me in the control room?”

Atlas walks back, carrying Dragen like a baby. “He’s sleeping.” Atlas grins

“I told you not to mess with him while he sleeps Atlas!”

James snorted out a laugh, and walked out of the room.

“He’s fiiiine. Besides, I need to run some more tests, and if he’s gonna sleep all day I might as well take advantage of this.”

“When your face is scratched off your skull, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“I can’t feel pain and I’m a fast healer, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry. “ Atlas begins walking to the weapons garage, “and I’ve got fish for him anyway. If he doesn’t scratch my face off, and plays nice, I’ll give him some”

“Then, good luck, I guess.”

“Thanks!” Atlas calls back, walking to the weapons garage. Dragen still asleep.

Dragen begins to grumble just a little bit

Atlas begins scratching Dragen behind the ears. “Come on you crazy cat” Atlas sets Dragen on a cot in the weapons garage. “We’ve got tests to run.”

Dragen begins thrashing about scratching up the cot and tearing metal with his claws. Multiple screams of agony escape the not so mild mannered cat.

“Calm down. You’re fine.” Atlas tosses him a ball of yarn, “Have fun with this thing.”

Dragen wakes up eyes bloodshot his claws shot out in multiple directions piercing walls.

“It’s just me. Atlas. You’re fine. You’re here on the Hellhound, with us. Malik is refillng his flask. We’re in the weapons garage to see what you can do, and what I can do to help” Atlas calmly talks to the deranged cat, while scrolling through his tablet.