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[shabby]

Hello, internet peoples!

[ Getting right to the point, Vaas pans the camera around to show the Red Lion of Voltron sitting in the hangar, now sporting a fresh coat of thick black tiger stripes. ]

Anyone want to help me get this tiger I found into the atrium? I will give you some steaks for your trouble.

[ Fair warning: these steaks are made from the Fek Vaas and Reaper killed during their hunting expedition. Also they're going to have to dismantle the Red Lion. It's not going to fit through the doorways. ]

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[mullet]

[ Well, lesson learned. Maybe Keith will just move into Red and be done with it. He'll just live here in the hangar and that will be that. It's discouraging to know that whatever sort of power fluctuation is going on is having an effect on the lions. That means something big is going on and that sort of thing makes Keith a little uncomfortable.

This, though... this is just infuriating.

He prowls through the hanger not unlike a jungle cat, his bayarm firmly grasped in his hand, his blade tucked against his back. Just in case. Though he doesn't immediately move in for a strike, it's clear from his posture that he will if he needs to. ]

It's a space craft. [ A sort of sentient one, at that. ] It's a lion. I'm the pilot, not you. So, I'm asking you nicely one time to leave it alone.

[shabby]

[ Little white boy might be trying to challenge Vaas' ownship of the tiger, but he recognizing the guy's gait. It's a predatory one. The movement of a warrior. How good he is can't be determined, but he looks like he's confident enough in his body.

Vaas' interest sharpens, though he isn't about to concede ownership of the tiger. Plus, little white boy's talking crazy. ]

No. [ Frowning, he shoots the tiger a look and gestures toward it. ] That's a statue. Not a spaceship. [ Crazy boy gets a concerned stare. ] This thing we're on right now? [ He stomps down hard on the deck for emphasis. ] This is a spaceship.

[mullet]

[ Throughout Keith's life, there have been a number of people who have annoyed him. In fact, plenty have annoyed him to the point of yelling wildly like an idiot. He doesn't like behaving that way, but he can't stop it. Just when he thought there was no one out there worse than Lance...

He wants to scream at this guy. Or maybe bash his face in. Keith's not really sure. Also he's not really sure he could take him on in a fight an win.

Not that he's going to admit that. He barely wants to in his subconscious.

Keith looks up at Red and internally apologizes for what's happened. He'll get it cleaned off... somehow. Not really sure how to just yet, but. Soon. Then, his attention shifts to Vaas again, the anger rolling off of him. ]

You're trying to steal something that isn't yours and you don't even know what it is?? [ His arm flings out in a gesture to the lion. ] When power comes back, you're doubly going to be sorry. So, why don't you just back off now and we can forget this whole thing.

[shabby]

[ This argument is starting to bore him. The little man—it's hard to think of him as a real man, he looks more like an untried boy to Vaas—isn't making any goddamn sense at all. ]

It is a metal tiger. [ He tries to be patient and speak slowly, hoping that maybe if the words come slow, the guy will understand. ] You see? Like those modern art sculptures you see on the internets. We don't have them in my island. This is the first time I've seen one.

[ And now it's his modern art sculpture. Little weaselly boy trying to take it from him isn't going to fly. ]

If it's yours, why is it here in this big room by itself?

[mullet]

Do you even seen where you are?!

[ Keith gestures wildly out to encompass the space they're in. Which is the hangar bay where all other assorted aircrafts are!!! This guy has some nerve treating Keith like he doesn't know what's going on. ]

This is the hangar of a space ship! [ And, yes, Keith is now talking like Vaas is the idiot and needs to hear things slow in order to understand them. ] This is where they put all the smaller ships when traveling long distances or warp.

That [ he points to the red lion with his bayard ] is a. Space. Craft. It flies [ he moves that hand like a plane through the air ] in space. It is driven by me. I am the chosen pilot.

[shabby]

[ For what it's worth, Vaas is listening. The problem is, nothing the guy's saying is making sense. Sure, he can see the smaller spaceships in the hangar. They're all over the place. But they look like fighter planes and shuttles and spaceships.

None of them look like a giant fucking cat.

He looks around the hangar, sucking on his teeth in thought. Then he looks back at the crazy guy and points toward the metal animal in question. ]

If it's a spaceship, why does it look like a fucking cat?