[ Laugh in his face, and Rose would probably push him into a few tight spaces too. Fear was meant to be conquered, and it's done by facing the cause of it again, and again, and again until it learns to fear you. She turns her head when he slows down the first time and sees him hesitate - thinks nothing of it until the third time, when claustrophobic crosses her mind and stays in the place where she keeps everyone's weaknesses, for future use. The fourth time and after that, when she senses him slow down, she takes to cartwheeling and other ridiculous gymnastics only she can manage in this darkness. With any luck he'll be too busy thinking what a damn showoff she is to worry about the dark and cramped space. ]
[ She starts sorting through the pile, checking the chambers of each gun she comes across, ] Careful, these are all loaded.
[ He lets her pick her way through the weapons, still struggling to catch his breath, then-- er, wait hold on what the fuck did she just say??? ]
Are you seri--
[ SHWOOOM, that is definitely a fucking lightsaber holy crap. ]
Holy shit! That's fucking awesome!
[ Who the hell needs to breathe when you can have the best fucking weapon ever? He moves over to where she is, and sure enough, there's a pile of what appears to be other lightsaber hilts. He grabs one at random, and-- oh fuck yes, it's blue.
With gravitas: ] This is the best day of my god damn life.
[ What a dork. She's glad for the darkness, her smile is a tad more fond than she'd ever admit. While he's distracted she puts in a quick call to Tim, because there's no way even in a dark cave with no ventilation is he not going to want to see this (and privately, he could use the pile of geek. She's been wanting to try Djem So since the day she saw the movies). ]
[ Peter doesn't know the names of the fighting styles -- all he knows is that lightsabers are fucking awesome and make the best noise when they're swung.
So guess what he's doing now? Though he's careful about where and how he's swinging it, at the very least. ]
That makes two of us, man. Where the hell did all this stuff come from, anyway?
I'm just sayin', the guy might come back with, like, a bazooka, and he might not like us messin' wit his stuff. Then where would we be?
[ A pile of ash on the ground, most likely.
But goddammit, Ravager, how could you possibly know that bomb-ass weapons are Peter's weakness?
Reluctantly, he crouches down and looks through the weapons again, finds a blade that looks similar to Gamora's collapsible sword. He'd always wanted to mess around with hers, but she threatened him with disembowelment if she ever caught him touching it. And Peter rather liked how his insides were set up, so. ]
I mean, then again, whoever would be irresponsible enough to leave this shit just sittin' here probably doesn't deserve it, right?
You got that right. And if he's stupid enough to use a bazooka in here? He has it coming.
[ She's not supposed to kill anymore, but she never got out of the habit of making the threats. Instead, she watches him with the sword, and after a few moments reaches out to correct his grip. ]
You know, you'd think so? But I've got a couple buddies who swear by knives and sword -- like, the non-light variety, -- and their kill counts are through the friggin' roof, so who the hell knows anymore?
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[ She starts sorting through the pile, checking the chambers of each gun she comes across, ] Careful, these are all loaded.
[ and spots jackpot ] Hey, is this a lightsaber?
[ It is. Green, in fact. ]
There's more!
[ GEEK ALERT ]
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Are you seri--
[ SHWOOOM, that is definitely a fucking lightsaber holy crap. ]
Holy shit! That's fucking awesome!
[ Who the hell needs to breathe when you can have the best fucking weapon ever? He moves over to where she is, and sure enough, there's a pile of what appears to be other lightsaber hilts. He grabs one at random, and-- oh fuck yes, it's blue.
With gravitas: ] This is the best day of my god damn life.
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I need a camera.
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So guess what he's doing now? Though he's careful about where and how he's swinging it, at the very least. ]
That makes two of us, man. Where the hell did all this stuff come from, anyway?
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No idea. The trail leads that way and there's a few blurred footprints, so it's probably someone.
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Who the hell would just leave a pile of perfectly good weapons lyin' around?
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Are you going to worry about that or try this [ look at this sweet rifle Peter ] on for size?
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[ A pile of ash on the ground, most likely.
But goddammit, Ravager, how could you possibly know that bomb-ass weapons are Peter's weakness?
Reluctantly, he crouches down and looks through the weapons again, finds a blade that looks similar to Gamora's collapsible sword. He'd always wanted to mess around with hers, but she threatened him with disembowelment if she ever caught him touching it. And Peter rather liked how his insides were set up, so. ]
I mean, then again, whoever would be irresponsible enough to leave this shit just sittin' here probably doesn't deserve it, right?
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You got that right. And if he's stupid enough to use a bazooka in here? He has it coming.
[ She's not supposed to kill anymore, but she never got out of the habit of making the threats. Instead, she watches him with the sword, and after a few moments reaches out to correct his grip. ]
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And that's scary, that he's basically found himself another Gamora. What is his life? Why is it like this? ]
I'm guessin' I was holdin' this wrong, huh?
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Yeah. I'd say you don't have much cause for blades in space, but... [ lightsabers. ]
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Nobody sees a blade coming. Too old fashioned, you know? But they're better than guns. [ conspiratorially, she whispers, ] Don't tell Dad.
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Holy shit, did you just laugh?
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You heard nothing, Quill.