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Don't start things you can't finish, Peter.

Oh, you're on, then.

How's your schedule lookin' for some time this week? I'll give you a sec if you need to call a secretary.

No need. I'm ready to go right now.

That eager, huh?

I mean, hey. [ He spreads his hands, taking a step toward the door. Definitely a challenge. ] If you're that eager to get shown up? Far be it from me to stop you.

[ She smirks, placing her SMG back in her digistruct device as she follows after him. ]

Peter, Peter. You poor thing. Try not to cry when I trounce you.

Oh, big talk from the mighty Siren. But can she walk the walk? The adoring public demands an answer.

You sure you don't wanna back out now, Maya? I promise I'll only make fun'a' you a little bit.

You talk an awfully big game. If I recall correctly, I saved your bacon the last time we did this.

Beginner's luck, kid. That, and I was giving you the confidence boost. Pretty helpful for the first day jitters in this hellhole.

[ She gives a pretty dramatic roll of her eyes. ]

Right. Come on, you.

[ Away to the tunnels? ]

Let it be known I wasn't lookin' to embarrass you when I came to see you. All I wanted to do was say a quick thanks and take my leave. You've got no one to blame but yourself for this.

[ to the tunnels!! ]

Look, if you're having second thoughts, you don't have to come. I can kill monsters all by myself.

Second thoughts? Me? Nah. I never second guess myself.

Mostly because I don't think enough to expend precious brain power on reviewin' my decisions.

[ She laughs. ] Well, at least you're honest about it.

[ It takes a little longer to get to the tunnels these days, thanks to the giant hole they all live in now, but eventually they head down into the dim light. Maya fishes her pistol out of her digistruct device and holsters it on her hip, just in case. ]

[ For Peter's part, he triggers on his mask the moment they head down the first few steps, blue light flaring to life and disappearing, leaving metal in its wake. It doesn't help much for the darkness, but it's better than his normal vision, at the very least. That, and it's badass. Makes him feel badass, and that's an admission he'll never make aloud.

His blasters are always holstered at his hips -- at this point, he never leaves his housing block without them -- and at this point he takes up one, leaving his other hand free, just in case. ]

Last call for backin' out, Siren. No one will think any less of you. 'Cept me. Because I'll be laughing.

[ She gives him a Look, tattoos shimmering in a way that seems almost threatening. ]

Not on your life, Star-Lord.

[ -- Damn, that's seriously cool. He wishes he had light-up tattoos. He grins in return, and though it goes hidden behind his mask, his amusement shines through in his voice. ]

Save that moxie for the beasties, Maya.

[ The first few feet into the tunnels are quiet, but Peter doesn't drop his guard. More than a few times he had been caught off guard by some creature that only shimmered into view seconds before jumping him, and only his reflexes were enough to save him. They're not mistakes he cares to repeat. ]

[ Peter with light-up tattoos would be a sight to see- but keep dreaming. Being a Siren is a ladies-only sort of club.

Maya has her little orb of light up- because seriously fuck the dark- and she's keeping an eye out. Something slithers off to the side, but vanishes into the shadows before she can get a bead on it. Ugh, snaky things are always the worst. ]

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[ He catches the movement too, but-- seeing as how it's not immediately leaping at them, he holds his fire. The calm before the inevitable shitstorm is always the worst part, he thinks. Once the first shot goes off? That's when hell breaks loose. That's when things get fun.

Or painful. It depends on the day, really.

There's more slithering movement, he thinks, or at least the quiet brush of stone and dirt being moved through and aside. Peter grabs up his second blaster. You know, just in case. ]

[ Not for the first time, Maya hears a familiar noise in the tunnels- a sort of low trill coming from further down, where the slithering sounds seem to be moving to. She's gotten used to seeing skags around- a little taste of home- but this sound is enough to make her stop walking. ]

I... know that noise.

[ -- Okay, the way she sort of stops in her tracks? Makes him a little nervous. ]

That doesn't seem like a happy face. I've gotta assume "I know that noise" is bad.

I guess it... sort of depends. I'm pretty sure that's a thresher- big wormy thing with tentacles. It's just that some threshers are more deadly than others, and I'm not sure what kind we're gonna find.

Hey, maybe we'll luck out and find a nice, cuddly one. One with a sunny disposition and who only wants to learn how to love.

Stranger things have happened.

[ No, they haven't. ]

I'm not keen on letting a thresher learn to love me in any capacity. I have a friend who lost an arm to one of those things. And a leg. And an eye, too, I think.

I mean, it was several stories tall, so I don't think we'll have to worry about something like that in a small space like this.

But I'm just saying.

... Oh, cool. 'Cause up until right then, I was worried. Now I feel a whole lot better.

Thanks, Maya.

As long as we keep our distance, we'll be fine. Just go for the eyes and the tentacles and---

[ She only has a split second to realize what's coming next. She feels a light tug, and she nearly loses her footing as rocks and dust and debris get pulled forward. It's not enough to knock them down or totally suck them forward just yet.

Motherfucking wormhole threshers. ]

Shitshitshit-- [ She turns to Peter, grabbing him by the arm. ] Run.

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