Don't forget, feed the giant dragon before it immolates the entire village.
[Two could play at the sarcasm game, and she liked to think her tongue was sharp enough to keep up with the best of them.
As Peter returned to work, so too did Maya. She paid careful attention to where each rune was placed in relation to the other, but also paid attention to its location in the room. There was a chance that there was a primer to be found somewhere.
Caught up as she was, she didn't process his question for a handful of seconds.]
[ He laughs a little when she plays along, casting her a quick look over his shoulder before going back to the slip of paper.
Naturally, Peter doesn't put as much care into his notes as she seems to be, just copying down the runes. It's imperfect, but the lines are mostly in the right places. So, hey, he's doing alright. When she doesn't answer his question right away, he wonders if she's ignoring him. But, nope, apparently she just wasn't paying attention. ]
Peter Quill. Folks call me Star-Lord.
[ what folks? why would they do that? can he ask them to stop?
The answers to these questions are as much of a mystery as the meanings of these runes. ]
[Maya stopped mid line, trying to figure out if she had heard him correctly. When he didn't laugh or give any other indication that he was joking, she turned to stare at him. Her expression wavered, while Maya tried to figure out if she was annoyed or incredulous.
In the end, she settled for the latter, and indicated as much with a snort.]
Star-Lord? [It wasn't as bad as Handsome Jack, but it teetered dangerously close to the sort of narcissistic name that the madman might have come up with.]
[ It’s just as well that Peter’s used to that sort of reaction to his call sign. Maybe when he was younger, way before he had started growing into the name, he would’ve taken umbrage with that snort and the dismissive response. As it is now, Peter just shrugs, gaze not lifting from the drawing of the rune he’s working on. ]
Whatever works.
[ He copies down another rune or two, pausing to peer up at the walls. He glances back and forth between the real deal and his slightly sloppy reproductions, then, satisfied, he rocks back. ]
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[Two could play at the sarcasm game, and she liked to think her tongue was sharp enough to keep up with the best of them.
As Peter returned to work, so too did Maya. She paid careful attention to where each rune was placed in relation to the other, but also paid attention to its location in the room. There was a chance that there was a primer to be found somewhere.
Caught up as she was, she didn't process his question for a handful of seconds.]
Maya. Yours?
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Naturally, Peter doesn't put as much care into his notes as she seems to be, just copying down the runes. It's imperfect, but the lines are mostly in the right places. So, hey, he's doing alright. When she doesn't answer his question right away, he wonders if she's ignoring him. But, nope, apparently she just wasn't paying attention. ]
Peter Quill. Folks call me Star-Lord.
[ what folks? why would they do that? can he ask them to stop?
The answers to these questions are as much of a mystery as the meanings of these runes. ]
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In the end, she settled for the latter, and indicated as much with a snort.]
Star-Lord? [It wasn't as bad as Handsome Jack, but it teetered dangerously close to the sort of narcissistic name that the madman might have come up with.]
I think I'll stick with Peter, if you don't mind.
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Whatever works.
[ He copies down another rune or two, pausing to peer up at the walls. He glances back and forth between the real deal and his slightly sloppy reproductions, then, satisfied, he rocks back. ]
I think I’m finished up over here.