[ Icy Graveyard Planet: ]
Giant Skeleton: RRRAAAAAAAAATTTCH!!
*Making scratchy yells, it tries to pick the sword out of its thick skull*
*However, its clumsy fingers cannot get a hold on it*
Giant Skeleton: RAAATCH!! RAAATCH!! *Reaches a clawed hand out*
*Completely ignoring SMYu, its hand moves swiftly across the ground like a spider*
*Successfully grabbing SMM, it lifts her up to its face*
Giant Skeleton: Don't...Wanna...Play...! Take...Sword! Play...With...Clankers...!! *Snaps jaws a few times, though it keeps SMM a safe distance away*
*Indeed, a clanking noise can be heard approaching*
Giant Skeleton: Hurts...Hurts...Hsssk...
[ Ironclad: ]
Ein: *Has as smug an expression as a dog can have*
*Nonetheless, he goes back to sleep*
[ Space Station Hangar: ]
Ed: Hi Moss-Moss~!
*Flipping back onto her feet, she gives Moss a hug*
Ed: Ed likes Moss-Moss~! *Giggles*
Gleist: *Abruptly gives a low moan, before whimpering like an injured dog*
*As everyone looks, he starts to morph again; this time shrinking*
Gleist: ... *Has returned to his normal form* ...
*Slumping over, before laying down, he falls into a deep sleep*
*Meanwhile, the figure from the hallway approaches Pitou; two others follow him*
*The apparent leader is a very tall humanoid with a long, thick neck, with a metallic mask over his entire head that has some kind of complex apparatus over his mouth, no opening for his right eye, and a large, glowing red lens surrounded by a metal ring over his left eye; he wears a combination of a dark bodysuit and several pieces of whirring machinery*
*Trailing behind him are two brutes in dark red bodysuits with less machinery, wearing similar mechanical masks*
Pitou: Ah~! Blegnekk, I presume~?
Blegnekk: Rhiggir n'gurk oggir. Ghikk yurukk rhiggir ghirr! *Speaks in a gravelly, half-choked voice*
Pitou: Yes, I see~ *Smirks* ...Have you come to buy my new product~?
Blegnekk: Ghukk. *Seems to glare at Zev, before looking at Pitou and yelling* Ghikkir yu'ukkur Jhi'ukkel hirukukk! Fhe'elgh rhiggir n'gurk gur harkk bheghir!!
Xanxus: *Snorts* What's ol' Blender-@ss over there carrying on about? *Takes out his fifth flask*
Blegnekk: *Turns to look at Xanxus* Anghir gh'rok. Vah-rhi-agh. Slust meghr'r Irumok. *He makes a series of huffing noises*
*His two compatriots both speak to him in the same language; they, too, speak like they're half-choked*
Xanxus: ...And now he's angry at me. *Looks at Zev, a vein twitching above eye* Got any explanations, Raregroove?
Zev: For starters, while he can't speak Common, he can understand it, and has excellent hearing. *Rubs chin* Well...You remember the leader of the Varia before you, Tyr? The one Squalo killed?
Xanxus: Vividly. One-armed swordsman who sparred with Mihawk before the injury. Squalo still has the strangest respect for him...He must have been quite strong to lead the Varia in battle with one arm, but please, continue.
Zev: *Nods* Yeah...Well, he once had an...Aggressive Storm Guardian. Twice as mean as Belphegor; not half as charming.
Xanxus: ...Belphegor, charming? This must've been an awful son of a b!tch. *Takes a drink from flask*
Zev: *Watches as Blegnekk fumes to his two men, gesticulating wildly at Zev himself and Xanxus* ...Son of a b!tch; pretty much, yeah. So, he liked to go on 'unauthorized' assassination missions...Tyr did a good job of kicking the man's @ss when he found out about them, but there are some who can't learn a lesson from anything.
*As he pauses, the two look on as Blegnekk grabs both of his allies by their collars, pulling them in to howl at them*
Zev: ...One time, this Storm Guardian went several steps too far. Blegnekk is from a race called the 'Irumok'...They have peculiar lungs. They don't need any certain gases to breath; they can only survive on four small planets that we know of, because those four planets - Alghikk Prime, Alghikk Major, Alghikk Minor, and Alghikk Micros - Possess gigantic flowers called 'Rhil'ghu' - Without the pollen released constantly by them, Irumok can't breathe without a full-body life support system. ...
*He notes Xanxus's impatient glaring*
Zev: ...Moving on. He was there about 115 years ago when, in a small Alghikk Major village, several Irumok women and children were killed - Without Tyr's authorization - By that b@stard of a Storm Guardian. Even though Tyr killed that one, then came to the village personally, bowed his head, and begged forgiveness - Barely salvaging what was left of the peace between the Vongola Famiglia and the Irumok Tribes - Blegnekk, the then-acting warchief and currently a bounty hunter, has never fully forgiven the Varia itself...And he's probably a bit incensed that the current leader doesn't even know about it.
Xanxus: ...Huh. *Takes a swig from flask, before yawning* ...I respect Tyr a bit better. Sometimes, all you can do is swallow your pride and apologize on behalf of the idiocy of your subordinates...It's a sign of a good leader, and I still can't do it when the time comes. *Drinks once again* ...
*They watch as Blegnekk knocks his two subordinates together headsfirst, before giving a loud wheezing noise*
Zev: ...After my time with Tyr, trying to salvage the peace between the Vongola Famiglia and the Irumok, I know only one sentence of their language by heart; what he said about you: "Not forgotten. Varia. Killed many Irumok."
Xanxus: ...And what about you? What's his problem with you, of all people?
Zev: *Shrugs* Dunno. "Jhi'ukkel"...Adult Irumok, especially the really old ones, always call myself and my mother that. The few and far-between who do know what it means practically start crying, asking me not to make them talk about it...
Xanxus: Hmmm...Oh well. *Takes a long drink from flask*
Blegnekk: *Seems to have finally calmed down, looking at Pitou expectantly*
Pitou: *Lifts up a briefcase-like box* Here t'is. *Opens it, showing ten hi-tech cyringes - Like what he used to inject Gleist - Inside, in two horizontal rows of five; however, the serum they contain glows a bright indigo*
Blegnekk: *Leans downward, looking at the cyringes closely* ...H'ghalk. Gholl'kur ghirrik hurokk?
Pitou: Yes...This is the newest and most potent batch. Even Voltaire doesn't know about this...However, I'd advise you don't use it until I can get you the proper equipment to control the subject.
Blegnekk: *Nods* Ghillik megh'r h'ghalk. Blegnekk hikk'gholmirk Pitough. *Looks at Pitou seriously* Blegnekk slust tirgh beh'orhikk. Grukkutt?
Pitou: *Eyes glint* ...I would appreciate that you do not insinuate such things, and I do not take well to mentions of violence during my transactions. When I make a promise, I keep it - I am sure you understand my displeasure at thinly-veiled accusations and threats...?
Blegnekk: ... *Gives a quiet grumbling noise, staring at Pitou evenly* ...
Xanxus: ... *Leans over to Zev* ...What's got Toymaker riled up? Did Ol' Chokey really say anything that bad?
Zev: If I understood Blegnekk correctly...His words were, roughly, "I kill traitors messily. Understand?"
Xanxus: ... *Grins* ...That guy's got guts, saying that to Nefelpitou. I think I'm starting to like him a little.
Blegnekk: ... *Continues staring at Pitou, before - * ...Gghh-harharharharharharggghhh! Blegnekk grukkut kehr! Fhirreh kehr, Pitough. *Smacks Pitou on the shoulder jovially*
Pitou: Yes, I thought you would. *Ignores the fact that his entire body is rocked violently with each friendly smack*
Blegnekk: Ggghhhurhurgh. Osikk, megh'r osikk. *Snaps fingers*
*The two brutes, who have been on and off trying to rub their heads through the helms with little success, jump to attention*
Blegnekk: *Gently takes the now-closed case, handing it to one brute* Philkin meshikk, Blegnekk kilk'cheh. Grukkut? *Gives off a threatening aura*
Philkin: *Wears a helm with only a right lens, and a mouth apparatus with two tubes, positioned vertically parrallel, that curve around to the back of head* Uyugh. Philkin gurn rih'serhh!
Blegnekk: ... *Stares for a minute* Osikk, Philkin. Palgh tey'urku.
*Next, he turns to the other brute; this one has two smaller lenses, and a pair of tubes on either side of his breathing piece that curve up over helm, between eyes*
Blegnekk: Broggh gurn jilker. Nurnuk op'rhen, nurnuk op'fulgh. Grukkut?
Broggh: *Salutes* Fhirreh kehr! *Moves out towards the hall where they came from, which has a sign above it: Shooting Range, Second Hangar*
Blegnekk: *Turns to Pitou, grabbing the feline's hand and shaking it fiercely* Lurkugh ehr'mukkahr, Pitough.
Pitou: *Smiles politely* Likewise, Blegnekk.
Blegnekk: ... *Gives Xanxus a brief look, before looking at Ed* ...
Ed: *Is doing a handstand again, oblivious*
Blegnekk: ...Pfaeffi'ulokk. Ebbir. Kulkir megh'r ebbir. *Next, he looks at Zev* ...Feh. Jhi'ukkel dannal knugh hekkh Mirmi ulmir, eh? Feh. Feh!!
Zev: ... *Shrugs* ...Sorry, man. I'm not fluent in Irumok'dolgh. You could be reciting a love poem for all I care.
Blegnekk: Jhi'ukkel hehki. Jhi'ukkel hehki. *Turns his gaze on Moss*
*Stopping in his tracks, the armored alien looks her up and down*
Blegnekk: Ggghhhmmmmm... *Looks her in the eyes; Moss can just barely see what looks like an eye behind the lens*
Zev: ...Hey. Blegnekk the Grumpy. *Gestures to get his attention*
Blegnekk: Eh? Jhi'ukkel gil'qurr? Shegh; Blegnekk gil'mugh temph.
Zev: *Gestures to Ed* ...She might be able to help us with our communication problem. I'm interested in what it is you keep calling me...And what it is you called her, actually.
Ed: *Has sat down, legs folded* Hello Grumpy~! *Waves to Irumok, giggling*
Blegnekk: ... *Looks at Zev* ...Jhi'ukkel tehk'tirrku: Domdikk Pfaeffi'ulokk - Malk gilmugh.
Zev: ...Hmmm... *Scratches head* ...If you're asking me...To make sure she doesn't invade memories she shouldn't...Then don't worry; Ed knows how to keep from poking around places that are off-limits.
Blegnekk: ... *Sighs loudly* ...Jhi'ukkel balgh'r ebbir. *Stomping over, he kneels down stiffly*
Ed: *Gets up, running over to him* Anytime Grumpy's ready~! *Gently places a hand on his neck*
Blegnekk: ... *Remains silent, not replying* ...
OOS: I'm sorry.
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