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Who: Grievous
Broadcast: Everywhere
Action: Marsiva
When: Not long after everyone is transported, prior to the night's calibrations

[The cyborg is holding up a pair of very large and colourful fuzzy slippers. Strangely shaped, for his clawed metal feet they would be a perfect fit. Yet there's confusion in his gruff voice.]

What is the purpose of these? Are they some sort of toothless pet?

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[Kitty missed the new cyborg's arrival.]

Are teeth a pet requirement for you? Are the lack of teeth really the only thing making you unsure if it is a pet? So many questions. So little time.

It would be most unusual for a pet to not have teeth. However, this is an alien world. Perhaps you have such strange creatures here.

Although... if they had been living they also appear to have been skinned. If this a fur for wearing?

There are usually some kinds of birds and fish. Well, some fish. [She recognizes some of those have teeth.] ...Anteaters... [Yep, totally common pet, the anteater. Nice save.] Tribbles. [Someone has been around too many people from Star Fleet.] Not sure how many we have around here, but some. [Pets without teeth that don't come up, her sea slug.]

It wasn't skinned... Probably. [Okay, she doesn't actually know. She was just hoping for synthetic.] They're slippers. I think. [They are uniquely shaped after all, but the general look is the same as the one she got.]

And what do they slip upon?

[He's still rather confused, not used to shoes of any sort.]

Your feet? [Even as she says it she's not sure what he's working with. The video doesn't usually capture a full head-to-toe view without some panning or rearrangement.] Not a lot of androids wearing fuzzy slippers where you're from? [As if it's the most common practice back home. It's not. She wouldn't have put it past Nanny except her legs ended in a ball that rolled her where he needed to go. Not the best for fuzzy slippers. She did manage to wear an apron and silly hat though.]

[There's a frown, even though it can only be seen in the twitch of his reptilian eyes and heard in his reply.]

Android? I am not a droid.

[He's clearly offended now.]

I am General Grievous, of the Kaleesh. I lead the greatest droid army ever seen in the galaxy, but I am not one of them.

[Well, she would love to make fun of that name, but since she is the jerk at the moment that should probably wait. But seriously, Grievous?]

Sorry. No offense intended. I shouldn't have assumed.

I'm Kitty Pryde. Fresh out of any armies. Captain of the Twin Roses. Mutant from Earth.

[Maybe one day she'll get out of him the reason for that name. It wasn't the one he was born with.]

What is the Twin Roses? One of these ships?

[She nods.] Yeah, not that I can get to it right now. [This again. Stuck on the Marsiva. It's not her first calibrations, though she missed the very first one.]

I was assigned to the Goldstone, as their Security. This is not my usual position.

[There's a trace of offence again, as someone more used to leading and giving the orders - even if he ultimately wasn't the one in charge.]

How often do we get called back to where we began and given such ... 'slippers'....?

[Uncertainty once more about the footwear, which he briefly lifts into view again to give a look.]

Goldstone's a good ship. [Not that she knows that much about it, but she knows or knew people who spent time there. Seems like a thing you say.]

This is the third time since the fleet's been running. There might only be one person left who remembers the first time personally though. [She's thinking of Vash who has been around since the very beginning, but she doesn't know how early the first calibrations were. The fleet was about two years underway when she showed up.] I don't actually remember if we had slippers last time. [She doubts that's the most important part of the inquiry, but just for accuracy...]

So the others have since died?

[That's his immediate assumption of there only being one person left from those days.]

Dark assumption. No.

Well, not that we know of anyway. [It's entirely possible. It just challenges some of the other things they know about this place. Honestly, dark assumptions are kind of where she lives.] They're gone. You can't die here. They bring you back.

Gone? So we can leave?

And yet we cannot die?

Might be more accurate to say we can be sent away. Not a lot of choosing gets involved.

[...okay, well. This creature doesn't look particularly like he'd have any use for them, but she may as well answer the question and leave the sass to Kitty.]

They are called slippers. Their purpose is to keep a man's feet warm.

They do not appear to be slippery.

[He misunderstood. Even prior to becoming a cyborg he didn't wear slippers nor any other shoes.]

[Ah. Someone who has her own language issues. It took her a while to grow accustomed to differences.]

I am not truly sure why they are named that, Sir. But they do not slip. They are merely warm to mortal flesh.

[He curls his clawed, metal hand visible to the camera.]

I do not have such flesh to keep warm.

[That's what she assumed.]

The Atroma play at hospitality, but they are exceedingly poor at it. Your lack of flesh would never have crossed their mind.

No, they're supposed to be put on your feet.

Did you want to keep them? They look comfy.

Would they not impair movement? They do not seem to be a material with great traction.

They're for relaxin'

You're not supposed to move around in them.

How do they help you relax?

[Not something he does all that often.]

Well they are comfy and warm so your feet don't get cold without having to wear shoes.

My feet need no such coverings.

Right. Which is why I asked if you wanted to keep them.

Because I'll totally trade if you want.

What would you trade for them?

Uhhhh... Let's see.

I got.... [Sora moves his device so that Grievous and see his room. He has a lot of homemade knick-knacks, some weapons (a couple of guns on the table, a trident against the wall), and a lot of snacks he bought from planets and way stations.]

Stuff? It's slippers so the trade should be fair. You like snacks?

I do not partake.

Those weapons. Are they real or are they mere toys?

The guns are real but I'm not trading those for slippers. Captian Looma would kill me. [Lest anyone think that he would have been tempted to do so on his own without her influence.]

The Trident is mostly for show but it reminded me of home.

And waitaminute, you don't partake? Like you don't eat? At all? Isn't that boring?

I do not need such sustenance.

[Well, as with sleeping, he doesn't need regular food and drink to survive but he does need something occasionally. But he won't say that here. The majority of the time he needs neither rest nor food. He doesn't even have a way to eat it normally.]

Here, where there is no combat, it is difficult to find other ways to pass the time.

So you want to fight? [He doesn't seem to be judging that thought. He's only curious.]

I have never known a time without fighting.

[Also spoken simply. A fact, not a boast.]

Alright. So do you like to spar? Or are you the 'only fight to maim' kind of guy?

I can spar. Are you interested in that?

Yes totally! How about we trade the slippers for some sparring matches?

Only if you win. You must defeat me twice to have both.

That seems like a lot of work for slippers...

But, sparring is something I should be doing anyway, so I'm in.

You are bold. Are you not afraid of me?

[He knows his is a fearsome visage to many, but of course his reputation is not so known here.]

Phhft. Why would I be that? You aren't nearly as scary as some of the things I've fought.

You can talk, first of all. A lot of the stuff I've fought are totally mindless.

Interesting. So what battles have you been in in the past?

[He's not stalling. He's genuinely curious.]

Well, you know, fought monsters, saved the worlds a couple times. It happens.

[Holy shiiiit, it's that robot dude Magnus talked about. He is literally a robot.

No wonder Mags wanted his arms.

Time to mess with him and make an enemy, probably. In Taako's most deadpan serious voice he answers:]

Yes. They're a pet. You have to take good care of it or it'll eat you at night.

This does not look like something to be feared.

[The tone is skeptical.]

Well yeah - how else do you think something like that's gonna hunt?

[The illusion of safety is the greatest enemy of survival.]

But trust me - if you don't take care of 'em, they'll overtake you at night. I know a guy.

Your words are questionable. I do not sleep therefore they will not take me by surprise at night. They have no teeth and so how will they attempt to eat? Even with teeth, they would likely break them on my impenetrable form.

Others have said they are to be worn on the feet. If this is so, then they would also be crushed and so prove no further threat.

Never seen a gelatinous cube, I take it? They slime over you, immobilize you with venom, and then digest you slowly over hundreds of years. No bones either, so can't be crushed, pretty much impervious to bludgeoning damage, too.

It's pretty fucked up actually.

[But also fuuuck everyone for being honest and messing with his fun.]

Most people here take good care of them though, so not a lot of people have gotten eaten by 'em.

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