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[ She valiantly pretends that she didn't hear that and focuses on the wall until she's finished. When she steps back to join him, she's finally got her blushing under control. ]
All this just to open a door. This had better be worth it.
All this just to open a door. This had better be worth it.
As long as no one gets Mister Torgue involved, I think the planet is safe. Can't say much for the fate of Sanctuary though.
[ The wall is positively glowing at this point-- and for a few seconds, nothing happens, and Peter is about to express his annoyance with a few choice words (mostly containing "fuck" and "shit" and "god dammit,") when a slight tremor in the floor alerts him to movement.
The wall recedes slightly, then slides left, and Peter sighs with relief when it reveals a normal, if not overly large, vault door. ]
And here I was expecting fifteen more dudes.
The wall recedes slightly, then slides left, and Peter sighs with relief when it reveals a normal, if not overly large, vault door. ]
And here I was expecting fifteen more dudes.
-- Mister Torgue? I didn't meet him already, did I?
Fifteen more dudes and a gaudy chandelier.
But let's get cracking- I'm ready to be done with this place.
But let's get cracking- I'm ready to be done with this place.
No. He runs one of the weapons manufacturers that do business here on Pandora. All Torgue weapons fire explosive ammunition- it's kind of their schtick.
He's... very enthusiastic, but I think you might actually like him.
He's... very enthusiastic, but I think you might actually like him.
[ He moves the vault door, and expects to have to listen at the door to unlock it-- but it opens up easily. Clearly the guy was expecting all the previous challenges to stop any would-be robbers.
... And the door reveals a huge room with crates, not unlike the one shown at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark, which makes Peter mutter, ] "Top. Men."
[ If nothing else, the guy has shown himself to be anally organized, if the plaques signifying what sector the items in each aisle hailed from is any indication. ]
Okay, we were looking for a Jittanian artifact, right? And at this point we're agreed to help ourselves to anything else that seems worth taking.
... And the door reveals a huge room with crates, not unlike the one shown at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark, which makes Peter mutter, ] "Top. Men."
[ If nothing else, the guy has shown himself to be anally organized, if the plaques signifying what sector the items in each aisle hailed from is any indication. ]
Okay, we were looking for a Jittanian artifact, right? And at this point we're agreed to help ourselves to anything else that seems worth taking.
[ That just makes Maya roll her eyes and mutter back, ] Thanks, Indy.
[ It's a lot bigger in here than she was expecting, so thank god for anal-retentive labeling schemes ] After all the shit we've gone through to get here? You bet we are.
[ It's a lot bigger in here than she was expecting, so thank god for anal-retentive labeling schemes ] After all the shit we've gone through to get here? You bet we are.
Enthusiastic. Gun manufacturer. Stuff about explosives.
... What I'm basically hearing is keep Rocket the hell away from him. Got it.
... What I'm basically hearing is keep Rocket the hell away from him. Got it.
We should probably split up. Cover more ground.
[ He brushes past her and says with a smirk, ] Get yourself something nice. It's on me.
[ He brushes past her and says with a smirk, ] Get yourself something nice. It's on me.
Thanks, dear. You're so sweet.
[ She heads in among the crates, going in the opposite direction as him, glancing at labels as she goes. ]
[ She heads in among the crates, going in the opposite direction as him, glancing at labels as she goes. ]
Just don't let him go to the Badass Crater of Badassitude and we'll be good.
[ For his part, Peter starts whistling the tune from "The Walker" as he examines the shelves. It would seem their illustrious host is an avid collector of artifacts. Peter's pretty sure most of the stuff in here is invaluable, but never being one to remember a lot regarding galactic history, it's pretty much lost on him.
He passes by shelves of artwork and religious totems and weaponry, keeping an eye out for the artifact they were meant to find for their buyer and anything else that might look interesting. What he ends up with are two knives for Drax and Gamora, an etching of some alien flower for Groot, and a small, flat device the size of his palm for Rocket. He has no idea what it is, but he figures Rocket would find it interesting. All of it tucks easily into his coat and lies flush against his chest.
Also, Peter is secretly amused by the idea of treating the vault as a giftshop, but that's neither here nor there. ]
Any luck over there?
He passes by shelves of artwork and religious totems and weaponry, keeping an eye out for the artifact they were meant to find for their buyer and anything else that might look interesting. What he ends up with are two knives for Drax and Gamora, an etching of some alien flower for Groot, and a small, flat device the size of his palm for Rocket. He has no idea what it is, but he figures Rocket would find it interesting. All of it tucks easily into his coat and lies flush against his chest.
Also, Peter is secretly amused by the idea of treating the vault as a giftshop, but that's neither here nor there. ]
Any luck over there?
Badass Crater-- [ He pauses. ] You're messing with me, right? There's no way that's a real thing.
Oh, it's a real thing. He held some kind of televised competition there. That was a good time.
[ She actually stops and smiles to herself when she hears him whistling. It's nice to know he really does appreciate her present.
She's poking around through shelves and crates, and man there are lots of things she would love to take, but since they only have Peter's pockets to get them out of here, most of it stays where it is. ]
Not yet-- oh. That is lovely. [ There is a pistol sitting behind a few other odds and ends, obviously forgotten, but for Maya she may as well have hit the jackpot. She takes it up carefully and dusts it off ] Where were you ten minutes ago?
She's poking around through shelves and crates, and man there are lots of things she would love to take, but since they only have Peter's pockets to get them out of here, most of it stays where it is. ]
Not yet-- oh. That is lovely. [ There is a pistol sitting behind a few other odds and ends, obviously forgotten, but for Maya she may as well have hit the jackpot. She takes it up carefully and dusts it off ] Where were you ten minutes ago?
I know, right? [ she laughs again ]
Well, then, how would you like to spend the rest of the evening?
Well, then, how would you like to spend the rest of the evening?
[ Oh, now that sounds interesting. Peter wanders over to see what Maya's found, and he whistles appreciatively. ]
That’s a pretty little gun. [ He glances at Maya and raises a brow. ] Careful. You’re gonna make me jealous with the way you’re staring.
That’s a pretty little gun. [ He glances at Maya and raises a brow. ] Careful. You’re gonna make me jealous with the way you’re staring.
[ She turns to him and bats her eyelashes. ]
Can I keep it? Pleeeease?
Can I keep it? Pleeeease?
[ He doesn't miss a beat-- ] In a bed with you, mapping out your tattoos with my tongue.
[ He pauses again, then has the decency to at least pretend to look abashed. ] Sorry, did I say that out loud?
[ He pauses again, then has the decency to at least pretend to look abashed. ] Sorry, did I say that out loud?
[ In that moment, Maya's thought processes suddenly go alkjdkjghsigd ]
... Yes, you did.
... Yes, you did.
[ His expression turns Very Serious. ]
Maya, you know keeping a weapon like that is a big responsibility. You'll have to clean it and maintain it, and what'll happen when you get tired of it? It'll all fall on me.
Maya, you know keeping a weapon like that is a big responsibility. You'll have to clean it and maintain it, and what'll happen when you get tired of it? It'll all fall on me.
[ His answering shrug is sheepish, as if to say, "Eh, what can you do?" ]
Whoops.
Whoops.
No, I promise I'll take care of it. I will!
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