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[ Simulation or no, the fact that she may have been bested by a floaty plant, or whatever, is still going to be a source of some amusement for him. But knowing Gamora, and her hatred of looking foolish, he tries to wrangle his grin into something more muted. ]
So what do they look like? I like flying as much as the next guy, but not that much.
So what do they look like? I like flying as much as the next guy, but not that much.
( from here )
Oh, I dunno.
[ And his voice is bright, unconcerned, as he gets to his feet, heading over to join Prompto at the skull-cave's wall. ]
I think it's got a kind of rustic charm. A cozy kinda fixer-upper.
Oh, I dunno.
[ And his voice is bright, unconcerned, as he gets to his feet, heading over to join Prompto at the skull-cave's wall. ]
I think it's got a kind of rustic charm. A cozy kinda fixer-upper.
Edited 2017-12-10 08:15 (UTC)
[ It's a good thing Gamora isn't too irritated, because otherwise, the ship would surely start reacting; as it stands, the most is a vague flicker of one of the displays. ]
They look... fluffy.
[ That is both the worst and only way she can think to describe them. ]
The seeds are long and white, and easily detach from the plant.
They look... fluffy.
[ That is both the worst and only way she can think to describe them. ]
The seeds are long and white, and easily detach from the plant.
( from here )
[ He frowns at that bit of information, swallowing it down like a bitter pill. ]
... I really don't remember any of that.
[ Which, well, isn't exactly news by now, but it sucks. Months of time, just— gone, and he doubted he was going to get them back.
But, okay, no point in dwelling about stuff he can't do anything about, so he huffs out a sigh, moving to shift the topic of conversation. ]
You two have a place here, then?
[ He frowns at that bit of information, swallowing it down like a bitter pill. ]
... I really don't remember any of that.
[ Which, well, isn't exactly news by now, but it sucks. Months of time, just— gone, and he doubted he was going to get them back.
But, okay, no point in dwelling about stuff he can't do anything about, so he huffs out a sigh, moving to shift the topic of conversation. ]
You two have a place here, then?
Edited 2017-12-10 08:15 (UTC)
[ from here ]
Your guess is as good as mine.
[ ... actually, maybe not, because Peter's current guess is, "Maybe a giant creature wanted to carve itself a really awesome helmet, the likes of which would be best suited for the album cover of a metal rock band, and so it did and it was." ]
Maybe someone just, you know, really liked skulls.
Your guess is as good as mine.
[ ... actually, maybe not, because Peter's current guess is, "Maybe a giant creature wanted to carve itself a really awesome helmet, the likes of which would be best suited for the album cover of a metal rock band, and so it did and it was." ]
Maybe someone just, you know, really liked skulls.
( from here )
[ don't be silly he totally loves... Earth history......... can't get enough of it........ . . . ]
Yeah. Maybe they just had a change of heart and were like, "You know that ritual murder thing? Weird, right? We should probably stop doing that."
[ it's nice to dream. ]
I guess we can ask someone in the town. Big thing like this so close to a city, I've gotta imagine someone knows what's up with this thing.
[ don't be silly he totally loves... Earth history......... can't get enough of it........ . . . ]
Yeah. Maybe they just had a change of heart and were like, "You know that ritual murder thing? Weird, right? We should probably stop doing that."
[ it's nice to dream. ]
I guess we can ask someone in the town. Big thing like this so close to a city, I've gotta imagine someone knows what's up with this thing.
( from here )
[ A pause, and Peter turns to look at the kid again. ]
You sure you don't need sleep?
[ Because based on the way he looks, all pale skin and bruised eyes, he definitely looks like he does. ]
You could wait back at the boats, if you wanted.
[ A pause, and Peter turns to look at the kid again. ]
You sure you don't need sleep?
[ Because based on the way he looks, all pale skin and bruised eyes, he definitely looks like he does. ]
You could wait back at the boats, if you wanted.
( from here )
[ The change in the guy's demeanor is almost funny, and Peter bites back his initial urge to laugh. Instead, he casts a quick smile up at the guy, where he's perched on the teeth. ]
You were so adventurous just a second ago. What happened?
[ The change in the guy's demeanor is almost funny, and Peter bites back his initial urge to laugh. Instead, he casts a quick smile up at the guy, where he's perched on the teeth. ]
You were so adventurous just a second ago. What happened?
( from here )
[ Peter, for his part, is used to the sudden thrust of a ship coming to life, to the quiet shift of artificial gravity kicking on, so when they escape from the station's artificial atmosphere, he's already throttling back on the thrusters, slowing the ship down.
He casts Angel an almost apologetic look – almost – but then the ship judders a little. He frowns down at the controls. ]
... That was weird.
[ And he flips through the ship's system diagnostics. ]
Seatbelts, by the way.
[ A mild, distracted sort of reminder. ]
[ Peter, for his part, is used to the sudden thrust of a ship coming to life, to the quiet shift of artificial gravity kicking on, so when they escape from the station's artificial atmosphere, he's already throttling back on the thrusters, slowing the ship down.
He casts Angel an almost apologetic look – almost – but then the ship judders a little. He frowns down at the controls. ]
... That was weird.
[ And he flips through the ship's system diagnostics. ]
Seatbelts, by the way.
[ A mild, distracted sort of reminder. ]
Edited 2017-12-10 09:37 (UTC)
( from here )
I guess it would be interesting, if this turned out to be some kind of to-do list. "Fold laundry. Tidy kitchen. Return Jebediah's scythe."
[ Is that sarcasm? It's absolutely sarcasm.
But even having said that, he continues onto the next rune, then the next. ]
What's your name, by the way?
I guess it would be interesting, if this turned out to be some kind of to-do list. "Fold laundry. Tidy kitchen. Return Jebediah's scythe."
[ Is that sarcasm? It's absolutely sarcasm.
But even having said that, he continues onto the next rune, then the next. ]
What's your name, by the way?
... Fluffy.
[ He repeats it back flatly, unimpressed, but thankfully, she clarifies. ]
So— kind of like dandelions?
Like, a puffy white ball on a stem?
[ He repeats it back flatly, unimpressed, but thankfully, she clarifies. ]
So— kind of like dandelions?
Like, a puffy white ball on a stem?
[ He hums in thought – and now that he's properly distracted by this conversation, the ship's flight is far more smooth. ]
So avoid anything that looks like a dandelion.
[ That sounds like a shame. He used to love picking them as a kid, making a wish and blowing them all away.
Or, when he was slightly more energetic, kicking at the blooms and watching the seeds go flying. ]
Any other weird plants? Venus flytraps that make you compulsively sing? Poppies that make you really sleepy?
So avoid anything that looks like a dandelion.
[ That sounds like a shame. He used to love picking them as a kid, making a wish and blowing them all away.
Or, when he was slightly more energetic, kicking at the blooms and watching the seeds go flying. ]
Any other weird plants? Venus flytraps that make you compulsively sing? Poppies that make you really sleepy?
[Don't laugh! Kaden pouts a little, deciding to just get it over with and cross the barrier into the death house. It already gives him the chills, shaking him from the tip of his tail to his shoulders.]
I can see the pool of bones, that's what's changed. What happened here? I wasn't expecting a delicious feast of freshly picked berries or anything, but this is still more yikes than my worst case scenario somehow.
I can see the pool of bones, that's what's changed. What happened here? I wasn't expecting a delicious feast of freshly picked berries or anything, but this is still more yikes than my worst case scenario somehow.
| | I mean, it isn't unheard of. A Roman emperor banned human sacrifice as a practice, though it was largely a formality at that point, since it had become taboo over the years. Reformist leaders aren't uncommon. Is there a city near here, then? |
Yes. I never do.
[He absolutely looks like he could use a nap, but no, no sleep for him. That's just how he always looks.]
Maybe. But I think staying near everyone is better. I wouldn't be able to help anyone by the boats.
[He absolutely looks like he could use a nap, but no, no sleep for him. That's just how he always looks.]
Maybe. But I think staying near everyone is better. I wouldn't be able to help anyone by the boats.
[ Peter casts the guy a slightly smug look as he drops down to join him in the death-cave, though it's short-lived when he sees how genuinely freaked out the guy seems. ]
At a guess? Something like a ritual sacrifice deal.
[ And he points up at the walls, where the paintings depict some sort of weird cycle of death and bounty and fortune. ]
Might've been a super old cult thing.
At a guess? Something like a ritual sacrifice deal.
[ And he points up at the walls, where the paintings depict some sort of weird cycle of death and bounty and fortune. ]
Might've been a super old cult thing.
[ He just offers a flat look in return. ]
Why would there be a plant that makes you float?
[ they both seem about equally likely, in Peter's mind. ]
Why would there be a plant that makes you float?
[ they both seem about equally likely, in Peter's mind. ]
[ Prompto laughs gustily at that. ]
Dude, if you wanna make a home outta this place? It's aaaaall yourself. I'd just, uh, be careful. In case the guys who drew these come back anytime soon.
[ From all the bones, it doesn't seem like this place has been used in quite some time, but still. Prompto indicates one of the pictures, where there is definitely a handful of bodies being laid to rest. ]
Spooky.
Dude, if you wanna make a home outta this place? It's aaaaall yourself. I'd just, uh, be careful. In case the guys who drew these come back anytime soon.
[ From all the bones, it doesn't seem like this place has been used in quite some time, but still. Prompto indicates one of the pictures, where there is definitely a handful of bodies being laid to rest. ]
Spooky.
[ Peter falls quiet for a second, then, ]
You know a lot about history.
[ An idle sort of comment. ]
Pretty sure there is? Buddies were sayin' there's a place called Wyver near here. Another day out, or something like that.
You know a lot about history.
[ An idle sort of comment. ]
Pretty sure there is? Buddies were sayin' there's a place called Wyver near here. Another day out, or something like that.
( from here )
"For"?
[ He echoes it back distractedly, working at the console. He glances over, pointing out a switch on the other guy's side. ]
Hit that for me, would you?
[ And he returns to his own controls. ]
I don't really pilot for anyone.
[ Not anymore, anyway. Sure, he worked with the Ravagers – more specifically, for Yondu – but more often than not, he was taking the Milano out for joyrides, for some much needed personal space. ]
Aside from myself and my team, anyway.
"For"?
[ He echoes it back distractedly, working at the console. He glances over, pointing out a switch on the other guy's side. ]
Hit that for me, would you?
[ And he returns to his own controls. ]
I don't really pilot for anyone.
[ Not anymore, anyway. Sure, he worked with the Ravagers – more specifically, for Yondu – but more often than not, he was taking the Milano out for joyrides, for some much needed personal space. ]
Aside from myself and my team, anyway.
[ Peter huffs out a breath, something nearly shaping itself into a laugh. ]
That's a nice sentiment.
But, I dunno. This place seems safe enough, murdery-cult-vibes aside. Once everyone starts turning in for the night, you could hang out in the boats till morning.
That's a nice sentiment.
But, I dunno. This place seems safe enough, murdery-cult-vibes aside. Once everyone starts turning in for the night, you could hang out in the boats till morning.
Edited 2017-12-11 05:45 (UTC)
Floating is less unreasonable than singing.
[ Clearly. ]
Besides—
[ And this is where Gamora is interrupted by a bright, cheerful voice that doesn't... actually seem to be coming from the comms.
Great! Good job! This is kinda boring now, though. Hey guys, think fast!
Gamora pauses, eyes narrowing as she looks over at Peter. ]
... Did you hear—
[ She doesn't even have time to finish the thought before a warning message is flashing across the screen. She turns her attention to the display, and— ]
—Peter!
[ And that sure is a meteor that's hurtling towards the stern. ]
[ Clearly. ]
Besides—
[ And this is where Gamora is interrupted by a bright, cheerful voice that doesn't... actually seem to be coming from the comms.
Great! Good job! This is kinda boring now, though. Hey guys, think fast!
Gamora pauses, eyes narrowing as she looks over at Peter. ]
... Did you hear—
[ She doesn't even have time to finish the thought before a warning message is flashing across the screen. She turns her attention to the display, and— ]
—Peter!
[ And that sure is a meteor that's hurtling towards the stern. ]
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