( 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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Comments

[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. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He pauses, picking off another piece from his fruit. ]

I don't think we're hurting for space, honestly.

[ They lived pretty comfortably on the Milano for those couple of months without more than some mild complaints. ]

[godslay]

Just because we can exist like this, doesn't mean we would not benefit for more room individually.

[ Privacy. Personal space.

What a strange concept. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He falls quiet, chewing slowly. The issue of space hadn't been one for Peter, considering he's used to small spaces and close quarters. ]

I could take up jobs with Cree. It'd give me something to do, and if you really wanna move on...

[godslay]

[ She pauses, considering him over the fire for a moment. ]

What do you mean by "move on?"

[ Because that phrasing seems... odd, potentially different from what Gamora means. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He pauses again, uncertain, and he shrugs his shoulders, taking on an unconcerned tone. ]

I dunno. Like, move on to a bigger space, like you said. Or if— I mean—

[ Another pause, as he's trying to figure out a way to phrase this as noncommittally as possible. He stares down at the fruit in his hands, as if some answer might form in the bright red flesh. ]

I mean, nothing's obligating us to stay together, so...

[godslay]

[ Some of her usual levelness slips to be replaced by a disapproving frown. ]

Why wouldn't we stay together?

[ Said like the very idea of separating is absurd. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

Well, I mean, it's...

[ He struggles with how to put this into words. ]

It's like, back home, we had work keeping us together. And lately, here, we're all kind of doing our own thing, right? So...

[ A vague wave of his hand, as if that might help his point. ]

[godslay]

And?

[ She prompts him insistently, like that isn't a good enough reason.

(Because it's not. They aren't together because of convenience.) ]

Do you think we would be better apart?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Wow, okay, Gamora seems like she's actually offended that they might need a breather from one another, and he lifts a hand in a placating manner. ]

I'm just saying, we have the option for some time apart, so I wouldn't be surprised if anyone took it.

[ Mantis apparently had, for instance, and he didn't blame her in the slightest. ]