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[ 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.

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[ 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). ]

I need a camera.

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[ 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?

[bokator]

[ The fighting styles were legit the only reason Tim convinced her to watch. Rose isn't really one for space operas. ]

No idea. The trail leads that way and there's a few blurred footprints, so it's probably someone.

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[ He finds the trail she's talking about, frowning a little. He powers down the lightsaber. ]

Who the hell would just leave a pile of perfectly good weapons lyin' around?

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[ She shrugs. They're not blowing up or being walled in, this is practically a gold mine to her. ]

Are you going to worry about that or try this [ look at this sweet rifle Peter ] on for size?

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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?

[bokator]

[ The same way they're her weakness, bro. ]

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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[ He glances up when she adjusts his grip, and he's about to ask, "What was that?" before he remembers she's good with swords.

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?

[bokator]

[ She chuckles. ]

Yeah. I'd say you don't have much cause for blades in space, but... [ lightsabers. ]

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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?

[bokator]

[ She smirks. ]

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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[ He whispers right back, ] Your secret's safe with me. 'Cause I have no clue who "Dad" is supposed to be.

[bokator]

[ Congratulations Peter Quill you are officially on a list of like four people who can make Rose Wilson giggle. ]

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[ Peter commemorates this momentous occasion by asking the following question: ]

Holy shit, did you just laugh?

[bokator]

[ She's not very good at disguising the fact that she's trying to hold the rest of it in, as she picks her way past more large rifles. ]

You heard nothing, Quill.