Norrie shrugged in response and said, "Probably. Hell, even air's not healthy anymore though, so eat whatever you can." The shit they were spraying... yeah, not good. No wonder everyone was fucking sick all the time. (Oooh, after the shit my grandfather went through in 'Nam, my mother began 'muckraking' and looking into the horrors the government's doing, so I have a TON of so-called 'conspiracy theories', a term made up by the fucking government, mind you, to sprinkle in here xD)

"All the more reason for me to prove you wrong," She said with a damn near evil smirk. He was making it into a challenge, and if he wanted to keep Jackson's nasty-ass socks away from his face-hole, he'd better shut it. "I refuse," She growled, scowling at him. Princess my ass.

"Uhh... not rectally?" Norrie clarified. "Also rubbing alcohol and shit doesn't count." Nuh-uh, we're talking liquor here, not bathroom cabinet shit. That stuff does NOT taste NEARLY as good.

"Ohhh, so it just does what it's told, got it," she said, smirking. Yeah, she definitely was asking for a retaliation. Although, should they find a tattoo parlor, she was definitely getting Yoda inked somewhere and the words offended you are? A shit I don't give. On a somewhat similar note, on her bedroom wall there lived a sign which read Live, laugh, love. If that doesn't work, load, aim, fire.

"I hope one day you choke on the shit you talk," Norrie shot back. Besides, Jackson was the bad kind of special. Norrie was the dangerous kind of special.

"Oh please, the only thing waiting to be let out is whichever voice is currently rallying to have you pulverized," She retorted, then wrinkled her nose. "That better not be an offer, especially from someone who's not had sexual relations with anyone but their own hand." And possibly a corpse or something, but let's blindly look past the possibility of necrophilia for the sake of our last shreds of sanity. "Good for you." Be encouraged; a shit she did not give.

"That's too bad," Norrie said in an aw-darn sort of way. He was replaceable. Well, sorta. It'd be a pain in the ass, but not so much so that it was out of the realm of possibility. "Thanks," She said rather flatly, trying not to show annoyance at his calling her doll. Asshat.

Norrie managed to sleep through roughly 9 of the 12 hours they were flying, though she was awake when the plane touched down. Jackson's coloring books were forgotten, and once the giant tin can came to a stop and the flight attendants did their thing, Norrie was already ready to get to fucking MOVE again. "Welcome to the land of Volkswagons, Nazis, and high tax rates," She muttered, half to herself and half to Axl.

(I didn't think this through too well, but like, they oughtta be detained and questioned and shit. Do they take the shoot-up-an-airport approach, or try to slip by undetected? The people on the US side would've definitely put out some form of notice about these people just commandeering a plane xD)

"Humans have majorly fucked up the planet." Axl agreed with a slight scowl. He wondered how they were all still here after all these years of destroying their environment. From beautiful blue skies and green grass to jungles made of metal and concrete. Nature was only still alive in small parts of the world. (Lucky me xD)

"You have permission to try." He lilted with a lazy smirk, undeterred by the evil look on her face. If she wanted to expend that much energy for no reason, that was her own fault. He had enough to deal with her. He would be much more preoccupied actually using the hundreds of techniques that had been hammered into his mind after countless hours of practice. If there was one thing he appreciated, it was the fact he had more knowledge and ability to do dangerous shit than almost anyone else. The fighting ring had helped a loooot, too. That conditioned him to fighting other hybrids. The lab taught him how to fight humans with weapons. In his opinion, the hybrids were harder.

He chuckled in pure amusement at her glare, looking pleased with himself.

"Okay, ouch. Can you imagine how painful that would be? And I'm not talking about rubbing alcohol, either. Whiskey, mostly." The corner of his lip turned up. "Rubbing alcohol doesn't burn half as much." Actually, it was Vodka 80 percent of the time, since that was about 40 percent actual alcohol and they were trying to melt off his poor skin.

"It? I'm offended. I am quite obviously at least a they, or even better, a he, thank you very much." He sniffed haughtily, a slight tick in his jaw appearing before disappearing again. Self-control, Axl. Losing it will just prove what she's been loving to tell you this whole time. He thought, resuming his cool facade. "And I only do what I'm told for a price, darlin'." That being that he wasn't caged up, but it seemed pretty fair to him since he had been forced to do shit before AND had been caged up afterward.

"Unlikely to happen, but thanks for the sentiment." He replied cheerfully. Too bad for both of them, really.

"I feel like you've released that one already, but that's just me. Being pulverized would be kinda nice in the long run, though, so keep it in mind." He smirked, looking midlly amused. She was funny, and talk a lot of smack. At least it was entertaining. Other than that, she wasn't much help to him. He'd get out of here and she could find someone else to direct all that stored up hate at. "It was not an offer, God no. I don't want you ANYWHERE near me." He made a face, nose wrinkling slightly. That would be a recipe for disaster, especially for his genitalia.

Axl absent-mindedly realized he was going into a dangerous situation without having slept in over 4 or so days, and before that it had just been him being knocked unconscious. He rubbed the back of his neck and set a reminder to knock himself unconscious when he got back, following the rest of the sparse amount of people out as they were guided out of the plane. He ended up near Norrie, ears twitching as she spoke. "Lass uns in Deutschland verarschen." He murmured mostly to himself, as she couldn't understand German. Let's go get fucked up in Germany. (Let's shoot up an airport hehe)

"And now want to move on to Mars," Norrie added, shaking her head. Stephen Hawking wanted to go through the HUGE work of colonizing another fucking planet and ruining that one instead of fixing the one we have. (A lot of "I don't like them puttin' chemicals in the water, they turn the frickin frogs gay! xD)

"Oh, so now I need your permission for anything," She snorted, rolling her eyes. Unfortunately, he'd definitely hold the dumb fucking rank thing over her head from now on, just because HE was a dumb fuck.

"Oh lordy, now I gotta go after the shitwipe who gave you whiskey," She sighed unhappily. Yeah, it was absolutely losing its job for that one. A lot of them were, really, but that one was no exception.

"Hmm, no. I think I'll call you either it or she. Better yet, sheit. Shit," Norrie said with yet another evil grin. I identify as an ice cream sandwich. My pronouns are It's-It. Or, I identify as transparent. My pronouns are Who/Where. "Uh-huh. So basically you throw blowjobs for jukebox nickels," She snorted. Just like YOUR MOOOM. She just rolled her eyes at his next words, not bothering to engage with the idiot. This time.

"Oh trust me, when it happens, you'll know," Norrie warned. He'd know via broken face bones and a sudden lack of fertility. "Well then lucky you," She snorted. "What about Jackson, though?" Oh yeah, because he was any better than Norrie.

She ignored Axl's words, instead focusing on the fact there were German officers, all armed, at the airport. Not good. One of them shouted something in German, which was then relayed in English by the guy next to him, though the thick accent almost cancelled it out. "DROP YOUR WEAPONS, HANDS ON YOUR HEADS." Norrie let go of her swiss-cheese-inator, not even releazing having reached for it, and it hung limp and harmless at its place by her hip. "ON THE GROUND." Norrie just shook her head, unwilling to follow orders. She was aware of everyone around them shifting, every single one of them with a clear shot, guns raised. There had to be at least two dozen. They were fucking toast. Well... maybe not. If you're surrounded, you can attack in any direction! Yay. And be attacked from any direction, but whatever.

"Axl... care to try reasoning with the angry germans with guns?" She whispered. Maybe he could talk them down, or at least distract them so they could do SOMETHING.

"There's that, too. If you can't live on one planet, move to another, because then you'll die of a different cause!" Axl rolled his eyes. Humans.

"You need my permission to stuck Jackson's sock in my mouth." He clarified with a lilting tone, smirking slightly. He said that just to annoy her, really. Not like she cared.

"Andddddd why would that be? Not like you care." He scoffed. "If I didn't drink it, it couldn't have messed me up in the brain, meaning my idiotness that hinders you wouldn't be related, so it ain't a revenge crime." Plus, those were his people to kill. He had awesome quotes set out for most of them. He was fully prepared to shove their genitalia up their asses and stuff their heads in after. Or maybe tell them they were going to be dickheads soon, then do that. The joys of having 20 something years to plan ways to murder someone.

"I prefer it over she." He added helpfully. She could rudely insult him alllll he wanted, he'd heard it all before. And had amazing self control, thank you very much. "We all have ours ways." He replied evenly with a perfectly expressionless face and an evil look in his dark eyes. Imagine the rumors that would surround him if he was a normal human. Good God, no one would ever survive high school around him.

"Euck, Jackson? No. He's not coming anywhere near me either." Axl wrinkled his nose. "I'm desperate, but I'm not THAT desperate." And he never would be.

He cracked his knuckles as he observed everyone, green text already scrolling across his retina screen. He scanned it all before made sure a bullet was loaded into the gun in his hand, then turned his palms outward, towards the people, to show he had no weapon. "Reasoning?" He mumbled back. "Have a nickel?" A smirk grew on his face as he scanned the people one more time. "Wir werden euch alle in jedes Loch ficken, das wir finden können, und die Gesichter eurer Mutter in eure Ärsche stopfen, nachdem ihr vor Lust und Schmerz gestorben seid. Yippee Ki Yay, Motherfuckers!" He drawled in a perfect German accent. Look it up if you want to know what it means, as I am not translating that. The last part was obvious, though. There were looks of disgust, people recoiled, and guns faltered. As soon as that happened, 6 people were dead, the wings were on Axl's back, and he was gone. 5 More people died within a second with feathers through the neck from his wings, and then they finally realized what was happening and started firing. He deflected the bullets before walking forward, fangs bared. "Buhruf." He hissed, and people scattered as he flared his wings and slashed out with his claws. 3 more went down, bullets ricocheted off of his wings, and he kicked someone in the nuts. With a launch, he knocked over two more people and shot upward, taking out the four people on the upper floors that were shooting. Easy pickings. He moved like clockwork, delfecting bullets and easily dispatching each enemy, his razor sharp feathers never missing a mark. His mind was running at full tilt, identifiying threats, and he felt a thrill. This was what he was trained for. Finally.

Norrie nodded in agreement, then said, "I do support shuttling people off to space to see how close they can get to the sun without dying, though." Population control AND cremation, perfect. Like 3-in-1 soaps.

"Do I though?" She asked skeptically. She thought not. That'd ruin the whole element of surprise, after all.

"It's the point of, dingus. If you're gonna treat someone like a prisoner of war, don't go pop champagne with them," Norrie snorted, shaking her head. Unless you were using the cork as a projectile attack.

"Oh, so you'd prefer objectification over feminization," She mused. Better an it than a she. Well, if you live in Afghanistan, yeah. Except this was Germany, not the Middle East. "Uh-huh." Some people's ways were just stupid, that was all.

"Fair. What about some whore on a street corner?" She asked. Hey, he said he was desperate. At least Jackson would do it for free, top or bottom.

"I do but I don't pay upfront," Norrie returned. She didn't care to know what he said, as their reaction told her enough, but I am curious by nature, and now regret looking it up just a little. While Axl did his thing, quite well, might I add, Norrie grabbed Jackson by the sleeve and started for the nearest exit. A few more armed guys in uniform appeared, and they were promptly shot, blood pooling on the tile floor. Norrie shouted for Axl, and had to half-drag Jackson when he slipped in the warm liquid at their feet. Right now, the plan was to get to the car rental place and steal one, since there was no way they'd be allowed to get it legally. (Okay so I figure they're in Frankfurt, any objections? x3

also terribly sorry it's short

edit: oh I found Norrie in a nutshell > click)

"Preferably before they test it. Just... millions of people into the sun." Axl mused. With how people's brains were working these days, they'd likely get on that ship thinking the sun was habitable. No convincing necessary.

"Yes, you do." He confirmed. "Because I already gave it to you." He flashed a smile. No arguing necessary if his permission had already been given. That did NOT mean he wouldn't struggle and throw a few punches. He would still do that. No way was Jackson's sock going in his mouth.

"I'm not sure you could call what they did 'popping champagne' with me. It was more like pouring cell killing sizzling burning hot liquid over open wounds." He wrinkled his nose. His scars had scars on top of scars.

"I've been objectified more than femenized, considering most people think it's the bigger insult." He pointed out. Honestly, he didn't care what people said, it only mattered what was true. That being he was a living breathing male partial person that deserved to be called a he thankyouverymuch.

"Nooope. Nevermind, I take it back. I'm not as desperate as you seem me to believe. I'm not going for an STD." He snorted, shaking his head. Despite a lot of stupid people, that was NOT a very important thing in life. Especially if you didn't know how good or bad it could be.

Axl decapitated one more person with an arrogant smirk. "I'm making heads roll." He mumbled to himself cheerfully before landing and disapatching two more people. As Norrie gave the call, his eyes started to glitter with a much eviller glow and he shot something out of the palm of his metal hand into the middle of the group of soldiers that were still standing. He then bolted towards Norrie and Jackson, skidding and slipping on blood. Behind him, there was a single shriek before a ball of flame engulfed the remaining soldiers, a resounding boom echoing through later. Small bits of shrapnel and chunks of human flesh came flying at him, but he batted it away with his wings, grinning like an idiot, and caught up, ducking through the door. No doubt about it. He could make an awesome exit. "I can't wait to do THAT again. Hooooly ficken. That was verdammt geil." His words switched between English and German as he spoke, but his shit-eating grin said most of it. He grabbed his wings and they shrunk down immediately. After brushing off the shiny metal, he slipped it in his pocket.

(Sounds good to me, and no problem

XD That's hilarious)

"They'd probably do it if you told them they were going at night," Norrie snorted. Somehow there existed people who believed that it'd be safe at night because the big fuckin heat lamp in the sky just turned off when it got to be too late. And these were people with the freedom to vote and drive. God help us.

"So you don't want me to shove a sock down your throat but you gave me permission to?" she asked. Makes sense. Don't want someone to do something? Grant them permission so that when they try it, you've got no argument so as to stop or punish them.

"I would think that'd at least be better than a whiskey enema, no?" she offered. People did weird ass shit, man, but that was just a waste of perfectly good whiskey.

"I'm not sure it's that, it's probably just that if you use womanhood negatively, you're gonna have a TON of feminists coming after your ass," Norrie snorted. Good thing these weren't Spartan women, those were the OG bad bitches.

"At least he's got one priority straight," She muttered, amused. Hey, he, not it. Round of applause.

Norrie didn't take the time to look back and see what chaos and destruction he'd caused, though she did cast Axl a sideways glance as he spoke. "No! Let's NOT hope to do that again. We're not supposed to blow up Germany," she huffed. That would not be good. Refocusing on the task at hand - car, need a car - she was watching for the sign proclaiming car rentals, and soon found it. She almost choked poor Jackson when she grabbed the back of his shirt collar to redirect him, but that was alright.

It was dark outside, which was good, and Norrie found a nondescript-looking thing that was probably silver, though it was hard to say. With the butt of her tommy gun, she broke the driver's window, reached though, unlocked the doors, and got in, pausing briefly to swipe at glass shards. Now, if you ever find yourself in this situation, please first think about what you're doing, and why you're doing it. Satisfied with the belief that your actions are necessary? Good. Now, with that outta the way, we can move on to the useful part, How Our Beloved Heroes Made Their Escape. Locate the ignition switch plug and identify the battery (red), ignition (brown), and starter (yellow) wires. Strip and connect the battery and ignition wires, then hold them together while briefly touching the starter wire. Be ready for sparks and guarantee the ignition is on. Now you have a new car, much like our beloved heroes. Bravo!

Like a well-behaved performing sea lion, Jackson got in the back seat, leaving the front to Axl. "Isn't this... illegal?" the dope asked.

"No shit Sherlock, but everything we've done today has been," Norrie snapped. "Now, since this IS a stolen vehicle, I'mma drive it like so, so seatbelts, bitches." True to her word, Norrie kept the headlights off, trying to preserve the last shreds of stealth, and smacked at least 2 other cars on the getaway. There was a chain link fence around the lot, but instead of trying to find another way around or doing something a normal person would, Norrie, of course, floored it. The car hit that fence at probably 60mph and still accelerating, the wire of the gate scraping paint from the front end with a horrible, grating screech.

It wasn't that easy to just.. leave, however. Of course it wasn't. There were flashing light and large, intimidating trucks in pursuit, with one dickwhistle on the PA system shouting shit like Moses with the 10 Commandments, like negotiations were an option now. Hell to the no, mister. Norrie only accelerated further, pushing the Little Car who Could up to 90.

(good ^^

That's what I aspire to be xD Oh, and luckily, I remembered my post well enough to re-write it pretty much the same xD)

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"Good god- you're right." Axl shuddered. "People are so stupid it's scary." He could totally see a couple hundred millionaires doing it just because they could say they were the first to land on the sun. You tell them they'll burn up, they say they'd go at night. It can't burn 'em if it's not on.

"I gave you permission to make a point." He sniffed haughtily. "The point being that you need my permission to shove a sock anywhere." Actually, he would say that she needed his permission to do anything to his poor body, but that would bring up some gutter deep arguments. He had a mind that would scare away Pennywise. No more clown haunting the sewers. Just Axl. He wouldn't bite your arm off- he would, however, scar you mentally for the rest of your life.

"No." He wrinkled his nose. Just painful. That's all he remembered, thankyouverymuch.

"Okay now, don't go TOO far." His voice was sarcastic as he rolled his eyes. "Femenists can go shove something unpleasant up their keisters for all I care." He stated flatly. If someone had a problem with him, they should go to an asylum, because they were crazy to think everyone else didn't.

"THANK you." He huffed, mildly pleased that she called him and he AND complimented him... uh... kind of. A little. Almost. Like... a reverse insult.

He threw her a woeful look as she said they shouldn't do that again. "Why NOT. We'd only blow up the cities. They're ugly anyway." He loved the countryside of Germany, as that was where he was born. Before he was ripped away from everything, of course. "It'd be fuuun." He whined, running easily after her. As they found a car, he hopped in the passenger side, watching her hot wire the thing. "I could've just opened the lock to the door, ya know." He mused, grabbing the seat belt as he was not a fan of being violently impaled as he was viciously thrown out of the vehicle. He clicked it in, rolling his eyes at Jackson. "Noooo. We just blew up an airport, but of course we'd rent a car first." He scoffed sarcastically, deciding to grab onto the handle near the door. His grip tightened as they ripped out of the lot and smashed through the gate. "If I die here, please tell people the last thing I did was blow up a bunch of Germans." He muttered, eyes narrowing as he heard sirens blare out. This was just great.

Indecision speckled his mind as he mused about whether to help, but when they started getting shot at, he decided that'd be a good idea. "This car is junk, anyway." He stated cheerfully before letting his wings attach and flaring them upward, almost blowing off the roof. Instead, he carefully cut a hole in the metal, then poked his head out. He aaaalmost got his head blown into the next county, but managed to duck. A second later, he slipped his hand out and shot a bullet. Not any old bullet, but a special one. That didn't matter, though. One truck swerved into another and crashed, and quickly, flames and burning and screaming echoed behind them. Only one vehicle made it through, and it didn't make it far with another bullet shot. A second later, he popped back down. "Can this thing go any faster? I swear, I can alllllmost fly this fast." He chuckled as if he was having the most fun of his life, folding his hands and setting them in his lap. This was fun. And he had a shirt! Hallelujah.

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