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[knightoflight]

[At first, to be honest, Wing had been a little surprised/grossed out to hear even the possibility that the humans might eat the flesh of the dinosaurs. His kind fueled on simple liquid energon. Much less...well, messy.]

[But he's gotten over that, and been, in his off moments, doing the unpleasant task of taking the dinosaur carcasses and dumping them hopefully far enough away from, well, anything.  Though the winds have likely shifted and the Old City may get an occasional whiff of eau de rotting dinosaur. Sorry.]

[He holds up a long, curved, whitish piece of bone. It's a rib from one of the carcasses: predators have obviously been at work. In his other hand, the broad crest of a triceratops, some tatters of skin still sticking to it.]

It occurs to me that these might be of some use to us? 

It seems a shame to let everything go to waste.

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Sorry for her being so horrible

[furhat]

A popular method of execution. You stick a long, sharp object through a human. Your rib, for example.

[A toothy smile.]

If you give dogs like that what they want, they will want what others have on top of it. Give them that, and they will still want more. What do you do, then?

She's fantastic. Wing is just that innocent.

[knightoflight]

I...do not think that we should suddenly begin executions, friend. We are guests here, not universally welcomed already.

[He frowns.] There are ways to discourage that do not involve killing.

[Where do you come from?!?!] Is this common in your world?

His canon also works on totally different morals, even with decepticons around!

[furhat]

Oh, of course. That's why I suggested to give it to whatever ruler, to have them do it. I was just thinking of suggesting it to them myself.
If there is such a thing left here in the first place.

[The question caused her to frown ever so slightly.]

It used to, but the world I come from isn't as insane as it once was. They try to resolve things by other means these days.

But [That seemed to cheer her up a little] when these methods don't work, inveterate butchers like myself are required. You cannot punish a monster by prison or law alone.

[A strange thing to be said from someone that appeared to be a rather small woman, but hey.]

true!

[knightoflight]

I do not think we have a ruler.

[And for that alone, he's rather glad they don't. ]

You call yourself a 'monster'?

[While he may not be fond of the 'impaling people' idea, surely that's not enough to make one a monster. Perhaps he's been too harsh.]

Re: true!

[furhat]

That would explain the sorry state of this place.

[She then nodded.]

It isn't that I call myself that. It's simply what I am, just like you are what you are.

[knightoflight]

We are doing our best in some...very trying conditions.

And I am certain we have less violent options to exhaust first.

[He frowns. You certainly seem to embrace the label.]

So what do you call yourself? Why would you tolerate being judged so?

[furhat]

These options exist, truly, they just don't work. If the dogs see you as weak, they'll just ignore you and plunder at their leisure.

[Oh, she really was, but then, she was also terrible.]

I usually call myself just Alucard, but 'monster' is accurate. What would you call someone that needs human blood as nourishment?

[knightoflight]

But we are not dogs.

[Logic? Or slightly too literal? You decide!]

Lady Alucard. I would call someone like that someone deserving of sympathy and help.

[furhat]

Does 'we' include bandits and plunderers that are murdering regular inhabitants of this ruined city?

[Alucard then paused, and blinked. Then she blinked some more. And then she laughed. The kind of laugh usually reserved for villains, usually after their speech on how they were going to destroy the world.]

I don't think you truly understand what precisely I am.