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Silver chuckles softly again and shakes his head gently "nay lass if i only cared 'bout the gold Jim would be dead" he explains "i picked Jimbo over the gold because he's worth more then all the gold on the universe" he rests his hands on his stomach leaning against a boulder as he watches the little feline alien with his two colored eyes. "sides i don't smell do i?" he joked glancing at his cloths looking for any dirt

So far, the day had been all right for Pleakley. He'd been able to keep himself out of trouble and had confirmed many days ago that Lilo was not only in camp but also doing A-okay. He'd written to Nani about that as soon as he could, and after doing so he had spent his spare time just hanging around the heroes camp. The thin, noodle-like alien really didn't have much to offer to the heroes. Pleakley was a coward and he could attest to that fact. However, that didn't mean he couldn't spend free time hanging around with the other heroes. Interacting with them would surely prove to be a fascinating experience. So, Pleakley had taken to wandering about the camp for the day until he found someone interesting to converse with.

Pleakley's little wandering spree had led him to wandering in Abigail and Silver's direction. When he spotted them he came to a halt and just kind of looked their way for a while. Aliens. There were aliens there and they were unfamiliar. Pleakley didn't have to guess that aliens were at least accepted among the heroes, and this was a huge relief to him. It meant that he wouldn't have to explain anything awkward just yet. Who knew? Maybe the pair before him would be up for a nice, friendly conversation! That seemed like an excellent idea.

"Hey, you two! How's it going?" Pleakley asked as he finally did approach Abigail and Silver. Something about Silver did make Pleakley just a touch more uncertain about how things would go, but for the most part he was calm. He really was just glad to have some more aliens to talk to beyond Jumba.

"Nope. Don't believe you." She mused, crossing her arms across her chest and narrowing her eyes. Peering at the alien creature who had walked up, she grinned furiously. Another alien! Perhaps this place wasn't so scary and new after all! She marched up to Pleakley, ignoring Silver and smiling brightly at the one eyed noodle.

"My name's Abigail, sir," she said softly, holding out a claw, "I'm alien to this world too! What's your name?"

Well, this girl certainly seemed perky! Pleakley didn't mind that at all. It was a nice change of pace being able to talk to someone that sounded eager to be there instead of... well, not. Pleakley really hadn't gotten a chance to talk to anyone outside of Jumba, but it definitely was a nice change. "Pleakley's my name. Agent Pleakley, some call me. It's nice to meet you, Abigail." Pleakley said. He was beaming all the while. Who would have thought there would be other aliens in the war besides him, Jumba, and the experiments?

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"Hello there Agent Pleakley sir" Silver said with a tip of his hat to the one eyed alien "you can call me John Silver" he sits up to take a good look at the fellow alien. "are you friends with Genral Stitch?" he asks proping himself up with his fleash elbow holding out a mechical hand for Pleakley to shake.

Thumper sits down next to Strike wanting to strike up a conversation but not really knowing the first thing to say. He just sat beside him hoping he would start the conversation.

Tipo got very bored and realized he needed to train somehow. So, he would just need to train himself with a invisible opponent. He swings his sword at the air trying to pretend there was a villain of some sort in front of him.

Strike smiled while answering the hyper active pup "hello Fidget, how are you doing today." His attention turned to the rabbit called Thumper who much the puppy's surprise was actually take the time to speak to him, most people just ignored him, not that he blamed them, but still. Since he had taken the time to talk to him Strike decide answer Thumper's question "yes actually something is bothering me, it's just...how do I explain it? have you ever felt old before like, I mean really old like you have just come to the end of your run and just wish you could get it over and done with."

Suffice to say, Pleakley didn't quite know how to react to Silver. He just stared at the cyborg's hand for a few moments as he tried to put together an answer in his head. It was a simple enough question to answer, but he did want to carefully consider how he answered it. "Well, I wouldn't so much call the little monster a friend. He's... well, I kind of just put up with him and the other little monsters." Pleakley said before finally offering his own three-fingered hand to shake Silver's. It was only a quick handshake, mainly because Pleakley was still a bit freaked out by his appearance, but Pleakley did offer one at the very least.

...Wait. Silver had said something about Stitch being a General. How long had that been the case? Pleakley hadn't bothered to ask Jumba about everything that had happened while he had been gone, but it sounded as though he had missed something rather important. "Just... uh, how long has Stitch been a General? I heard Angel was a medic, but Stitch? A General?" Pleakley asked.

"I-I'm d-doing g-good. A-and y-you?" Fidget smiled at his adoptive brother. He then looked at the other dalmatian and the rabbit. He sat down beside them. "I-I hope you g-guys d-don't mind." he said, sheepishly, not wanting to be rude and but into the duo's conversation.

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Silver shook Pleakley's hand with a smile. "how long?" the cyborg echos the thin alien "hmm i'm not sure? he was a genral before i got here i reckon he's been here from the start" he shrugs his shoulders "so an agent? how did ye get that title?" he raises a brow at the green alien.

"Fffft," Abigail snorted, "He's obviously a member of some galactic federation. Perhaps an agent of the queen!" She grew excited; an agent of the queen...could she be that eventually. Ears perked and a grin appeared on her lips. The shorter alien was awesome in her book; not like Silver the traitor. She purred softly and hugged her chest.

"More aliens?" She asked referring to the mention of monsters.

Apr 22, 2012 4:31:14 GMT -5 Strike said:

Strike smiled while answering the hyper active pup "hello Fidget, how are you doing today." His attention turned to the rabbit called Thumper who much the puppy's surprise was actually take the time to speak to him, most people just ignored him, not that he blamed them, but still. Since he had taken the time to talk to him Strike decide answer Thumper's question "yes actually something is bothering me, it's just...how do I explain it? have you ever felt old before like, I mean really old like you have just come to the end of your run and just wish you could get it over and done with."

Thumper puts a paw to his chin. He had heard about Strike's condition but never really felt the way Strike did. Thumper pats Strike's paw sympathetically. "Don't worry little puppy I am sure this feeling of yours will pass. You've got your whole life ahead of you" Thumper said trying to speak encouraging words to Strike.

Thumper smiles over at Fidget. "Please you don't even have to ask of course we don't mind you joining in the conversation and sitting with us.

"How'd I get to be an agent?" Pleakley repeated. It was a fair question, he supposed. It had been quite a while since he had actually earned that title and it seemed natural enough for someone to ask how it had come about. Pleakley didn't think it would be too difficult to explain, anyway. "Well, actually... it's been so long that I've kind of forgotten. I guess it just sort of happened a while back. They made me their Earth expert, and that's essentially what I was there for. Providing information on Earth is what I do. It's pretty fascinating stuff, really." he said. It occurred to him after a moment that he had neglected Abigail's own question, and he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head with his hand when this fact actually dawned on him. Stupid Pleakley felt stupid.

"I just call Stitch and the other experiments little monsters. It's... sort of endearing, I guess? They don't seem to mind it too much, at least not from what I've seen." Pleakley said. He hadn't had any problems with them reacting to his little nickname for them, anyway. Though there had been occasions when he had ended up the butt of the trogs' jokes, like that one time at Lilo's sleepover that had been a failure.

"ah i see" Silver nods rubbing his chin with his good hand while he watches Pleakley and Abigail. "so what have you learned? i don't know much about earth meself" he chuckles lightly "care to tell me about it some?" a smile appears on his lips.