[Some people would probably be bothered by the "every idiot in the world" comment, but Ren certainly isn't, possibly because he clearly got extremely distracted by the last three words of that sentence instead of the first few.]
Of course they do, because dragons are huge and amazing and breathe fire and look really pretty... [He sounds like he could keep going for a good while there, but apparently has some self-awareness left in him to stop before he just goes on a five minute tirade about Why Dragons Are Great, Definitely Not Coloured By My Best Friend's Thing For Possessing Dragons.]
Though if the one with the dragons is also the less stuffy one, I think it's only natural that most people would want to go there. Nobody likes stuffy people ruining everything.
They really don't, but we also got a lot of stuffy people in this huge group that dig that sort of thing... And Tracer, for some reason. No idea what she sees in that place.
[And he hasn't asked either. He doesn't particularly care about the answer, just constantly disappointed in the amount of sensible people who live there.
Never mind that he does a lot of business there. That's different.] When we first came down, that was the only option. No Wyver, no Khalo Village, no... This frigid wasteland. Everybody else had their borders closed.
Is that a friend of yours? [Ren hasn't met anyone by that name yet, so he has to assume it's someone who wouldn't normally fit the "stuffy" criteria. It's a shame to hear there's so many stuffy people around, though...
Rocket's elaboration explains it a bit, though, and Ren taps his chin thoughtfully.] Does that mean you're one of the ones who woke up a while ago? I guess I can understand some people staying there if that's the first place they could go in this world...
[Ren highly doubts he'll stay in Nadril after hearing about what the other two areas are like, but it's still a pretty interesting sort of place.]
Yeah, I've known her since we got down to this planet. We're a couple of the only ones left. [He can still count on both hands and both feet and beyond how many are left of that group but the number thins out monthly.]
And it's only been a year. This is the longest I've ever stayed on one planet since... [Erm]... Awhile.
What happened to the others? [Ren sounds genuinely curious about that, because presumably they can't all have just died or something, but he hasn't heard of people returning to stasis just yet. So it seems a bit weird to hear about so few people being left after what's relatively little time in the grand scheme of things.
He definitely seems a bit more interested to hear about Rocket's opinion on being on one planet, though.] Really? What kinds of planets have you been to, then, if you almost never stay on one...?
[He doesn't really wanna talk about that either, so he breezes on past it. Bragging about planets he's been on is way more productive.] I could give you a list, but we'd be here all day. Xandar's stupid, but it grows on you after awhile. The whole Nova Empire's a bunch of goody-goodies who try to keep the peace in the galaxy, which is what we do now, so I've pretty much gotten used to that. Plus they cleared my criminal record.
[Well, that's...something to note for the future, though for the moment it's not relevant to Ren considering there's not yet anyone he cares about enough here out of stasis to worry if they go back under. It's better to learn it now than then, though, so he'll take it and focus his attention instead on Rocket's description of this Xandar place.]
Who's "we"? If you're doing what an entire empire used to do then you all must be pretty impressive...
[Ren is curious for entirely benign and normal reasons and not because he likes watching powerful people do powerful people things, clearly.]
The Guardians of the Galaxy. [He grins proudly.] We're like mercenaries, but better, 'cause what we do is apparently legal. But still basically mercenary work on a larger, savin'-the-galaxy scale.
Oh, that's a cool name~ [Though according to most of Ren's world, he has pretty bad taste in that sort of thing. It's hard to hide a sliver of amusement at the way it's being framed here, though.] So you're like...rogues, I guess...? Doing good things but in a way a lot of people would think is bad. Which is still a good thing, I think, but that's just me.
[Considering Ren is the human avatar of a group whose motto is basically "there are things that can only be done in the dark", he's pretty flexible about that sort of thing.]
Yeah, exactly that! [Lovable rogues, that's them. Doing something good, something bad, and a little bit of both.]
We ain't beholden to the laws of the galaxy, so we can do things that the bureaucrats can't put their hands on, which is why we don't technically support either of the major kingdoms in this place.
Well, it's pretty useful to have people like that around, I think, doing things the "good" way can be really slow sometimes... [Rocket did just mention bureaucracy, though, so he has to figure that he's got plenty of experience with that particular disadvantage already.]
What's your favourite part about being a cool rogue galaxy-saver, then~? [Important questions, but hey, it might give him a clearer idea of Rocket's character.]
[Rocket leans upwards a bit conspiratorially, which is funny because he kinda has to stand on his tiptoes a bit to do it... which is really unnatural for raccoon feet.]
The money. It pays so good, man.
[This is about 50% of a lie, but you won't catch Rocket in the club talking about how nice it feels to save people.]
[Well, it's a valid enough answer, even if it makes Ren have to hide a laugh behind his hand a bit. He has his doubts it's exclusively a money thing, but deeper motivations aren't usually the kind of subject that comes up in a first conversation.]
Oh, you'd hope it would, wouldn't it? Getting around the galaxy must cost a lot, not to mention all the equipment you'd need for galaxy saving...
[It's actually kind of an interesting thought, enough that Ren seems quite preoccupied with it as his gaze lifts slowly to the ceiling and he rests a finger against his lower lip.]
Exactly! Quill gets so uppity about it, but dude fuel ain't cheap and neither are engine parts or parts to my very important gadgets and weapons that make sure we don't die. And also, consider... consider this. I love money.
[He seems very excited someone gets it. Also he's very loud and kind of drunk.
Well, at least you're honest~ [Ren mostly seems amused by the drunken admission than anything, but as a businessperson, he can definitely understand the motivator that is money. Even if he's not quite as into it himself.
They're getting on pretty well, though, and it occurs to Ren it might be useful to look him up again later if he ever needs someone good with gadgets.]
Oh, right, I asked you for your team's name but not your name...so what's your name?
It's Rocket. Don't forget it. I'm an extremely big deal around here. [This is punctuated by a hiccup, which definitely sells his point more than his slurred words do.
It certainly sounds like it~ [Not really, when he's that drunk, but Rocket's certainly been talking himself up a lot.] I'm Suzugamori Ren, but just Ren is fine. It's nice to meet you.
[He sounds genuinely cheery enough about it, at least. Talking to drunk people is kind of funny, honestly.]
[Rocket attempts to give a Ravager salute, ends up just flailing an arm out and almost falling off his chair, rights himself, and grabs his drink.]
Uh-huh. Yeah. Likewise or, uh... Something.
[He takes another sip of his drink, which most certainly doesn't help but he manages to get onto the floor without falling over either way.] Enjoy that drink. I got some... Other pressing business to take care of.
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Of course they do, because dragons are huge and amazing and breathe fire and look really pretty... [He sounds like he could keep going for a good while there, but apparently has some self-awareness left in him to stop before he just goes on a five minute tirade about Why Dragons Are Great, Definitely Not Coloured By My Best Friend's Thing For Possessing Dragons.]
Though if the one with the dragons is also the less stuffy one, I think it's only natural that most people would want to go there. Nobody likes stuffy people ruining everything.
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[And he hasn't asked either. He doesn't particularly care about the answer, just constantly disappointed in the amount of sensible people who live there.
Never mind that he does a lot of business there. That's different.] When we first came down, that was the only option. No Wyver, no Khalo Village, no... This frigid wasteland. Everybody else had their borders closed.
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Rocket's elaboration explains it a bit, though, and Ren taps his chin thoughtfully.] Does that mean you're one of the ones who woke up a while ago? I guess I can understand some people staying there if that's the first place they could go in this world...
[Ren highly doubts he'll stay in Nadril after hearing about what the other two areas are like, but it's still a pretty interesting sort of place.]
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And it's only been a year. This is the longest I've ever stayed on one planet since... [Erm]... Awhile.
[Just skipping over Half-World there all right.]
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He definitely seems a bit more interested to hear about Rocket's opinion on being on one planet, though.] Really? What kinds of planets have you been to, then, if you almost never stay on one...?
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[He doesn't really wanna talk about that either, so he breezes on past it. Bragging about planets he's been on is way more productive.] I could give you a list, but we'd be here all day. Xandar's stupid, but it grows on you after awhile. The whole Nova Empire's a bunch of goody-goodies who try to keep the peace in the galaxy, which is what we do now, so I've pretty much gotten used to that. Plus they cleared my criminal record.
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Who's "we"? If you're doing what an entire empire used to do then you all must be pretty impressive...
[Ren is curious for entirely benign and normal reasons and not because he likes watching powerful people do powerful people things, clearly.]
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[Considering Ren is the human avatar of a group whose motto is basically "there are things that can only be done in the dark", he's pretty flexible about that sort of thing.]
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We ain't beholden to the laws of the galaxy, so we can do things that the bureaucrats can't put their hands on, which is why we don't technically support either of the major kingdoms in this place.
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What's your favourite part about being a cool rogue galaxy-saver, then~? [Important questions, but hey, it might give him a clearer idea of Rocket's character.]
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The money. It pays so good, man.
[This is about 50% of a lie, but you won't catch Rocket in the club talking about how nice it feels to save people.]
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Oh, you'd hope it would, wouldn't it? Getting around the galaxy must cost a lot, not to mention all the equipment you'd need for galaxy saving...
[It's actually kind of an interesting thought, enough that Ren seems quite preoccupied with it as his gaze lifts slowly to the ceiling and he rests a finger against his lower lip.]
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[He seems very excited someone gets it. Also he's very loud and kind of drunk.
Okay, a lot drunk.]
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They're getting on pretty well, though, and it occurs to Ren it might be useful to look him up again later if he ever needs someone good with gadgets.]
Oh, right, I asked you for your team's name but not your name...so what's your name?
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Drunk self-promotion is the best.]
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[He sounds genuinely cheery enough about it, at least. Talking to drunk people is kind of funny, honestly.]
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Uh-huh. Yeah. Likewise or, uh... Something.
[He takes another sip of his drink, which most certainly doesn't help but he manages to get onto the floor without falling over either way.] Enjoy that drink. I got some... Other pressing business to take care of.
[He's gonna go black out in a corner.]
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Oh, I'm sure I will. Enjoy your pressing business~
[Does a pounding headache count as pressing business? Probably for the purposes of this conversation.]