[Weird was an everyday thing for Rocket. He was use to it and expected it most of the time. Sure it would be nice to actually get a chance to just have a normal day here and there but, well, being a Guardian of the Galaxy didn't really allow for that. So when the strange little bat had appeared with a letter and a vial, Rocket had initially been wary of it, reading the note several times over before he'd finally given into the odd temptation he was feeling.
And that's how he'd ended up talking to a weird skeleton alien. From there it had only gotten weirder as he was led out into a town, the raccoon's ears perked and twitching as he looked around, half expecting something to jump out at him. He had questions, lots of them, but before he could get a word out the skeleton was gone.
Rocket stared after him before his ears fell back and his tail gave a sharp twitch.]
Now that's just great.
[Gritting his teeth, Rocket turned and started down the pathway, ignoring a few of the stranger beings that were lingering about in favor of just trying to get an idea of what planet he'd ended up on. He passed by several buildings before he finally caught sight of himself in a large panel of broken glass, steps halting as he rounded on his reflection.
His fur, which had once been nice and well taken care of, was now raggedy and almost..patchwork like in colors, going from his normal grey-brown to an almost grey-blue in places and even black in others. Stitching ran all over his body from the looks of it, criss-crossing around his head, sectioning off his ears, eyes and snout in different patches of colored fur. The raccoon's tail looked faker than anything he'd ever seen and he reached back to tug it around so he could get a better look at it.
All in all, he wasn't himself and he was not pleased.
A chittering snarl escaped the Guardian before he whirled around to glare around the town square, trying to catch sight of the skeleton he figured he didn't need to bother with anymore. One way or another he was going to find that bony bastard though and get answers.]
Five - Bunny
[Rocket had thought being a ragdoll was the worst thing that could happen to him. Limbs that could move on their own, stuffing falling out whenever he was injured--all things that he could deal with.
But then he'd gone through that stupid door and ended up on Easter Island.
Foot tapping in irritation as he watched beings milling about and decorating eggs, the ragdool raccoon turned bunny was not pleased. His ears had grown longer and flopped down against his back like a lop-eared rabbit and his feet had altered themselves and become flatter and larger--and stronger, which wasn't all that bad. His nose wouldn't stop twitching and his tail had been reduced to a small fluff of a thing.
All in all, it was embarrassing and he was having none of this.]
Rocket Raccoon | Marvel Comics
[Weird was an everyday thing for Rocket. He was use to it and expected it most of the time. Sure it would be nice to actually get a chance to just have a normal day here and there but, well, being a Guardian of the Galaxy didn't really allow for that. So when the strange little bat had appeared with a letter and a vial, Rocket had initially been wary of it, reading the note several times over before he'd finally given into the odd temptation he was feeling.
And that's how he'd ended up talking to a weird skeleton alien. From there it had only gotten weirder as he was led out into a town, the raccoon's ears perked and twitching as he looked around, half expecting something to jump out at him. He had questions, lots of them, but before he could get a word out the skeleton was gone.
Rocket stared after him before his ears fell back and his tail gave a sharp twitch.]
Now that's just great.
[Gritting his teeth, Rocket turned and started down the pathway, ignoring a few of the stranger beings that were lingering about in favor of just trying to get an idea of what planet he'd ended up on. He passed by several buildings before he finally caught sight of himself in a large panel of broken glass, steps halting as he rounded on his reflection.
His fur, which had once been nice and well taken care of, was now raggedy and almost..patchwork like in colors, going from his normal grey-brown to an almost grey-blue in places and even black in others. Stitching ran all over his body from the looks of it, criss-crossing around his head, sectioning off his ears, eyes and snout in different patches of colored fur. The raccoon's tail looked faker than anything he'd ever seen and he reached back to tug it around so he could get a better look at it.
All in all, he wasn't himself and he was not pleased.
A chittering snarl escaped the Guardian before he whirled around to glare around the town square, trying to catch sight of the skeleton he figured he didn't need to bother with anymore. One way or another he was going to find that bony bastard though and get answers.]
Five - Bunny
[Rocket had thought being a ragdoll was the worst thing that could happen to him. Limbs that could move on their own, stuffing falling out whenever he was injured--all things that he could deal with.
But then he'd gone through that stupid door and ended up on Easter Island.
Foot tapping in irritation as he watched beings milling about and decorating eggs, the ragdool raccoon turned bunny was not pleased. His ears had grown longer and flopped down against his back like a lop-eared rabbit and his feet had altered themselves and become flatter and larger--and stronger, which wasn't all that bad. His nose wouldn't stop twitching and his tail had been reduced to a small fluff of a thing.
All in all, it was embarrassing and he was having none of this.]