( OPEN ) mister blue sky, please tell us why.

[godslay]

Who: Gamora (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

[ 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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[godslay]

I’m fine with that.

[ Completely nonchalantly, like the possibility that this might kill Peter isn’t a problem.

(Of course it’s a problem, but that doesn’t mean she won’t harass him.)

She pulls the fruit on its stick back, giving its steaming exterior a onceover, deems it acceptable, and then takes a bite. Her expectations are fairly low, but she’s genuinely surprised by the flavor that fills her senses.

She chews and swallows (because she’s not a heathen) before speaking. ]

It’s good, actually.

[nostalgiabomb]

You say that now, but you’re gonna seriously regret it once I start hiding all your stuff.

[ Once she pulls the fruit away from the flame, he watches her warily, casting the fruit another skeptical look. When she bites into it, he tenses, waiting for her to spit it out in disgust or to, like, puke, or to keel over. Something. But instead, she looks pleasantly surprised as she chews, and Peter arches an eyebrow at her.

The appraisal only slightly reassures him, and he leaves his piece of fruit over the fire for a few more moments – he’s pretty sure he’s left it cooking about as long as Gamora has, by now – and he pulls it back, waiting for it to cool. ]

So supposing I don’t die from this, what’s the plan for tomorrow?

[godslay]

[ Gamora continues to eat as Peter cooks his fruit, and with his question, she offers a thoughtful hum. ]

See where this water leads, first. If that proves useless, we can probably find high ground and locate Namarak Mountain and use that as a landmark to find the city.

[ She doesn't sound concerned about getting back to Wyver, at least. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He hums out some acknowledging noise – he’s not as familiar with the names of the landmarks outside of Wyver just yet, so he trusts that Gamora knows what she’s talking about.

Once his fruit seems to have cooled enough, Peter eyes it with mistrust again, pulling it from the skewer. He turns it over in his hands once or twice, examining it by the light of the fire, until he finally just. Takes a bite.

... Oh. That’s kind of good, actually. But what he says aloud is, ]

Not bad.

[ Still chewing, because he was raised by space wolves. ]

[godslay]

[ what fine and wonderful manners peter quill has. his mother would be proud. ]

Stop eating it if you start to feel a tingling in your fingers.

[ Is she kidding? Maybe.

Ducky seems to have finished his own fruit, because he leans his long neck out, sniffing at the fruit in Peter's hands. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ His chewing slows to a stop, and he frowns at her, waving a hand vaguely to shoo Ducky away. ]

Are you serious?

[godslay]

That you should stop eating if it affects you? Yes.

[ She's pretty sure that wasn't what he was asking, but she continues to nonchalantly eat her fruit. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He scrunches his nose at her, then at the fruit, then—

Yeah. He's just gonna quietly offer it to Ducky, who happily snatches it from his outstretched hand. ]

[godslay]

[ Gamora rolls her eyes at him. ]

It's safe, Peter. If you're that concerned, wait a while and see if any negative effects surface.

[ They still have a decent pile of the fruit, after all. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He casts her a flat, unimpressed look, and even with her reassurance, he still has that nagging, paranoid feeling that the fruit is definitely going to kill him, somehow.

It paid to be cautious, eating alien foods. Peter had been lucky so far, that nothing he had tried had left his throat closing up or had him swelling like a balloon, but that didn't mean he wouldn't run into just the wrong thing, one of these days.

He does, at least, skewer a second fruit in preparation, holding it over the fire, and he offers one out to her. ]

Want another one?

[godslay]

[ Gamora polishes off her first fruit, reaching out to take the second one being offered to her.

... Of course, Ducky apparently thinks that fruit is also his, and he tries to lean out and grab it out of their hands.

Quickly, Gamora plucks it away from Peter before the alien bird can snag it, and she gives the sharp-beaked creature a reprimanding look. ]

Your friend is poorly trained.

[ ... since Ducky is a wild animal and all. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter seems unconcerned with the exchange; in fact, the corner of his mouth quirks up a little when he sees the way Gamora glares at the animal. ]

Says the friend who implied I might end up poisoned by our dinner.

[ so, you know. about par for the course. ]

[godslay]

[ Gamora's eyes flick up to Peter as she skewers the second fruit, unimpressed. ]

Your point?

[ clearly he just needs to learn to take a joke. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

That all my friends are rough around the edges.

[ And he lifts up a smaller piece from the pile, tossing it over to the creature. ]

[godslay]

[ Ducky seems mollified by the extra fruit, and he returns to pecking at it.

Gamora just rolls her eyes at Peter. ]

Or something like that.

I hope you don't intend to bring him back with us.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter snorts out a derisive laugh, pulling the piece of fruit from the fire. ]

Of course not. Where would I even put him?

[ —which may mean the thought had crossed his mind. ]

[godslay]

[ ... She does pick up on that.

She looks at him a little too skeptically. ]

Nowhere.

[ So wipe the idea from even the barest consideration, Peter. ]

He would get into everything.

[ Even if they had a bigger place, he's clearly a nosy bird-thing. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He rolls his eyes. ]

I already said I wasn't bringing him, Gamora.

[ ... or is he a her? He glances over at Ducky, where it munches happily on the fruit Peter had tossed over. ]

... are you even a he?

[ Naturally, Ducky doesn't answer, but it does crunch through a chunk of its meal. ]

[godslay]

I doubt he cares.

[ He? She? It?

Gamora examines her fruit in the fire, turning it slowly, before glancing back up at Peter. ]

Why did you decide to come along today?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Now that his piece of fruit is cooled enough, he pulls it from the stick. It earns itself another skeptical look, but he takes a small bite into it. Without looking up from his food, he shrugs a shoulder. ]

Boredom? I dunno. It's not like we have much else going on.

[godslay]

[ She gives a quiet hum of acknowledgment. ]

It's oddly undemanding here.

[ No pressing concerns, and getting by is easier – for the most part. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Another small, hesitant bite, and even if it tastes good, Peter is still half-expecting to end up barfing this all up in about an hour or so. ]

Yeah. It's boring.

[ Stated flatly again, as he's turning the fruit over. There's tension in the air, sure, but Peter doesn't have any intention of getting involved in whatever turf war is about to break out. He has no personal stake in it, regardless of whatever the Natha wants them to do with their time here.

And maybe the Guardians need boring. Maybe Peter should see the downtime as a blessing, but Peter needs something to do. Needs to stay occupied, or else his thoughts drift back to the bullshit he's been trying to forget. ]

[godslay]

You are not wrong.

[ It's mostly just day-to-day work, making silver where they can, but... there's a lot of downtime. ]

I've been investigating the fighting rings recently.

[ When she has a spare moment not spent babysitting helping the others. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He glances up from his fruit, eyebrows rising a little in surprise. ]

Really?

[ Well, he supposes that makes sense, but he hadn't pegged Gamora as the fight-for-sport type. ]

[godslay]

[ She gives a shrug. ]

They pay exceptionally well. We could probably move into a larger space if I spend some time there.

[ She's confident she would win her fights, after all, and bringing in the additional silver wouldn't be the worst plan. ]