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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?

[bokator]

[ 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.