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( from here )
[ The criticism, light as it is, doesn't seem to bother him much – in fact, he just smiles brightly in the face of it.
He does tend to err on the side of recklessness. ]
Peter Quill. [ And he supplies it smoothly enough. ] Folks call me Star-Lord.
[ No, they don't. Unless they don't know any better. ]
[ The criticism, light as it is, doesn't seem to bother him much – in fact, he just smiles brightly in the face of it.
He does tend to err on the side of recklessness. ]
Peter Quill. [ And he supplies it smoothly enough. ] Folks call me Star-Lord.
[ No, they don't. Unless they don't know any better. ]
( from here )
[ He takes the napkin, glancing up at her to remind her that, like, water is wet or something, but he pauses when he sees that weird, twisted expression on her face.
Mantis might not take well to whatever further complaints Peter might've had – not like Rocket, who probably would've snapped back at him, or Gamora, who would have blandly informed him he should have moved faster to avoid it – and drunk as she is, there seemed to be an equal chance of her fluffing up like a pissed-off cat, as she had with the Olympian dude earlier, or getting really, legitimately upset.
So he huffs out a sigh instead. ]
It's cool. [ This, as he's dabbing at the damp spot on his sleeve. ] No harm done.
You should probably drink some more water, though.
[ He takes the napkin, glancing up at her to remind her that, like, water is wet or something, but he pauses when he sees that weird, twisted expression on her face.
Mantis might not take well to whatever further complaints Peter might've had – not like Rocket, who probably would've snapped back at him, or Gamora, who would have blandly informed him he should have moved faster to avoid it – and drunk as she is, there seemed to be an equal chance of her fluffing up like a pissed-off cat, as she had with the Olympian dude earlier, or getting really, legitimately upset.
So he huffs out a sigh instead. ]
It's cool. [ This, as he's dabbing at the damp spot on his sleeve. ] No harm done.
You should probably drink some more water, though.
[ Another huff. ]
Doubt it.
[ At least they got half the money up front, which is something; maybe once Peter is feeling a little more like himself, he'll be able to negotiate a better payout.
But that's a thought for later; for now, Peter looks around the chamber, sees how wide it is in comparison, and he lets out a sharp sigh. ]
Those stupid things couldn't have just been in here, huh?
[ That would've made things so much easier. ]
Doubt it.
[ At least they got half the money up front, which is something; maybe once Peter is feeling a little more like himself, he'll be able to negotiate a better payout.
But that's a thought for later; for now, Peter looks around the chamber, sees how wide it is in comparison, and he lets out a sharp sigh. ]
Those stupid things couldn't have just been in here, huh?
[ That would've made things so much easier. ]
[ He breathes out a laugh, trying to put on a mildly affronted look. ]
Have a little more faith in me, huh? I'm not about to jump on top of any tables and start a sing-along to "Bennie and the Jets" or anything.
Have a little more faith in me, huh? I'm not about to jump on top of any tables and start a sing-along to "Bennie and the Jets" or anything.
Star Lord?
[ That sounds like a comic book superhero (not that she has much room to talk, with a name like Angel.) But the first name, that one rings familiar. ]
Angel. We have a friend in common, Mr. Quill.
[ That sounds like a comic book superhero (not that she has much room to talk, with a name like Angel.) But the first name, that one rings familiar. ]
Angel. We have a friend in common, Mr. Quill.
It's on the table, I suppose. [how can he say what is art and what is not]
[Maybe between the two of them, they'll figure out what's going on. Maybe]
Is there anything else around, or just this sculpture?
[Dare they explore further?]
[Maybe between the two of them, they'll figure out what's going on. Maybe]
Is there anything else around, or just this sculpture?
[Dare they explore further?]
... Is that better that they're related?
[ It doesn't sound better. It sounds like taking advantage of a bunch of dead guys.
But maybe Peter doesn't have room to judge, considering he's still kind of planning on moving aside a few more bones to make room for a campfire and a sleeping area. ]
[ It doesn't sound better. It sounds like taking advantage of a bunch of dead guys.
But maybe Peter doesn't have room to judge, considering he's still kind of planning on moving aside a few more bones to make room for a campfire and a sleeping area. ]
[ He guesses that makes sense. And given that he spent a whole lot of time around folks who for decades he was convinced wanted to eat him (and even now, he's not certain that half of those guys were just kidding), maybe he doesn't have much room to offer advice or criticism. ]
Peter Quill. Folks call me Star-Lord.
[ No, they don't, but it's nice to dream, isn't it? ]
Peter Quill. Folks call me Star-Lord.
[ No, they don't, but it's nice to dream, isn't it? ]
[ Technically, being loopy is very different from Peter or this guy (from what he's seen, anyway), so Senren isn't wrong, in Peter's eyes. Obviously he doesn't understand that there's a particular reason for that, so Peter just assumes Senren's being polite. ]
Kid did seem pretty determined to help as much as he could.
Kid did seem pretty determined to help as much as he could.
[ He follows her gaze, relieved that this time, their way out isn't a tiny crawlspace fit only for mice and roaches. And he's exhausted, which is stupid, because they've barely done anything. All they've done was walk through this dumb cave and crawl through a dumber tunnel, and yet Peter still feels like he's run fifteen marathons and then took part in a fist fight against six titans, just for fun.
Abject terror apparently takes a lot out of a guy.
He glances over at Gamora, his mask hiding the shamefaced look he gives her. All of that just now was... deeply uncool. Seriously uncool. Terribly, horribly, decidedly uncool, and now that they're more or less out of the woods, he feels that hot, bitter wash of embarrassment flushing his face. ]
Are you... gonna tell anyone about this?
Abject terror apparently takes a lot out of a guy.
He glances over at Gamora, his mask hiding the shamefaced look he gives her. All of that just now was... deeply uncool. Seriously uncool. Terribly, horribly, decidedly uncool, and now that they're more or less out of the woods, he feels that hot, bitter wash of embarrassment flushing his face. ]
Are you... gonna tell anyone about this?
[ He scoffs, almost affronted. ]
Don't gimme that look, Gamora. I invented that look. I perfected that look.
Don't gimme that look, Gamora. I invented that look. I perfected that look.
[ His eyebrows rise a little in surprise, but he waits for the explosion of another firework to fade away before he responds. ]
You sure about that?
You sure about that?
[ Gamora glances to Peter, meeting the red glow of the mask. She looks taken aback, genuinely so, because… why would she share this? She understands how difficult that was for him, and she can only guess how embarrassing he would think it to be, so… why would she tell anyone? She’s never given away even a hint of the stories that he’s told her in confidence, even when he’s been drunk and babbling, because she knows how personal they are.
This is no different. ]
You think I would tell people about this?
This is no different. ]
You think I would tell people about this?
[Mantis considers him for a moment, then turns to the table and gets herself another cup of water. Obviously, she's messed this up somehow. Surely, there is some way to fix it.
When she faces him again, she upends the cup over her own sleeve. There. Now they match.]
When she faces him again, she upends the cup over her own sleeve. There. Now they match.]
[ ...Prompto stops to consider this for a moment. He's never really questioned it before! He just sorta...went along with it. ]
I think it was kinda like...a "prove yourself worthy" sort of thing? Y'know. He had to earn his way in and then the ghost kings were like, "here's a super powerful axe, use it wisely". Just like in a video game!
[ But don't read too much into that. ]
I think it was kinda like...a "prove yourself worthy" sort of thing? Y'know. He had to earn his way in and then the ghost kings were like, "here's a super powerful axe, use it wisely". Just like in a video game!
[ But don't read too much into that. ]
Fair. [She acknowledges with a shrug.]
I don't see any harm in that. [She says, glancing once more back at him.] In that case, I suppose we should introduce ourselves, shouldn't we?
Diana Cavendish.
I don't see any harm in that. [She says, glancing once more back at him.] In that case, I suppose we should introduce ourselves, shouldn't we?
Diana Cavendish.
[ The sheer disbelief in her voice, on her face, makes him wince a little. He didn't mean for it to sound like he didn't trust her or anything, but he's reasonably sure that's probably how it came off. But— ]
I mean, I know you're not gonna tell just anyone...
[ "Not anyone," which means the same as "a select few."
And considering how few people they know on the planet or aboard the station, that narrows it down even further. ]
I mean, I know you're not gonna tell just anyone...
[ "Not anyone," which means the same as "a select few."
And considering how few people they know on the planet or aboard the station, that narrows it down even further. ]
[ And Peter can breathe out a terribly put-upon sigh, eyes rolling toward the ceiling. ]
I am not gonna get super drunk and jump on a table, Gamora.
[ A pause. ]
Unless someone dares me to.
I am not gonna get super drunk and jump on a table, Gamora.
[ A pause. ]
Unless someone dares me to.
[ mantis what the heck.
Peter gawks at her for a few seconds, a mix of totally weirded-out and completely baffled, but—
Then, he barks out a laugh.
And he almost seems startled by it – he’s not sure if he’s laughed like since he got here. He hasn’t exactly been in a good mood for it, what with everything that he remembers happening and everything that’s been on his mind. It’s almost a relief, if he’s honest.
He reaches for a few more napkins from the table, offering them out to her. ]
I said drink the water, not wear it, dude.
Peter gawks at her for a few seconds, a mix of totally weirded-out and completely baffled, but—
Then, he barks out a laugh.
And he almost seems startled by it – he’s not sure if he’s laughed like since he got here. He hasn’t exactly been in a good mood for it, what with everything that he remembers happening and everything that’s been on his mind. It’s almost a relief, if he’s honest.
He reaches for a few more napkins from the table, offering them out to her. ]
I said drink the water, not wear it, dude.
[ She's quiet as she processes that distinction, and her mind wanders to Rocket. Mantis, she doesn't trust enough to even consider, but she supposes that if Peter thinks she might tell someone, it would be the other Guardians. ]
It's yours to tell, not mine.
[ So if Peter thinks it's something that Rocket should know about, she'll leave that up to him. Otherwise, Gamora won't be sharing his secrets – and given that Peter hasn't told her about this fear, she assumes this would be one of them. ]
It's yours to tell, not mine.
[ So if Peter thinks it's something that Rocket should know about, she'll leave that up to him. Otherwise, Gamora won't be sharing his secrets – and given that Peter hasn't told her about this fear, she assumes this would be one of them. ]
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