"Y'all don't have to be so dramatic 'bout everythin', yeesh." The rasping words of the materializing commander were sharper than his shark-like teeth bared into a irritated snarl. He officially hated the bastard known as Roy, not wanting to deal with his arrogance today after a long week of headaches and newcomers. And Bastille was there, too, sitting back with his stupid ugly face looking smug as ever. "Woah, ya won't even talk for yourself now. Just gonna let this hothead do whatever he wants, huh?" Beck was quick to giggle, shrill laughter laced with spite to match his sneering features, "You're so pushy, I thought 'allies' were s'posed to be friends -- don't think Starryskies would appreciate ya right now," the poltergeist continued prodding and jabbing, trying to find any weak spot or trigger button he could, lifeless eyes glittering with childlike amusement all the while. Rearing onto his hindlegs, he even batted at Roy's nose, peering around to snicker at the bobcat's amputated stump, "Looks like ya can't keep those handy flames of yours under control, too." He could have gone on and on, even with his hoarse giggling beginning to make his chest ache worse.
But clearly, if they wanted to stomp all the way out to their humble swamp, then they must have wanted something. "What d'ya even want? We haven't done nothin' to ya but try 'n' help for nothin' back, and now y'all are actin' like jackasses," the scraggly feline pouted, sticking out a pallid lower lip for dramatic effect as he continued, "Where'd the better ambassadors go? I want the two gals, not your ungrateful mugs." Beck was just as bewildered as Iota, despite his teasing behavior. At least that much was clear in his anxious fidgeting and furrowed brow. He considered for a moment the possibility of sabotage -- there was one odd joining creature that came to mind when he spoke of a mission, and was never seen again, and therefore not a real Tanglewood rogue in Beck's eyes.
[align=center]»――➤But clearly, if they wanted to stomp all the way out to their humble swamp, then they must have wanted something. "What d'ya even want? We haven't done nothin' to ya but try 'n' help for nothin' back, and now y'all are actin' like jackasses," the scraggly feline pouted, sticking out a pallid lower lip for dramatic effect as he continued, "Where'd the better ambassadors go? I want the two gals, not your ungrateful mugs." Beck was just as bewildered as Iota, despite his teasing behavior. At least that much was clear in his anxious fidgeting and furrowed brow. He considered for a moment the possibility of sabotage -- there was one odd joining creature that came to mind when he spoke of a mission, and was never seen again, and therefore not a real Tanglewood rogue in Beck's eyes.