Chimera Squad

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“That’s completely reasonable, you know.” She replies, not sure if they were speaking in general or at her. “There’s things I miss at home that they don’t have here.”

She crosses her arms. Train of thought has left the station, it seems.

   Since coming to this place Inkeri had come to expect to see some interesting things some of the residents were unlike anything she had seen in Eorzea or even Norvrandt. However, much like when she had ended up in Norvrandt she adjusted, quickly. There was no time to mope around she had much to accomplish still. Including finding a way home eventually.

   Her current and most important issue she had needed solving though was a lack of food in her apartment. So she had made it a priority today to get proper food, preferably food she recognized. Most of the food she had finally acquired was different but seemed similar so hopefully she would like it. If not she was going to have to eat it anyway.

   With her arms full of a few groceries she began her trek home and things were going smoothly. Until suddenly they weren’t. She stepped wrong on her left leg and in that moment crashed right into someone her groceries scattering everywhere. But of course, this is how things would end. Never a dull moment in her life.

   "I-I’m s-so s-s-sorry,“ her stutter came out in full force as she glanced up at the other her eyes widening a little. This person reminded her of the Ananta with their serpentine appearance. However, this person didn’t have the soft faces the Ananta had and their scales were a beautiful light color.

Today was the first day she felt like going out without wearing her gear. Just a shirt, a hoodie, and a medium sized backpack she’d purchased since she didn’t quite have pockets to store things in. Nothing fancy, yet. She’d have to get used to living like she did back home, even if she did have an eye for the fancier things.

Her train of thought is interrupted by someone so rudely crashing into her. Torque shakes her head, blinking. She seemed to naturally tower over this particular person. Forked tongue flickers out as she stares down at them, listening to them speak. “If you’re not usually this clumsy, then you must’ve meant to run into me then.” She hisses. She knows that’s definitely not the case but still, things like this pissed her off. Somethings off about them. They aren’t human. Humans didn’t have scales. They also certainly didn’t look like an ADVENT experiment.

Hm. Seems she’s staring too long. What, did they expect her to apologize?

Hey, this one had a sense of humor! That’s a first. Dry humor, but hey, at least they weren’t immediately put off. Torque smirks, slowly circling around them as she continues to study them.

“Kinda self entitled, aren’t we?” She says, crossing her arms. “Besides, you haven’t given me anything I didn’t already know. You being the smartest thing ever created and my ass have the same thing in common- they don’t exist.” She snorts. “Y’know, I remember hearing ADVENT accidentally making a super smart A.I. Then XCOM blew it up and stole it, hah. Lotta good being smart does when you have nothing to back it up with. That’s why you gotta have brains and brawn, baby.” She flexes, kissing her bicep.

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     GLaDOS  is  unable  to  hold  back  the  urge  to  roll  her  eyes ,   a  scoff  escaping  her  lips  as  her  arm  folds  across  her  chest .   even  with  insults  thrown  her  way ,   the  A.I’s  smug  smile  never  leaves  her  features .   there  was  even  less  need  for  brawn  when  she  had  her  darling ,   deadly  neurotoxin .

She leans back on her haunches. “Then they got lazy and humans reformed XCOM and ruined everything and took Earth back, and that’s when I got put in jail. God, worst day of my life. It wasn’t even the food or anything, just boring. They didn’t even give me anything to read. I mean, given, I had probably hunted down a small town’s worth of them by that point, but still.”

Crowded streets pissed her off. No wiggle-room, so to speak, and people generally did not mind the tail. As thick as the scales were, it still hurt like a son of a bitch if someone stepped on it, as someone just had. It’s like watching a jolt of electricity work up her spine as she whips around, hood extended in an aggressive manner.

“Well unless you’re going to un-step on my tail, there’s nothing you can do, you klutz.” Her upper lip twitches as she says this, forked tongue flicking out and in. She smooths her hood back like one might smooth their hair back. Deep breath. Director Kelly said to work on that anger issue.

At this point, she pauses, and so does the criminal.

“Dude. What the fuck version of police do you have at home?” She asks, making a disgusted face. Kill and destroy? What the hell? Just because she’s 

“Yeah that’s…messed up, man.” Manages the currently constricted mugger, before being punched in the face again.

“And I’m not some wanna-be, you know, I’m the people you call when the police can’t handle the work, thank you very much. I take it you read a lot of comic books if you think I’m gunna ‘destroy any evidence of a criminal’ in the first place. Ever heard of trial in a court of law, Einstein? Maybe I thought you had more functioning brain cells in your obviously scrambled-egg brain.” Well, not every situation she was called to ended with everyone being arrested. Often times, there were more shoot outs and more casualties, but she was used to that.

“So either you’re going to call the police, or I’m going to call the police and have two suspects for them. One for petty theft, and one for assisting in the escape of a criminal.” She glares at him, forked tongue flicking in and out. Seems she meant business, at the very least. Fucking civilians, man. ‘I’m gunna be a shitfuck to the officer doing the right thing because it’s my right-’ she thinks to herself.

“You’re going to call them? Whatever happened to ‘HEY YOU! CALL THE COPS MY HANDS ARE UNNECESSARILY FULL!’ Either you can call them and you pulled me into this ridiculous drama because you crave attention, or you can’t and I can do as I please because your threats can’t hold water.”

Cocking his head aside curiously, he watched the two struggle. Ignoring all inquiries about police where he came from, simply settling back down on the bench with the newspaper. If she didn’t want confrontation, be it with other civilians or this criminal, she should’ve stayed out of it.

“In the future, might I advise you think your verbal tactics through a bit more before you start flicking your forked tongue?”

Holding back a chuckle, even, watching her struggle, he added,

She looms over this particular motherfucker, hood unfurled, casting an aggressive shadow over him. She cracks her knuckles, body tense. “Was never one for words anyway.” She hisses, all senses heightened. She’s about to go ballistic on him.

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Well. This was escalating rather quickly. Herbert had been minding his own business, peoplewatching, but he wasn’t going to admit as much, when the whole debacle went down. Yet he did not move an inch as it happened. What was he, in all his five foot four glory, against an attacker at least double his size?

He had been further minding his own business when the SNAKE came out of nowhere, peeking over his newspaper, to attack the attacker. Seems he was only at the beginning of the odd things he’d see here.

Great. He had been AVOIDING getting roped into this mess.

“It is also rather ‘not nice’ to command innocent bystanders to do your bidding.”

“You have more than one hand. And a TAIL, as it seems. Call them yourself.”

“You gunna waste time running that big ass mouth or are you gunna be a good citizen and help me out?” She says, before turning back to snarl at this particular criminal. 

If she were as strong as she was back home, she could easily hold them in place and weasel a hand into one of the pouches on her belt to grab her phone, but given the fact they stripped most of her superhuman qualities away from her, she was left with the strength of about a Viper in training.

“I mean I could just kill him and give her the bag back but normally where I’m from, people are- go to sleep-” She hisses, punching the squirming mugger in the face. “-people are willing to help the police, you know?”  She’s wearing her tactical gear, Chimera Squad badge dangling from her belt, but here, XCOM had no authority so it didn’t mean much.

“You assume my character, serpent, that I’d hold any obligation to this city I’ve spent one week in to stop a crime between two people I don’t know, and of which each one’s part in the crime is.”

He’s crossing his hands now, staring defiantly back. What does she want him to do, run to the closest diner and make a call, running all the way back? Surely she would have killed the man by that point. Not that she didn’t look capable, in all her armored glory. Didn’t giant snakes eat people? She could easily get rid of him.

“Further, would it not suit your purposes as a wanna-be police officer yourself to simply kill and destroy any evidence of a criminal in the first place? One less threat in the world, making Radiale a better place, whatever helps you sleep at night? Because, further than that, I am invoking my right to stay the hell out of any business you may have with said criminal.”

“Dude. What the fuck version of police do you have at home?” She asks, making a disgusted face. Kill and destroy? What the hell? Just because she’s 

“Yeah that’s...messed up, man.” Manages the currently constricted mugger, before being punched in the face again.

“And I’m not some wanna-be, you know, I’m the people you call when the police can’t handle the work, thank you very much. I take it you read a lot of comic books if you think I’m gunna ‘destroy any evidence of a criminal’ in the first place. Ever heard of trial in a court of law, Einstein? Maybe I thought you had more functioning brain cells in your obviously scrambled-egg brain.” Well, not every situation she was called to ended with everyone being arrested. Often times, there were more shoot outs and more casualties, but she was used to that.

She sets about slithering in that direction, finding her speed less than satisfactory. Had she put on a few pounds, or was it thanks to those meddling captors? Probably the latter. Regardless, she’s still as fast as a sprinting human with endurance to boot, so she catches up with the mugger in no time. 

Wasting no time, she ducks in front of him, slithering around him and wrapping him up with her big tail, before squeezing him hard.

He had been further minding his own business when the SNAKE came out of nowhere, peeking over his newspaper, to attack the attacker. Seems he was only at the beginning of the odd things he’d see here.

Great. He had been AVOIDING getting roped into this mess.

“It is also rather ‘not nice’ to command innocent bystanders to do your bidding.”

If she were as strong as she was back home, she could easily hold them in place and weasel a hand into one of the pouches on her belt to grab her phone, but given the fact they stripped most of her superhuman qualities away from her, she was left with the strength of about a Viper in training.

“Listen, with the amount of venom I normally yack at people, there needs to be somewhere to keep all of it. Conveniently, humans have nice, venom-storage sized things on their chest. So I guess they copied it and stuck them on us. Course, they get bigger when I make more venom, so…”

Man, people really did come from all walks of life here.

“I suppose that maketh sense, if thou wert made to hunt human-sized prey. One would need far more venom than could be stored in the head.”

The idea of breeding sapient beings as hunting tools or weapons sits very, very wrong with the god.

She crosses her arms. 

“Gunna give you the short version of it. I’m what they call a Viper. I was bred to hunt and kill humans. There are Cobras and Adders as well, but they don’t matter cause we ALL have boobs. I’m not joking here. That’s where I’d be storing my venom if I had any. They took that away from me, so I’m as flat as a washboard.”

“So someone bred thee to store venom, which is normally stored in a snake’s specialized glands in the head, in thy…”