#[ Icantlose ]

[drdynamic]

"Don't let him get to ya, Fox. You'll only encourage him." Followed by a poor attempt to stifle an unhelpful amount of snickering.

[greatfcx]

"You havin' fun there?"

@icantlose

[thecosmicace]

"I don't like your face."

"Sorry, Wolf. Do I need to stop washing my fur? Or maybe I need to get a nice set of yellow teeth like you?"

[pilotofstorm]

❛ what slasher do you think you could take? in a fight, i mean. ❜

Skippy thinks for a minute, before smirking.

"Ghostface. Him or Micheal Myers. I can take 'im in a fight! Ghostface looks kinda like a lil' twink, anyway."

[rocketedtothestars]

What are their fears?

Get To Know Your Character!

"Believe it or not," Fox paused for a moment, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "I've got my fair share of fears." He took a deep breath, steadying himself. "But if I had to pick my top one, it'd be losing my team. It's not something I usually talk about. They're the backbone of Star Fox, and without them, I wouldn't be where I am today." A somber expression settled on his face as he added, "They're like family to me, and the thought of losing any of them... Well... That's a fear that never leaves."

Fox McCloud has quite a few different fears, so here are 5 of them.

Losing his family: Without them (his team), he knows he wouldn't be where he is now. Failure: is yet another fear McCloud has, once again, revolving around his team. He can't bare the thought of failing them or failing to accomplish a mission. Betrayal: Fox often relies on trust and loyalty. This isn't just with his own team, but anyone he encounters along his ventures through the galaxy. (Mostly if they are someone lending a hand to the Star Fox team during combat.) Abandonment: Since the loss of his father, Fox has this underlying fear of being alone. Physically and mentally. Losing Himself: His identity is tied to his role as a leader and a pilot. Whether it's through succumbing to darkness or losing sight of his values. Challenging his sense of self and purpose with every decision he makes.

[jamck]

@icantlose || Context

"Heh, wh-what's that behind your back...? Wh-why are ya holding a spiked club?!"

"Huh?" The club came nonchalantly swinging out from behind his person to be thoughtfully examined. Before long, a confused frown shifted into a nervous smile.

"That's not for you, buddy. I would never. Don't eeeven worry about it!"

[starwolfslippy]

"You good?"

"A bit shaken up, but I'm fine! It was a pretty scary dream, to be honest. But, it's a bit hard to remember..

All I can recall is fire. Fire was breaking into something that I was in. And my skin was.."

He shakes his head. "Disturbing, but I'll manage."

[existsforus]

"Ahh... we so deeply appreciate you seeking our audience. We look forward to your continued... cooperation!"

[panthercaroso]

Just. Takes a sip of his drink.

"Your imagination is not kind to you, is it? Would you feel better if we went to try and speak with one?"

"Hey... Ya know how Andross was doin' that work on brains? Studyin'... Uhhhneurological implants? Yeah, he had a pretty keen interest in shovin' hardware in his... ... He was very particular in referrin' to them as volunteers. ... Anyway. This was a specific interest of his, an open secret. At least it was for us, workin' so close to him. Ya see, bein' his hired gun, his last line of defense, Star Wolf ended up seein' a lot.

I remember he had a lot of different subjects that he'd distract himself with, especially on bad days. It was like his own personal gym routine but for his brain; when he was stuck in his actual work, like the biotechnologies of some super-soldier he had been designing or when he'd try to make sense of the political fuckin' circus he'd been navigatin'. It'd always get to the point where he'd just take a couple of days and re-direct his attention and efforts to his other interests.

There was a couple of months when he had grown attached to this idea of being the guy that was gonna restore quality-of-life for quadriplegics. He was gonna be the guy whose studies gave some level of, uh... function back. I remember he worked on couple of... I guess.... experiments on a couple of patients by installin' a bunch of hardware that I'm not even gonna pretend like I understand how they work. I do remember some of it--recognize it--it because he was insane in enough to repurpose a buncha this shit in our plans to give me my eye back.

So workin' on this implant stuff, he ends up creatin' this kind of manufactured... uh, telekinesis, I guess is the best way to describe it. Which is really fuckin' brilliant, this man was terrifying in what he could accomplish. So he effectively discovered this alternative means of... I guess... participatin' for folks that have this device grafted into their actual, physical gray matter. Yeah, they can't move their bodies, but by using this bizarre amplifier threaded through their brain, they could think their way through accomplishin' simple, physical tasks.

Which FINALLY brings me to what I can't help but question and think about. A lot of the experiments he had done were hidden behind closed doors. It was very much on a need-to-know basis and as far as Andross was concerned, Star Wolf didn't need-to-know shit. So, a lot of the questions that are bouncin' around in your head like a Bingo number cage? Same shit goin' on here...

One thing I do know about these... "volunteers" he was workin' on, is that some of 'em were non-verbal due to the extent of their injury, or their degeneration, or their genetics, and I know a couple of 'em were usin' one of those computer talk boxes... But instead of just usin' nuanced muscle movement and twitching or eye-tracking to type out what they wanted to communicate, they were usin' Andross's new brain-toy to simulate the rattling and vibrations of our vocal chords. Really makin' it this, uh... this authentic experience-kinda situation.

SO I got this question that's hauntin' me. Seems like Andross's biggest goal was tryin' to make the experience as natural and familiar as possible for the end-user; to really mimic the real processes involved in this as he could: chemical, hormonal, physical... Whatever. So if he's tryin' to trick these guys' brains into thinkin' they're really workin' like they're supposed to then, how exactly do ya account for shit like... sleep walkin'? Or snorin'? Ya supposed to get out the device and start thinkin' about a string of Zs floatin' through the air? How would that present to the rest of us? Would the volunteer just start making this awkward, long-Z sound? Just kinda zuzzing out loud? Would he be sayin' zee-zee-zee-zee each time he starts to snore? Would he be able to see the letter Z starting to fade from his field of vision when he opens his eyes and begins to wake up?"

"If the point of the design is to think your body into workin' the way its supposed to, then that's gotta also include all of the imperfect behaviors and weird side-effects that comes from bein' alive?... Like, say... Accidentally inhaling your own spit and choking from your saliva smacking the back of your throat so suddenly? Or what about when you're walking when all outta nowhere, for zero fuckin' reason at all, ya take a simple step--y'know, cuz you've been walkin' for almost as long as long as ya've been alive--and ya somehow manage to roll your ankle and just about snap it all the way fuckin' off..."

"...This is the kind of shit that keeps me awake at night. Andross wasn't tryin' to help people, he was in the middle of designing his own fuckin' torture camp!"

[thebastardmeteocrusherpilot]

❛ and the walls will ooze green slime?! wait, they always do that. ❜

SEND

"I'm tired, O'donnell. My mind is tired… I clean and clean the walls of the room, every hour, and every minute. And still, the walls keep filling up with that horrible green substance that always appears…"

sigh "I'm losing to a scum…"

[greedypigman]

After his fit of laughter, Jack lazily rolls his head towards Pigma, violet eyes locking on to the Star Wolf member, and his smile grows even wider on his face. "There's th'stunner 'imself." A warm chuckle. "I'm jus' takin' th'piss outta yeh... Tell me... What's th'story, mate?"

[ Continue from Here! ]

He slowly turns his gaze to that older lupine that attracted the attention of the people in the bar. Everyone, absolutely everyone had their attention on that dirty, drunk and unpleasant man who comes only a few days to make Wolf uncomfortable and for the beer, but now some observe how he and Jack looked into each other's eyes.

It seems like everyone is expecting a scramble like last year's St. Patrick's Day.

"HA!" Pigma laughs a lot, trying to wipe the beer off his hand, thankful he had the gloves on so he wouldn't hurt himself. Trying to look professional he grabbed a rag and wiped the broken glass off the floor. Everyone continued to observe the interaction of these two. "No story, Woofie. It's just that my fingers are very fat and there are days when I break things easily…how silly of me!"

Pigma had wanted to leave a clear message in her last sentence in case Jack wanted to be too smart with him…

"I don't have anything interesting to tell you and I was already about to leave anyway, so… we'll see you another day!" Pigma says as he walks away from the wolf's presence. He knew that he would follow him but Pigma was already prepared. He knows Jack loves to play.

[drdynamic]

"I'm.... flattered...?"

[greatfcx]

"What the hell? And how come I only get to boop you back once!?"

"I sure am! In fact, Pup, I don't think I'm done!"

[thecosmicace]

✵

Their first impression of your muse: "Interesting..." Fox always found Wolf to be very genuine in how extreme he was as well as being the only one to keep up with him when it came to flying. He felt like Wolf was so himself, and with how often Fox had to put on a mask he started getting attached to him.

Current impression: "So confusing...but I want to understand him" Once Fox had his breakdown and joined Star Wolf he expected Wolf to be a lot more combative. But Wolf has been good at getting Fox to open up and push against his self-destructive behavior and it confuses him a ton

Are they attracted to your muse?: "..." Absolutely. Fox is so fed up acting the way he has to for everyone and listening to fake flattery, so eventually he gets attracted to Wolf's raw genuine anger for him.

Something they find frightening about your muse: "The amount he puts up with is really surprising to see, I just don't want him to get himself hurt" Fox hates that Wolf lets Fara just spy on Sargasso casually he hates her so much lol

Something they find adorable about your muse:  "Despite everything he's been through and being a literal crime boss he can be such a softy"

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?: "Yes" no questions asked. Fox doesn't view himself as someone actually selfless. He feels like Wolf makes up for a ton of the damage Corneria does that no one else can.

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic: "I don't think Wolf even goes on dates" What Fox wants from Wolf is more explosive if that makes sense. The end goal of getting with Wolf is that he'll get to be extreme until getting killed by the end of it when Wolf is fed up with him, he's really self-destructive and subconsciously s//icidal. It's always been more of a fantasy, until he had his breakdown and actually got with him

One word my muse would use to describe yours:  "Free" The way Wolf is so himself and goes all out doing whatever he wants is so inspiring for Fox.

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: "As long as it's a fair fight" he wants to spar with Wolf so bad-

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: "...What are you even asking?" He would, he wants to be held so bad. And he wants Wolf to make out with him sloppy style till he can't breathe he's a freak for this trashy wolf man.

[pilotofstorm]

"I'm not even that.. that tired, I'm... mm, I'm fine."

"Wolf, ya can't even hold ya muzzle up from the bar counter." Skippy said in concern before he sighs, getting up from the bar stool. "C'mon, ya gotta get some shut eye an' I ain't takin' no for an answer. I don' want ya wearin' yerself ragged."

[icantlose]

A half-hearted sniff. He knows he's not going to breathe any air in, with the amount of mucus impacted in his sinuses, and the sound that results, a pathetic whistle, demonstrates just that. So, a tired gasp through an open mouth as he rests his head against his arms.

"Sure do." Then comes a wet and sputtering cough that he practically barks into the inside of his elbow; the prolonged cigarette use amplifying the impact of the cough on his poor, raw throat. "Feel like shid doo."

Fox shook his head, almost in a manner of sorrow. Oddly, he was surprised having not smelt a single bit of alcohol that would linger off the canines breath. After all, he was quite used to him being drunk most of the time, especially with how he just watched him stumble and slump over the bar.

“You got a cold or somethin’? You sound like shit.” He said as those emerald eyes of his remained fixated on the slumped over Wolf.