Triviis

"Oh these!" Chopper said with a great deal of excitement. He wasn't at all hesitant to tell the medic what they were, he doubted the man would try and take them. "These are my very own creation! I call them rumble balls." He pulled one out of the bag, holding the ball between his hooves. "When I was younger and not so used to my powers, I used these to transform into all of my different forms." He rolled the creation in his palm. "But now that I've trained more I only need these to transform into my biggest form." He frowned, shaking his head. "But that form is a huge pain in the butt."

Chopper nodded to medic. "Yep, other then the form I'm in now I have six other forms. They were the byproduct of the Devil Fruit I ate." At this point Chopper was almost assuming Medic was from the world he lived in. He thought for a moment once medic asked for his name, beginning to repack his bag. "Well I guess I can tell you my name, as long as you aren't a government spy." He stood back up, pulling on his backpack. "My name is Tony a Tony Chopper, or just Chopper if you prefer, and I belong to a group of pirates called the Straw Hats." He looked rather smug. "I have a bounty and everything!"

He looked up at Medic. "Now you gotta tell me about yourself."

Scout heard his name and snapped back into reality. He hadn't been listening to the conversation, mostly because he rarely listened to much of anything he wasn't involved in. He did, however, react fairly quickly to Medic saying his name. It started with him looking around, confused.

He nodded, realizing that they were talking about the Quick-Fix. "Dat thing," he commented, "is awesome." He looked at Chopper with an oddly serious expression on his face. "Trust me," he said, "the Doc is a genius."

Chopper kept rather quiet as Medic spoke. He had never heard of a Germany or a diechesland or whatever. As medic spoke of the scout and engineer Chopper looked over at them, assuming since they all had bounties they must be pirates like him. Chopper bet they had a really huge ship. He then looked up at Archimedes. He had trouble to believe that the bird was a dove, in his homeland most birds were huge and violent.

But then Chopper's biggest question was answered. He looked at the Quick Fix with eyes wide with excitement. Once the medic stopped talking Chopper began asking questions. "What's it called? How does it work? What does it do? Who's scout again? Why does it like it? How fast is fastest? Is it heavy? Are you really a genius? Is red your favorite color? Why do you talk so funny? Is it because you are a Germany?"

Ankha

Ankha threw an angry glare at the doctor. She crossed her arms and tapped her foot, "Cooperate with me, or else!" She thought of something, "Or else, you'll become double peasants!" This wasn't at all how she expected them to treat her. Couldn't they see that she was the queen? Apparently not. "You there! Boston boy! Carry me!" She was referring to Scout.

Scout narrowed his eyes. First he was called an it, then 'Boston boy', and then someone wanted him to carry them? He grumbled quietly, then answered both questions at once.

"Look," he said rather loudly, "I'm Scout." He looked down at the two strange, small creatures. "Ya know what dat means?" He asked, going into 'rant about himself' mode, "dat means ya don't wanna get on my bad side. Dat means I hurt people." he glared down at Ankha, "Dat means I don't take ordahs from you. Or anyone else-" he froze, wide eyed for a second, before finishing. "...'Cept one person..."

Ankha yelled back at Scout, not intimidated by him at all, "That also means that you're a double peasant now!" She would have hit him (with the very little strength she had) but she didn't, since she thought it wasn't lady like for women to fight. She looked him straight in the eye. She tried to look as scary as she could but failed miserably. "You're going to be know as 'the peasant from Boston' from now on."

Chopper looked down at his feet, silently mouthing each of his questions. Well some of them were not so important, and one had been answered. Others could have assumed answers. After a moment or two of thinking Chopper counted out his three questions on the points of his hooves like a human would count on their fingers.

"Uh...how does it work, what does it do and why do you all wear red?" Chopper asked slower.

Scout didn't stay dumbstruck for long. He returned Ankha's look with a glare of pure hatred, almost a snarl. Out of more instinct than having quite reached the level of anger where he would kill someone he knew probably wouldn't respawn, he aimed the Force-A-Nature at Ankha.

"Don't. You. Dare." he growled. Ankha's insults were all too familiar, and he had grown tired of hearing them many years ago. "It don't matter how much money ya got," he continued, his voice shaking slightly, "and der is no way I'm gonna do anythin' for ya just cause ya think you're-" he stuttered, trying to remember the word he had heard one too many times, "superiah!"

Ankha

She yelped when the gun was aimed at her. Ankha had seen in the movies what these things were capable of. The thought of that happening to her scared her for once in a very long time. She stammered, feeling very small now, "No! Please! I'm sorry!"

Kongu

Kongu reacted to scout, "Hey now! There's no need for that!" He took a step forward but stopped. He sensed Scout's bitter memories. He sensed the anger that Scout felt. Just a terrible reminder of the intrusive memories of others that his Kanohi Suletu caused. The memories slowly flooded his mind. Kongu cringed, feeling Scout's pain and took a step back. A load of painful formations of mental objects stabbed Kongu in the crevices of his mind. The names that they called him, the punches they threw at him, he felt them all. The peasant from Boston? Scout had heard much worse. Kongu now knew, in sudden realization, why this enraged the young man so much.

Whenever anyone around Kongu suddenly had a strong jolt of emotions, he felt it. This had been true for many years.

Scout, while still very angry, suddenly came to the realization that he was pointing a gun at a small... Cat? A terrified one, at that. As she should be, but still. Without taking his eyes off of her, he lowered his weapon. He wasn't a killer, not really.

...But still. He scowled and spoke to Medic, without actually turning. "Dis- dis cat," he spat, "thinks she's bettah dan me just 'cause-" he stopped. He didn't actually know why, though he did have a few guesses. His inability to come up with a better answer only made him more mad, and he almost kicked something before realizing that there was nothing to kick. "I don't know why," he admitted. "It doesn't matter," he growled, "makin' demands of people doesn't make ya better dan anyone." He continued to glare at Ankha, "it just makes ya selfish."

Ankha

She realized that it was the best thing to do, although she already did. She didn't want to look like a smart ass, although it probably would have made her feel superior. She decided against it, it was probably for her own good. As soon as the gun was pointed away from her face, she sported a pout. She didn't want to apologize, she was royalty after all. She was entitled whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. She mumbled, with a very slight hint of regret for coaxing the Scout, "I'm sorry..." Really she wasn't. She was selfish, just as Scout had said.

Engineer

Engie looked over, barely paying attention to the conversation. "That's what ya get." He was more interested in Kongu than anything else. He was studying him, looking at his structure. The Engineer had thought of his sentries, and they looked way more primitive than Kongu's fine build. He looked back up at Kongu, but he had wandered over to Scout.

Kongu

Kongu looked down at Scout, with a feeling of smypathy "I feel bad for you, Scout. When you were angry just then, I could feel your memories. It's my Kanohi's ability. I heard all the hurtful things that you were called in this strange city of Boston. Your people had thought of you as some sort of... Underling. Just because they were wealthy made them think that they could do that to you." He sighed, "Whatever you are, I hope the lot of you aren't like that."

He turned to Ankha, feeling her hate. He could tell that she wasn't genuinely sorry. He could have told Scout that, although he felt that it would make the matters worse. He could have lied, and told Scout the opposite, but Kongu wasn't one to lie. He strove to be the best he can be, remembering the three virtues, unity, duty, and destiny. He knew for sure that it wasn't Ankha's destiny to be shot in the face by that beastly weapon.

Speaking of weapons, he just realized his crossbow was missing.

Scout turned away from Ankha without even aknowledging her apology. He figured it should be good enough that he didn't shoot her, not that he really would have. He looked up at Kongu, confused for a moment. The robot had read his mind? He wasn't sure how he felt about that, but at least he was being nice about it.

"Those frikkin..." Scout started, only to trail off. He wasn't one to really talk about his feelings or his past, and he wasn't about to change that. Nobody needed to know, and most of that was in the past now. He did nod at Kongu, though, and mumbled a thank you.

Chopper watched the exchange between Ankha and Scout and then the large robot and Scout. If what the large robot was saying was true, then Chopper could help but feel a bit guilty. Chopper had acted so hostile towards the man before really getting a chance to formally introduce himself. He decided he would eventually have to make it up to him. But now since the argument had died down he looked back towards the Medic. Excited to have his questions answered.

"Oh oh!" Chopper said quickly, as if he had the answer to medics mumble to himself. "You were answering my questions! I wanna know about your big machine thing!" He said,pointing to the quick fix. "And also why are you three wearing red? Is it a uniform?" He had heard of pirate crews that wore all of one color.

Sylvanas frowned, her bow and arrow switching from Ezio to Deadpool. He just came back to life, but didn't look like one of the Forsaken. Maybe a death knight, then? No- the Lich king was gone, now. There weren't any more death knights being created. She pointed her arrow at Deadpool, him seeming more interesting then the strange hooded fellow. They seemed to be ignoring her, currently.

"You!" she still had her mana making her eyes glow as she looked at the masked person. "You are to tell me where I am. And..." she pulled her arrow back farther, "Tell me just how you resurrected without the Lich king's dark magic or mine, and yet still look human despite being resurrected."

Chopper nodded at the medic answered his questions one by one. He didn't really mind the medic not really answering his first question. Chopper wasn't too good with technology anyway. Technology wasn't too advanced in his home world, so even the most simple terms were likely to confuse him. But his did sort of answer his question about the medic being a genius. It would take a genius to understand such a weapon. The question about the red still sort of confused him, but he decided not to question it too much. Fashion wasn't his strong suit.

When medic mentioned showing off the Quick-Fix Chopper began to jump up and down in excitement. "Would you really show me? I wanna see it!"