Standing over him, Orlando was too far away to be hit by the spit and watched with amusement as gravity made it fall back on his face. He took a step back just in case. "Well if you have enough saliva to spit at me, I guess I don't need to worry about you getting dehydrated." Orlando smirked. "Now you going to tell me why you were trying to kill us?"
"You? No thank you, I prefer females." Orlando said politely and kicked the kid in the gut.
He gave a cry, kicking out to defend himself while struggling against the bonds.
"GEUH!" *now fully reformed, claws, maw, and all, Wilson's Burnt state tries to remember what it was doing, then it remembers the bike and shooting* "GNERRAUGH!" *The Burnt starts to make a bee-line for the bike, with the intent to break it*
"No no no, don't you dare!" He screamed seeing the beast going for his beloved bike.
Orlando laughed. "Wilson wait a second!" He called after him. "Come over here. Everything is okay now..." He reassured him and then looked down at the kid. "But it won't be for your bike if you don't tell me what I want to know." A corner of his mouth lifted into a sneer.
The kid curled his lip narrowed his eyes, giving a low snarl. "Fine, ask away."
"Geu..." *hearing the words 'everything is okay' starts the Burnt to calming down. Its paying more attention to the people near it now*
"Why were you trying to kill us?" Orlando repeated. "Just know if you lie, Wilson here will distroy your precious bike." He couldn't know if Wilson was able to tell a lie or not, but Orlando was good at bluffs and sneered down at the kid.
"Don't insult my intelligence, you know full well why."
*with the tension still high, The Burnt might not be reverting back to Wilson soon*
"Hah!" Orlando tutted. "I want to hear it from you." He laughed. "If you would prefer not to tell me, my friend Wilson the Elsen here would be happy to leave some scorching claw marks on your bike's seat. It would be a nice reminder of our encounter..." Orlando mused. "Your ass would have griddle marks on it each time you rode it..." He nodded, pleased with the thought.
"Fuck you asshole, your an agent and if that was all the reason I needed before I git plenty now."
"How do you know I'm an agent?" Orlando asked suspiciously. "What's so surprising about a human and an Elsen being friends, huh? Besides, we haven't done anything to hurt you...yet." He laughed almost cruely. "You did attack first, we were just defending ourselves."
"Call it self defence strike for something you hadn't done yet."
"If I made preemptive strikes--" Orlando guessed that was what they kid meant "against everyone I met, then the whole world would be dead." He said with seriousness. "Hey Wilson." He looked over at the Elsen. "Did I attack you or ever cause you any harm?" He asked with seriousness.
"Hey Wilson, has he told you he's gonna disect you when you get back to whatever base he's taking you? Or are you just helping him capture others so you don't end up on the table."
"GENERUGHUHU!" *Wilson's Burnt was about to try and respond, till the brutal talk about disection* *the Tar which had been slowly starting to creep away in an environment without physical conflict comes back in full force*
*if you want to be able to properly ask questions and get answers, then Wilson is going to need to relax enough for the Burnt to go away*
*if you want to be able to properly ask questions and get answers, then Wilson is going to need to relax enough for the Burnt to go away*
"Doesn't matter either way now does it." Sighing miserably. "Your going to kill me now aren't you." He said it matter of fact kind of way, no question. He truelly believed he was about to be killed, though he was happy Orlando didn't know his race as if he did he'd probably brough back for experimentation which could seriously endanger his species.
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