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Who: Gamora (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
godslay) & YOU
What: A catch-all for January.
When: Throughout the month.
Where: Mostly Wyver.
Warning(s): None so far?
1 ) That's Not a Horse
2 ) Stay The Night
3 ) Disturbing The Dead ( A )
4 ) Disturbing the Dead ( B )
5 ) Wildcard
godslay) & YOUWhat: A catch-all for January.
When: Throughout the month.
Where: Mostly Wyver.
Warning(s): None so far?
1 ) That's Not a Horse
[ Gamora does not have experience with dragons. There were none on her planet, and even less in space, but in Wyver, that isn’t the case.
She’s also discovered that traveling can be a pain, and with the availability of mounts (which she hasn’t acquired for herself yet), she’s drawn to the wyverns she’s regularly seen. She’d prefer something that wasn’t, you know, alive, but given the options, she’s willing to take one for a test-drive, to see what she thinks.
The reins are handed off to her, and she leads a beautiful red wyvern towards the city gates. She runs a palm down the beast’s broad neck, feeling its scales with appreciation, and when it turns its head to meet her eyes, she stares right back into the reptilian slits.
A quiet hiss, and Gamora reaches out to set her hand on its snout. It doesn’t snap at her, and instead, slowly blinks in quiet acceptance.
She’s just about to climb aboard, because she’s going on an adventure.
Come along for a ride? ]
2 ) Stay The Night
[ It’s nearly nightfall out in the Undergrowth, and Gamora’s wyvern is getting fidgety. She remembers what she was told about sending the beast home if she wouldn’t return before sundown, so she pulls the reins taut to stop the mount, glancing over her shoulder at her companion. ]
We should find somewhere to stay out here. He needs to return to the city, and he won’t be willing to take us with him in a few minutes.
[ The wyvern hisses and shakes out its head, tugging against its bridle. ]
… The sooner we get off, the better.
3 ) Disturbing The Dead ( A )
[ Gamora has adjusted to making a living since joining the Guardians. Earning units where they could was normal, which is why picking up odd jobs for silver doesn’t bother her.
So here she is, wandering through this damned crypt with anyone unlucky enough to join her.
She has an excellent sense of her surroundings. She can usually detect traps with little trouble, but when ghosts come into the mix, it’s hard to focus on possible trip wires that will dump her and whoever’s joined her into a dark, unwelcoming pit.
An unholy howl fills the crypt’s passage, and as Gamora whirls around to search for the source, her ankle catches on—
Oh, damn it.
The ground drops out beneath her, and there’s going to be a lot of tumbling down to land in a tangle of limbs in the dark.
Gamora gives a short grunt of annoyance as she lands directly on top of someone.
Oops. ]
4 ) Disturbing the Dead ( B )
[ This has been a long, miserable haul through the dark, and Gamora is in no mood for shenanigans.
At the end of the maze is a stockpile of dusty odds and ends that look like they might be valuable.
Crouching down by the heirlooms, Gamora lifts one up to give it a once-over. ]
This had better be what they want.
5 ) Wildcard
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Also trapdoors are just obnoxious.
She glances over at Isabela, giving a short nod. ]
That would be wise. I would rather avoid anything sharp or incendiary right now.
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[The dankness of the crypt already has her nerves on edge, and she swears she hears someone laughing in the distance as she looks around. So far the pile seems to be clear despite her giving it an unwary look like something could burst out of the pile at any second. Her staring at it lets her catch something she might have missed though, and she squats carefully to make sure she doesn't disturb anything around her.]
There we are. [And she's quick, dexterous hands unsheathing a dagger and getting to work in no time at all as she slashes down at seemingly nothing. She pauses for a moment after before giving a sigh of relief.] Tripwire. I knew they'd have one last surprise in case anyone actually made it here. I doubt it triggered anything like a bomb though, if there's anything here worth taking.
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Of course there was something else.
[ Of course there was.
She squints at the pile with an overly skeptical look. ]
I don’t hear anything, so I think you have disabled it.
[ Hope…fully. ]
Grab what looks valuable, and let’s go.
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It would have been a little too easy if there wasn't.
[As if all the trouble they'd gone through to even reach this room was even remotely easy.]
At least, that's what I would have done if this was my stash. Not too hard after that to try and think like they likely have in setting things up. Experience from years of being a raider comes in handy after all.
[The blissful silence signals to her as an all clear, given they were still standing on their feet with everything intact and able to breathe. At least in this room everything was fine. She holds up something shiny after a moment, two shiny trinkets in her hands that she looks more than eager about.]
Ooooh. Think these will do? [Of course she asks that, but she's putting them in her bag all the same just in case.]
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She plucks out a broken chain, tosses it aside; next, a mirror that looks like it once had jewels inlaid in the handle. Finally, she looks over again when Isabela calls for her attention, and she watches as the woman tucks away the shiny little trinkets. ]
That looks better than most of this.
[ She sighs, chucking a broken plate onto another pile. ]
The majority is junk.