Ah-Ah-AWOOOOO!

[Roscoe]

Roscoe continued to grin at Krystal's response as she defended her honor. It was so easy to get under her fur for the littlest thing and it was quite fun. He found it amusing how she tried to defend her mercenary team. "My apologizes Krystal, but mercenaries are not known for having a good reputation." He responded. "In the end your still a mercenary hired by a government and if it comes down to it they'll leave you to hang." Roscoe responded casually, though he thought it would be a shame to lose such a stunning vixen. Never trust the Government. Especially when you worked in any type of shady business.

The purebred Doberman grinned smoothly as Brandy snuggled up closer to him. Who's the dog? I'm the dog! He thought with a grin. "Makes sense, you'd have looking sexy and beautiful down to a fine art Brandy," Roscoe said as he complemented the female canine. Leaning against her side with his muscular form, enjoying the contact with her. He was laying it on thick as he flirted with Brandy and it was fun.

[Tails]

Unknown to the purple vixen and the doberman, the little twin-tailed fox had been listening to their conversation the entire time. Even though he wasn't too hot with the ideas of assassins and killings, Krystal's job didn't seem as bad as Roscoe thought of it. It was sort of like him and Sonic, of course they wouldn't go as far as killing people, it seemed like Krystal and her crew were trying to put the bad guys away.

"Hey, I don't think your job is all that bad." Tails spoke up softly to Krystal, hoping to reassure her.

[Krystal]

Roscoe was trying to get under Krystal's fur, and he was succeeding. Worse for Krystal, Roscoe was enjoying it. "I highly doubt the government would try to get rid of my team since they worked for the government for nine years," Krystal said to Roscoe in an obviously annoyed tone. Krystal couldn't believe how infuriating Roscoe was. She then heard Tails' trying to reassure Krystal in a soft voice. "Thank you Miles, it means a lot."

"Well, Brandy, to start my homeplanet was destroyed and as far as I know, I'm the only survivor. It isn't something I like to remember," Krystal said in response to Brandy's request. "When I finally got near the one who destroyed my planet, he trapped me in a crystal. A few days afterwards I was rescued by the leader of the team I'm now a member of, and he kept another planet from being destroyed by the man who destroyed mine."

[Brandy Harrington]

Brandy smiled as Roscoe leaned against her. Brandy could not have been happier if she tried. If they were somewhere else Brandy would lain it on maybe just a little bit thicker then she was. But, she did really like Krystal and Tails and could see them all being friends. But, since she was the only one there who seemed to not hate Roscoe and saw who he really was, Brandy decided that this wasn't the place for that.

"AWWWWWWWW Krystal that's terrible I am sorry I even brought it up" Brandy said feeling bad for Krystal. She got a little confused about her life. But, it didn't take a genius to figure out that it seemed horrible.

[Tails]

"You're welcome." Tails smiled, but that smile quickly turned into a frown as heard the female's backstory. "I'm-I'm sorry to here about that Krystal." he said with a sencere tone. "By parents were killed when I was just a baby and I've been living alone for most of my life...until I met my buddy Sonic."

(Yeah I have no Tails muse)

[Roscoe]

Roscoe had a toothy on how muzzle as Krystal defended her government, agitation evident in her tone as she spoke to him. It was adorable really, to put such trust in a government, but he didn't feel like continuing arguing about this topic. He glanced at Tails as he spoke up to Krystal. The small two-tailed fox was quite a skittish little boy. But he'd play nice with everyone, no need to burn all any bridges. That wasn't to say he didn't like Krystal's career, in fact he liked it...just not the way her team did it.

When the blue vixen talked more about her past. He found it quite interesting to say the least, but she confirmed that she might be the last of her kind. Something he found most interesting, yet it was quite sad really that she might be the last of her kind. He would have loved to meet more sexy blue vixens. "You should ask your government for help in finding them. Or do a galactic search of some kind." Roscoe said simply. After all, if all of her people are blue furred foxes then how hard could it be to find them?

The purebred grinned as he saw Brandy's smile as he leaned more against her. His cropped ears pinned back a bit as Brandy expressed her apologizes to Krystal. Roscoe nuzzled Brandy's side in comfort and affection. Glancing to the side as he heard Tails speak up, very shyly. Telling a small amount of his back-story to them. It was sickening. If they knew his past it would probably have mixed results, none of them good, so he kept it to himself.

[Krystal]

"Thank you, both of you. It isn't something I like talking about," Krystal said to both Tails and Brandy, sincerely glad. After Tails told his small back-story Krystal felt sorry for him. "I'm sorry Tails. It must be hard never have known your parents," Krystal said, sincerely felling sorry for the two-tailed fox.

When Roscoe asked why Krystal doesn't ask the Cornerian government to find her people, she replies, "My planet was far outside the Lylat System, so they didn't even know it existed. Plus after a few years I think I would have ran into someone else from my tribe." After a few moments of silence Krystal asked, "What is your story Brandy?"

[Brandy Harrington]

Brandy sat there for a moment. She didn't usually talk about her life other then being rich. "Well as you all may know I am pretty rich. But, it wasn't always like that. You see I like Tails, never knew my parents. It was up to me to take care of my numerous brothers and sisters. Me and my brothers and sisters, were put in a dog pound. But, then one day this very rich family the Harrington's who had a couple kids adopted me and my brothers and sister's . The rest you probably know, it's just a classic sad rags to riches story. " Brandy said. She nuzzled Roscoe back.

"So the only one who hasn't told anyone about their backstory is you. So tell us a little about you Roscoe" Brandy said she could care less what Roscoe did in his past, she would never look at Roscoe any differently.

[Roscoe]

The Doberman only gave a simple nod of his head at what Krystal said. You'd think her government would have at least tried. Wait...she said tribe, which he found odd. Only primitive natives did that. That begged the question what exactly Krystal's home planet was like and what her people were like. "What do you mean by 'tribe'?" He inquired as he looked up at Krystal.

Roscoe turning to look up at Brandy as she told her story. It was quite a moving story really. Like something you'd expect to see in a movie. He grinned slyly as the hot, blonde furred dog nuzzled him back. But then she asked him about his back story. He inwardly sighed. There was much about his life that he didn't feel like sharing. He'd just mention a few things and not say all the things he did want known...at least not yet. He didn't feel like screwing his chances with Brandy. So the Doberman would just have to choose his words properly.

"Well I was born in Germany at a Doberman breeding and training facility. My brother and I were bought and breed for the sole purpose to be guard dogs and body guards for the man that bought us. We were trained since we were pups and my family tree can be dated back to the beginning of my breed. Though the training was painful, especially if you didn't follow commands or do something right." Roscoe said calmly. "After all what ever doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger." He said with a chuckle and a grin on his muzzle.

"So after over a year worth of training and conditioning, getting stronger and faster we were shipped to Manhattan, New York City to our new owner." The Doberman said with a straight face, he wasn't angry or saddened by what happened to him. He had gotten over his past long ago. It had made him stronger and better then he could have ever been. "The jobs has it's up and downs. You work a lot, especially at night and you don't come out without getting hurt," the Doberman said, motioning with a paw to his body that had numerous healed scars and a few burns. "But there are lot's of perks. Great food, housing, recognition, and this diamond studded collar." Roscoe said coolly, with an ivory filled grin.

(OOC: Was going to keep it simple, but I just couldn't. XD)

[Brandy Harrington]

Brandy sat down fully listening to Roscoe's story. "A guard dog huh? Well you can guard me any day" She said with a flirtatious wink to Roscoe. Brandy smiles as Roscoe goes on about his life in New York City. She had always been kinda partial to NYC. She remembered going there at some point. To her NYC was much like Hollywood, the place where all the stars should be. Brandy gasped as he showed off his scars. But, was at least relieved to hear he had a good home and benefits. Brandy snuggled close to Roscoe, and looks into his eyes adoringly.