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Edward meets a bubble.

Who: Radical Edward and Everyone!
When: Day!
Where: The Plaza!
What: Another new arrival!
Type:Starting Prose, Will follow whatever you want!
Status: Open!

With the coral's usual fanfare, another visitor is left lying in a heap in the middle of the plaza. This one appears to be a very androgynous looking girl(?) in her early teens. Sitting alongside her is a very wet looking computer, and a startled Pembroke Welsh Corgi that barks a few times at the girl(?), and then tears off into the city proper after the girl doesn't move.

The unconscious girl(?) continues to lie in the plaza. It is unsure at first glance if she is merely sleeping, or worse.

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"Such! Such! Spooky Such! Spooky Wooky Such!" Edward giggles and she begins to bounce around the Grand Highblood. "Edward is talking with a real live space alien! Take me to your leaadeerrrrrr!"

She was starting to really enjoy talking with the Grand Highblood. He was really FUN. This was mostly because Ed was quite incapable of seeing what danger she was in. Then again, Edward was always bad at seeing things as dangerous.

There isn't much of a reaction, aside from an unamused glare, as Edward bounces around. He follows her with just his eyes, then frowns. Unlike Ed, he was not really...enjoying this...though he's slightly curious. It's exactly Ed's incapability to either feel or show terror that confuses him, since even the most levelheaded of people he's run into here at least show some sort of acknowledgement that he IS dangerous just by looking at him.

"This brother ain't got no motherfucking leader," he says, starting to get into a more conversational mood. He sits down cross-legged on the ground so that he's at least not towering over Ed too much. "I AM MY OWN MOTHERFUCKING LEADER, and the leader of the Subjugglators. Not here, though. Ain't nothing here."

Mr. Such was still talking with her. This surprised her a little, enough that she even stopped bouncing. Most adults gave her strange looks and wandered off. Her friends from the Bebop would actually pay attention to her, especially the Jet-Person. It really made Edward happy. So when the towering monster of a troll sits down to continue speaking with her, she excitedly follows suit, completely dwarfed by the Grand Highblood.

"Mr. Such is a leader! OOOOOoooh. Mr. Such does not lead the Juggle-Gators here? Where-y does he, then?"

Well, that was totally pointless. Since she's now sitting down like he is, he's still towering over her. Eh...as long as he can still see her, it's fine. The talk of Subjugglators makes him grin wide, showing off rows of teeth.

"You'll never even motherfucking hear of it, so there's no motherfucking point. Let's just say, on some desolate rock all up and getting its wicked float on in the vastness of motherfucking space."

Ed was never good at sitting still, and true to form now that she was sitting, she begins to slowly rock side-to-side. She nods sagely at the Grand Highblood, even though it is quite apparently she isn't fully following.

"Desolate space rock, home of the juggling gators! Heeheeeheee! Edward is from the Earth-y place. It has rocks that fall from the sky! Ba-BOOOooOOooooom!

He has no idea what gators are, nor what this 'Earth-y' place is, but he assumes that's just what this strange alien calls its home planet. An Earthy place that's been bombarded by meteors. Already, the highblood's decided that correcting Ed is a huge waste of time, so he just lets her say whatever the hell she wants. Juggling gators? Why the hell not...

"Despite all its motherfucking desolate glory, we, the Subjugglators, conquered the planet and fashioned its sorry ass into the headquarters of our ranks. We follow Her Imperious Condescension, do her bidding, and she grants Me the motherfucking freedom that every troll all up and gets their hottest desire on for."

Edward was learning new things, which was always awesome! Especially when she was learning things about spooky space monsters. Enthralled as she was, she was even managing to sit mostly still. Mostly.

"Ed has question. The juggle gators follow the orders of Condescension. Edward does not know who that is. Is she the queen alien? Is she the most spooky?"

All aliens had queens. Edward learned this from all the old sci-fi videos.

Ah, a good old-fashioned school-feeding. He's actually quite enjoying himself here, talking about the subjugglators and her Imperiousness. At least Ed is asking sensible questions, which almost surprises him.

"Oh yeah, heh, motherfucking leader of us, the highest highblood of them all," e snickers, shaking his head. "If it all weren't for her motherfucking lusus, she wouldn't even be all as motherfucking spooky."

Ed was quite capable of being sensible, and staying on topic. Edward was quite intelligent, especially for her age. She was, however, horribly distractible. Fortunately for the current conversation she was also quite interested with what the large mountain of a troll was speaking about.

"SpooOOooky alien queen! Bristling with deadly lusus!" Edward had no clue what a lusus was, but somehow came to the conclusion they must be the spiky tendrils she saw on one of the aliens from a particular film. "Tall as an oak tree and twice as angry! Edward is scared just thinking about her."

It's too bad the highblood doesn't know about her intelligence just yet. He'll just have to be pleasantly(?) surprised once he does figure it out.

He taps his chin thoughtfully. "Tree? Nah, Her Imperiousness ain't but a smaller motherfucking thing, way smaller than I for fucking instance. She got the power that all up and rivals second to motherfucking none though, so that's where Her Majesty's strength mostly lies."

He chuckles, shrugging, then adds: "At least when it all up and comes to controlling those too motherfucking much for her. Her Imperiousness is also in motherfucking control of the Imperial Drones which all up and do the nasty wicked business in Her motherfucking stead."

"Alien queen is tiny?" That wouldn't do. Hadn't he seen the movies too? The queen was always the largest and scariest of the aliens. Ed was skeptical, but the troll appeared to be telling the truth.

Ah, power. That could sort of be like being big and imposing. She wouldn't need to be physically large if she had evil spooky space queen magicy powers.

"Tiny queen controls evil impy drones? Are they big and scary?" She thinks for a second, mimicking his tapping of the chin. "What is impy drone? A sort of buggy thing? Ed doesn't mind the buggy things."

"Sure, those motherfuckers all up and gotta be BIG AND MOTHERFUCKING SCARY to keep the general populace all in line. Keep those motherfuckers in their shitty place, you know?"

Ed's really getting the descriptions on the dot. GHB just grins, tilting his head. "Yeah, buggy as a bug-like motherfucker can get. Got the wicked strong plating covering the entirety of its motherfucking body, an exoskeleton of the toughest motherfuckers, even I all up and have some trouble smashing the fuck through. Tried it once, didn't end so motherfucking well for a brother!"

"Ed does not like the sound of these buggies. Mr. Such should a reeeaaaaallly large fly-swatter next time he wants to smash one!" She is now picturing an army of evil giant cockroaches led by a tiny alien queen.

"Oh! Mr. Such-Hair-Person could also use Extra Strength Bug Bomb! Ed saw one once, it made stinky smokey fog. All the waspy things were like....uuauaaghhghghghhh." Ed flops to the ground clutching at her throat. She then flails on the ground for a bit, before finally crunching herself up on her back, her body twitching. There is a unmistakeably large grin on her face.

GHB just watches her write and flail about on the ground with an oddly straight face, blinking slowly. Then a slow grin begins to stretch across his face, tilting his head and giving her an almost fond look.

"Now ain't that a motherfucking tactic? But think about it all like this, little motherfucker... if all it up and took was some swatting and bombs to exterminate the wicked personal army of Her Imperiousness, then pretty sure a motherfucker or two would've tried that shit. They ain't a formidable motherfucking force for no reason."

"Oh! That makes sense to Ed. Buggies are always tougher then they seem." Especially evil alien buggies. Like those ones Sigourney Weaver had a hell of a time dealing with. She violently nods, and sits up from her place on the ground.

"Edward would try sticky bug tape, then. Evil bug drones cannot fight if they are stuck to sticky paper! Then when they are stuck, Vent them into space! Caaatastrophic Decompressionnn! Oh yeah!"

Whatever the fuck a Sigourney weaver is. What is that, some kind of loom operating servant? Anyway, he just narrows his eyes at her.

"The motherfucking Imperial Drones can't be all up and STOPPED BY NO MOTHERFUCKING PAPER. That's all up the worst idea you could even get to spewing at a brother."

He cannot match your enthusiasm for these ideas, Ed. Sorry.

"No-no sticky sticky-paper. not woooorrrk, only works on the small buggies." She scratches awkwardly at the back of her neck. Mr. Such really did not seem to like that last one. Ed does not want to see these buggies, especially if they can threaten someone like Mr. Such.

"Ed will fix Tomato, and find a better way to kill the evil buggies, Mr. Such."

He shakes his head, almost snickering at her efforts to find a solution. Because, well, there really is no need for one.

"Leave the motherfucking Tomato," he says, only assuming the broken thing on the ground is what Ed was referring to. It certainly doesn't resemble any tomatoes he's seen (yes, he knows what a tomato is now, thanks to the plaza market). "Ain't gonna be no drones all up and motherfucking traversing the deep seas for this sorry excuse of a shitty establishment."

"YEEEAaaaaaAAAH! No buggies! Ed and Mr. Such are safe from the evil queens buggy menace! The crowd goes wild!" She then mimics the sound of a roaring crowd.

"Edward will still have to fix Tomato, but it can wait."

His mouth pulls back into a wide grin, thoroughly amused by Ed's enthusiasm. While he's not against culling something so naive and carefree, it's not like he can just up and kill anyone anymore. Shaky as his hands are from both amusement and desire to kill, he just shakes his head. A clawed hand comes around to scoop up the remains of Ed's computer, which he assumes is what Ed is referring to as 'Tomato' and examines it.

"The motherfuck does this shit even all do, hm?"

He knows what a computer is, but he's not sure what Ed wants to do with it specficially.

"Tomato? Tomato is what Ed uses to explore the network, Mr. Such. It is what she is good at. Ed can get into anything, and Tomato gets her there."

True enough, she was a hacker prodigy. Renowned throughout the solar system, she had even garnered an almost folk-hero like renown amongst those that still lived on Earth. She has even had several bounties placed on her, mostly due to her fame more then any actual wrongdoing.

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