Owner	Pose
Cheetah	Cheetah is currently in her form of a cheetah, almost invisible to the eye. The park is closed late at night and she's somehow not noticable to anyone. She's over in one of the lion pens. Just settling in over with one of the old lions, casually rubbing him along a fading mane. Cooing softly and just stroking the tired king.
Groot	From deep beyond the wall, a tree shifts through the rest in the park. The wall around the Terran amusement area is taller than the walking tree, but...not for long. The humanoid form raises as if on an elevator before a grossly elongated leg steps over, followed by the other. They shrink back down to 'normal'. The proportions are still a little off from human, but the flora colossus is still what one might describe as 'humanoid'.     Just like some of the other trees outside the wall, the tree seems to have attracted some kind of wild creature to sit in it. If you don't think Rocket's wild, go ahead and call him 'tame' or 'domesticated' and see where that gets you.     "I am Groot."
Rocket	"Nothing is ever closed to us, Groot," says Rocket, who is certainly anything but tame. "We go where we want. That's why we're free, and.." One of the first things he sees upon realizing they've entered a zoo is brought up as he gestures toward a display that features various birds behind bars and netting. "Buddy, I think you just brought us to a prison of some kind." He hops down to move about on his own two feet once they're inside, a hand acting a little twitchy close to a sidearm clipped to his jumpsuit. "Don't worry. If anyone tries to take us, I'll blast the scut out of 'em." Halfworld may have brought about a somewhat less abrasive Rocket, with his truth revealed and his memories restored, but it doesn't mean he's all cute and cuddly now.
Cheetah	going over in the lion pens Cheetah just goes to take a moment to take in the walking wall of -Green- entering in that's coming in with the noisy companion. Some sort of cybernetic thing? He -smells-. Of things alien, of space.. Well, he's definitely got her attention. Cheetah is going to slowly slide up and over towards the duo, remaining over in the shadows if at all possible. She's supernaturally stealthy, and her intent is to hopefully circle around the duo from behind, if at all possible setting herself up to their rear by about a dozen meters, with luck not being noticed.
Groot	Groot takes a moment to look around as Rocket says what he does. There's the furrowing of brows as he looks at the behavior of the various animals. "I am Groot," he bestows as a nugget of wisdom. He gestures toward the light fixtures. "I am Groot," he points out. He then loudly proclaims, "I am Groot!" He smiles reassuringly toward Rocket. "I am Groot," he says, reassuringly.
Rocket	Rocket looks up at the much taller Groot from his vantage point closer to the ground. "You forget some of the places we been in and outta? They ain't gotta have a bunch of guards all the time. Or towers, or sensors." Tapping the side of his furry head, he adds, "Trust me. I know every trick in the book when it comes to prisons. You're talking to the prison expert." He jerks a thumb at his chest, though his whiskers twitch as he sniffsniffs around for a moment, leading to him abruptly scrambling back up Groot toward the same spot he was at when they came in. "I got a feeling we're being watched." Which would be more likely if the place was open, considering the obvious flora colossus and the equally obvious walking, talking 'raccoon' in clothing. Right now, except for the possibility of an occasional night guard on patrol, the only other things around are the animals themselves. Speaking of raccoons, a couple skitter along some thirty feet ahead of them. He doesn't notice. Yet.
Cheetah	she can hear the two over from her position, and then Cheetah goes over to reveal herself, a casual sort of sneer in her position as she would seemingly appear out of the darkness, "So, what brings you two into town?" She would casually note to the duo, totally at ease despite the sheer array of armaments over on Rocket. "You don't seem like you're from anywhere near here." She would sniff once more. "And you're -definitely- from a lot further away than this planet." She could tell things that didn't -smell- like they were from Earth. There was that frame of reference of the stench of space and travel.
Groot	The tree turns and looks at the cat woman. Looks at her with a face like a clean-shaven Ent. It then smiles at her and raises one of its large, wooden hands. Nearly twice her height, it looks friendly enough. "I am Groot," he says in a very deisely voice.
Rocket	"Awww, yeah. Look at that," Rocket says as he soon does catch sight of the raccoons, who stop and stare for as long as it takes them to spot Cheetah. Then they scamper. His eyes narrow, for they do look too familiar to him as he adds, "Ain't no prison or jail can keep us locked up. Fight the power!" He raises a fist. That's about the time her voice chimes in. "Eh?" Spinning, or at least, staying facing the same way as Groot is the one who repositions himself, he grips a vine a little tighter at the sight of her. "Who the flark are you? Catwoman?" he blurts, the first thing that comes to mind. "And we were looking for a..uh..spot to relax. Yeah." No, not a bite to eat. The humanoid feline looks like she'd be into that sort of thing, and it triggers some sort of response in him he's forced to focus on to hold back. He's got his guns. And Groot. He's safe. "My flowery friend says hello. /I/ say where we're from ain't your business, lady." But they do smell of something off-world. And pizza. And various sugary snacks. And burgers. And something alcoholic. Well, he does.
Cheetah	Cheetah would go to just smile over at Rocket and flash an array of razor sharp teeth, "I ask what I want to ask. So take that into account before you make such a -blanket- statement." She doesn't call him 'furball' or 'snack' but the intonation over is implied. She's not flashing her claws at least. "And you mean the fat little scavengers that just eat things that the tourists leave in garbage and occasionally from vendor carts? You're not leaving me with the best impression." Shew ould look over at Groot, "Hello there Charming." She would go to lick her lips up and down and..
Groot	Groot, meanwhile, definitely smells alien. He is, without a doubt, flora, but his smell is almost beyond anything on Earth to smell. How would one describe that? Infrascent? Molecules exist in him that are in nothing on Earth, so are impossible to detect by smell. Others exist that betray him as extraterrestrial. There's also that heady smell of extra oxygen around him, and a lot more of that than around passive, local trees.     Meanwhile, the implications against Rocket are not lost on Groot, and his smile does fade. He keeps his eyes on the cheetah Cheetah and mostly just listens to the exchange. "I am Groot," he says, his eyes fixed on Cheetah. She would recognize the look as a predator. That was the look of something that recognized a predator when it saw one.
Rocket	Rocket also smells of..parts, metals, grease and oil. One might deduce he's good with tools. He perches atop that woody shoulder and crosses his arms at Cheetah. "I don't listen to anybody, so why would I start listening to her?" he asks, directing part of his attention toward Groot. The rest is locked on the big cat. "And I eat what I want, when I want, where I want. As for you, Groot here ain't a scratching post, so don't get any ideas. What are you supposed to be, anyway? You look more like an alien than any of the Humies I've seen." He does have questions to go with his suspicions.
Cheetah	Cheetah would go to smile over at Groot, moving to flick her claws up, "Well, my decision on whether to use you as one or not is dependent upon your friend remembering htat he hsould play nice. Otherwies I do need something to use tos harpen myself on. And I could do with a bite size snack as well. I bet that whatever you are would be tasty if I were to throw you on a fire and take you after you're nice and toasty." The magical, corrupted Cheetah would go to stalk towards the duo. But not on the attack yet nor openly displaying her claws. Now.. Now was just about attaining dominance over the duo and making sure to -scare- them properly.
Groot	Groot shifts slightly. They're circling each other. This isn't a predator stalking prey. This is two combatants about to have at each other. Groot takes in a breath, puffing out his chest. "I am Groot," he says.
Rocket	Rocket's eyes narrow. If the intent is to scare, past the initial surprise, mission failed. He reaches down for his sidearm, flicking a switch. "Bad move, kitty. Usually I set this to 'stun' if I'm trying to be nice. For you, I think we could go with 'spay.' I'm as good a shot as I am a pilot, and when it comes to flying there ain't anyone as good as me. So unless you want to test that, stop right there." The blaster, clearly alien in design given its ability to articulate into something larger while glowing and humming and whatnot, is pointed right at her. Nearby, a few of the animals start to act up. They can sense the mood, as well.
Cheetah	There's a sneer over from Cheetah and then a full unsheathing of her claws over. "Well, then we're going to play a game over with you, scratching post, and nuggets. The game is going to be 'canaries'. And let's see how much I can pop out of you." She would hiss and her tail would thrash, going to let out a loud roar that would shake the enclosures! It would start to be joined by every single cat in the area! Lions! Tigers! Cheetahs. Alley Cats.. A twisted, warping howl filling it of feline anger!
Groot	Now THAT...that was unexpected. Groot is briefly distracted by the din. The cats of this planet share a hive mind? Is she the queen? That's certainly not good. He turns back toward Cheetah and roars back, "I AM GROOT!" as vines, thorns, and spikes grow from him...everywhere but his left shoulder, of course. He's not about to impale his buddy.
Rocket	Rocket's beady eyes narrow further at the resulting threat and the sudden noise that starts up. Roaring, callouts, all that. "I swear to scut, lady. You /really/ don't know who you're messin' with. I could use a spotted pelt for my room, though." The variety of sounds from the different felines in the zoo are enough that a distant shout to 'Shut the hell up!' /might/ be heard, but it's not much of a deterrent. "Give her a few new holes if she doesn't wise up real fast," he tells Groot. "And keep steady." He's not eager to be proven wrong about his marksmanship, but he makes one last appeal to reason. "You don't really want to try eating me, anyway. I'm part machine, and I'd give you so much indigestion you don't even wanna know. You'd be a lot better off with a nice, fat pigeon or something. And I bite."
Cheetah	there's a hiss from Cheetah, "Well, chicken nuggets, looks like it's snack time!" Then Cheetah is on the attack! She's coming in very, very fast. Well into the supersonic range over with her claws out, trying to flank over towards Rocket and Groot and to slash out and over with her foreclaws as she would go to engage hopefully faster than Rocket could adjust his aim over to target her! She would hiss along as she would dart in, "Well, then I"ll just have to make sure to tear those bits out!" She's gonig to try and trim the hedge if she could, attempting to use her claws to slash the way through Groot's advancing thorn bush!
Groot	Groot reacts with a flinch to the side, tossing up an arm to deflect the charging cat away from his face. He's already thorny, but she's DAMN fast. She's also very sharp. Thorny vines extend almost like a reflex, whipping away with his arm. By the time they might impact her, Groot feels them severed from his trunky bod. Thankfully, he doesn't bleed, or he'd be bleeding. He spins and swings more thorny vines from his arm, sweeping toward her with strength that can, and has, taken out whole squads of space marines.
Rocket	With a shake of the head, Rocket mock-laments, "Sometimes you gotta teach 'em new tricks. Be careful, buddy. I'm going high." With the press of a button, he leaps up from Groot's shoulder and a set of tech-based nano-wings fan out from a spot at his back, small jets activating to carry him upward. Let's see how high she can jump. This frees Groot up to attack as he will, holding back or not, and no matter if the claws register as pain for Groot or not, Rocket's snarl is clear. "I gave you enough warnings." He takes a burst of shots at her, but whatever he threatened with before, anything that may strike her is going to simply be charged with an electrical pulse that will be felt upon impact. Not comfortable, no. "Flarkin' grudscum. As if I needed another reminder why this krutackin' mudball sucks."
Cheetah	There would be a SLAM from Groot as he would hit Cheetah! She would go flying back over a dozen meters, going to go into a series of quick sommersaults to land cleanly over on the ground, claws digging her to a quick stop. Then Rocket is going to shoot at her, and the frekay cat girl is just -blurring-. The shots are hitting around her, but she's moving fast enough that getting a clean hit on her isn't happening!
Groot	Groot's eyes try to follow, but he can't. She's too fast. By the time he pins her down with his gaze, she's already moved to the next spot. A look of frustration twists his wooden expression. Instead of one more thorny vine, there are now dozens all around his arms. "I am Groot!" he shouts, angrily. They slash through the air like huge nets as the flora colossus seeks to trap a cat.
Rocket	Rocket makes himself a difficult target by zipping around this way and that, to and fro, here and there. With Cheetah engaged more closely with Groot, it offers a chance for him to lay down fire from a relative place of safety. She's fast, though. He'd have to give her that. Great reactions, speedy, very indicative of the creature she takes after. This calls for a change in tactics. "Already on it, pal," he tells Groot, a wicked little grin forming along his triangular face. More shots are fired, but none of them are directly at Cheetah. A number of them come in behind her, as if he's attempting to herd her in a particular direction - closer to Groot - but he's also putting in shots at seemingly random spots as she zigs and zags. He's triangulating, predicting. "Let's see how smart you are now."
Cheetah	She's -very- fast. As if she's picking up the shots coming in; might just be instinctive, might just be enhanced senses. Might just be how quickly she was moving. The way she -did- move was weird. seemingly in defiance of inertia, no sonic booms despite moving at clearly supersonic+ speeds.. She would be going to twist around to charge at Groot -right- as Rocket would blast at her! Which has her instinctively go to evade the shots, the herding working right as Groot would blanket her over with those huge net-vines!
Groot	Groot's thorny vines would grow sharper as he wrapped Cheetah in them. Groot is strong, and there's a lot of plant matter on Earth for him to draw from. He's like a human who's caught a superpowered fly and is now closing his fingers around it. He's trying to squish it, but he's got no idea if even his amazing strength will do the job. All he knows is that squish is his goal. It's worked on space marines and reavers, so maybe...?
Rocket	"Heh heh heh. Not so fast now, are ya?" Rocket taunts, but only once Cheetah's been snagged in Groot's trap. Easing back down and around to land atop Groot's shoulder again - he isn't dumb enough to just walk right up to her without knowing if she could get loose and come out with the claws - he watches her for a moment. "Told ya not to mess with us, but no. Cats always have to be stubborn, don't they?" With his blaster set to full zap, he makes like he's aiming even more carefully now that she isn't running around, when of course he could put a flourish on the shot and still hit. She'd feel quite a jolt, enough to make the fur stand up. "There's more where that came from, or you can run along and go play with your friends and forget all about this."
Cheetah	The full power blast would hit her and Cheetah would shriek in pain and agony! Almost immedaitely she would be on fire, howling in fury! Going to slash her way rapidly up and out of the thorned restraints, fury burning over and sizzling on her, body covered in flames and fire. "I'll get you two next time. And I won't play nice." The corrupted magical woman would snark in a feral promise.. Then be runnig at VERY high speeds that would have her vanishing well beyond sight faster than almos tany could track with a promise for revenge later!
Groot	Groot drops the vines as the cheetah woman slashes out of them and takes a step back. Soon, she's gone, leaving a stunned Groot to marvel at the speed. He looks up at his friend on his shoulder. "I am Groot?" he asks.
Rocket	Rocket flashes teeth at Cheetah. "That makes three of us." He could have hit her with something even more powerful. Surely there was some reason otherwise? No matter. He watches her off as best he can, then he sniff-scoffs at Groot. "Of course I'm fine. You don't look too bad, either. Let's get outta here before we draw any more attention. This place sucks, and I wanna order some food. One thing that doesn't suck, they'll bring it right to your door and you don't even have to see them." The magic of delivery service and electronic payments. Once units have been converted to dollars, that is. Finagling his way into an apartment separate from whatever the Guardians are doing with SHIELD/SWORD/WHOEVER isn't so bad.