[ Because Peter is a relative newcomer to magic and all that it entails – not that he didn't know it existed in some form, because one of original Ravager captains had that sort of sparky magic that Professor Weird (or whatever the fuck his name was) wielded. Granted, he had only seen that particular Ravager captain from a distance for reasons that became clear only within the past decade or so, but still. ]
[She leans forward resting her chin on her hands. The light and dark pink peony tattoos across her collar are very prominent and upon a glance they do seem to... move.]
[ The faintest hint of movement draws his eye as she leans forward – first, as she props up her chin, second as the petals seem to rustle a little, like they're reacting to the way Lucy shifts. ]
Oh, that? Well, that's a good question. They're different from regular ghosts so I suppose they just manifested in a way that was easy for them to share a space.
[Flora, Feather, and Fang were rather unique, more akin to nature spirits or something akin to it. They were mysterious even to other espers and magickind.]
So to circle back, I wouldn't be too worried about poltergeists. Fang tends to scare them off the most.
[ Peter takes a few moments to suggest this information, before he offers a flat, ]
Uh-huh.
[ He shakes himself, after a heartbeat, trying to get back on track. ]
So I'm really mostly just there to play interpreter. Maybe bodyguard, if we run into any interference from the living. And you've got yourself covered for anything not living, more or less.
[Lucy gives Peter two thumbs up! Good job, Star-Lord guy man.]
Also, you may be doing this for River in return for his services, but when you're working directly with me, I would like to compensate you for your work.
[ Life with the Guardians – and subsequently, semi-retirement from the Guardians – means he's good on cash. Despite the god-awful exchange rate from galactic standard units to US dollars, he doesn't really have to work, unless he feels like it. ]
[She looks surprised but also this time the smile that follows is a lot warmer.]
I see. If you truly insist.
[Lucinda has an understated admiration for heroic or noble actions. People may be hypocritical or selfish, but anyone who knows they do not need to take more than what they need gets a plus in her book.
River is better at finding good people than she is.]
I'll send you the meeting details later tonight, okay? It should be later this week so you can rest up aplenty.
[ He breathes out a self-deprecating laugh at that. ]
Good. I mean, I would've hopped right into a mission right now if you told me to, but I should probably sleep-off the rest of last night.
[ Granted, he's feeling a lot better, thanks to River's magic, but still. He should probably have, like, electrolytes and more water or whatever it is one does after a hangover.
He pulls out a phone – a Terran phone, shock of all shocks – and adds some note or reminder to himself, probably reserving some time on his calendar and, out of an abundance of caution, penciling in some recovery time, too.
(His grandfather is gonna be so annoyed that Peter's taking work-work, and not just the normal, everyday kind. Peter's supposed to be going native, not falling back on old habits.) ]
Just let me know when and where, and try to tell me if there's a dress code.
Absolutely. Oh! Let's exchange phone numbers as well.
[How nice, he does have a normal phone. Lucinda takes hers out trying not to look giddy about exchanging phone numbers (which is easy to do, she tends to keep her cool in most situations).]
Maybe next time I'll be able to join in on the off-kilter weekend texts River tends to get involved in.
[ Well, he was about to let her know that River has his contact information, but even if she hides most of her excitement, Peter still gets the vaguest impression that she wants to go through the motions. So he quickly swallows down the comment and offers him his number. ]
Sounds fun. But let's skip all the drinking for a while and just do the chatting part. I don't think my brain's gonna forgive me if I put myself through another night like that any time soon.
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I can't tell if you're messing with me or what.
[ Because Peter is a relative newcomer to magic and all that it entails – not that he didn't know it existed in some form, because one of original Ravager captains had that sort of sparky magic that Professor Weird (or whatever the fuck his name was) wielded. Granted, he had only seen that particular Ravager captain from a distance for reasons that became clear only within the past decade or so, but still. ]
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[She leans forward resting her chin on her hands. The light and dark pink peony tattoos across her collar are very prominent and upon a glance they do seem to... move.]
You're looking at one of them right now.
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—Uh.
Your tats are ghosts?
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[Lucinda wastes no time in explaining. She pats the flowers.]
This is Flora.
[Sleeves are pulled up to reveal a prominent pair of wings, one on each arm.]
Here's Feather.
And on my back is Fang... Oh, don't worry, I won't show you Fang. I only show him to people on dates or in fights.
[And there's a cheeky wink for ya, Peter.]
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I guess, sort of. How?
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[She tilts her head, smiling still.]
How do they work or how are they possessing me?
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But also the possession thing, I guess.
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[Flora, Feather, and Fang were rather unique, more akin to nature spirits or something akin to it. They were mysterious even to other espers and magickind.]
So to circle back, I wouldn't be too worried about poltergeists. Fang tends to scare them off the most.
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Uh-huh.
[ He shakes himself, after a heartbeat, trying to get back on track. ]
So I'm really mostly just there to play interpreter. Maybe bodyguard, if we run into any interference from the living. And you've got yourself covered for anything not living, more or less.
That the gist of it?
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[Lucy gives Peter two thumbs up! Good job, Star-Lord guy man.]
Also, you may be doing this for River in return for his services, but when you're working directly with me, I would like to compensate you for your work.
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[ Life with the Guardians – and subsequently, semi-retirement from the Guardians – means he's good on cash. Despite the god-awful exchange rate from galactic standard units to US dollars, he doesn't really have to work, unless he feels like it. ]
Maybe just treat me to lunch or coffee, sometime.
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I see. If you truly insist.
[Lucinda has an understated admiration for heroic or noble actions. People may be hypocritical or selfish, but anyone who knows they do not need to take more than what they need gets a plus in her book.
River is better at finding good people than she is.]
I'll send you the meeting details later tonight, okay? It should be later this week so you can rest up aplenty.
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Good. I mean, I would've hopped right into a mission right now if you told me to, but I should probably sleep-off the rest of last night.
[ Granted, he's feeling a lot better, thanks to River's magic, but still. He should probably have, like, electrolytes and more water or whatever it is one does after a hangover.
He pulls out a phone – a Terran phone, shock of all shocks – and adds some note or reminder to himself, probably reserving some time on his calendar and, out of an abundance of caution, penciling in some recovery time, too.
(His grandfather is gonna be so annoyed that Peter's taking work-work, and not just the normal, everyday kind. Peter's supposed to be going native, not falling back on old habits.) ]
Just let me know when and where, and try to tell me if there's a dress code.
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[How nice, he does have a normal phone. Lucinda takes hers out trying not to look giddy about exchanging phone numbers (which is easy to do, she tends to keep her cool in most situations).]
Maybe next time I'll be able to join in on the off-kilter weekend texts River tends to get involved in.
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Sounds fun. But let's skip all the drinking for a while and just do the chatting part. I don't think my brain's gonna forgive me if I put myself through another night like that any time soon.