[ Once Maya is in the room, Peter tries to get the guard's attention by aiming a kick at the guy's kidney -- or, well, where a kidney would be, if the guy were human. But he's not, so mostly it just ticks the guy off. He turns toward Peter, unsheathing one of his swords. Clearly he doesn't think Peter warrants the effort to wield both. How insulting.
This is fucking stupid, his mind tells him helpfully as the man lunges at him. What Peter lacks in brute strength, he's had to make up for in speed and instinct -- he dodges the first swipe, sidesteps the second. It's a quick dance, barely more than a few seconds, and Peter is watching his opponent carefully, noting which tiles the guard is stepping on and following his lead, forcing them to circle around.
This is fucking stupid, his mind repeats when the guy tries to elbow him. Peter ducks to the left, but not quick enough, and the blow catches him on the cheekbone, sends him reeling briefly.
This is so. Fucking. Stupid, he thinks one last time, then forcefully and purposefully stomps on a tile.
He has a split second to appreciate how surprised the guard looks before he pushes off and leaps backward toward the gunmetal-grey door. Something falls from the ceiling, and Peter catches the glinting of something sharp and metallic before it falls with a resounding, wet thud that shakes the ground.
For a second, Peter is just sprawled on the ground, trying to catch his breath. Then, he tilts his chin up so he can look at Maya upsidedown. ]
Holy shit, did you see that? Holy shit! Did I look cool?
[ He's going to get himself killed, is the mantra running through her head during the whole ordeal. She's struggling for an idea outside of her phaselock, but she's stretched herself thin and her she needs some time to recuperate.
And then Peter suddenly, brilliantly triggers one of the hallway traps, putting an end to their attacker.
Staring down at him sprawled on the floor, breathing hard and grinning widely, she's never been more attracted to him in all the time she's known him. ]
[ He can't help but laugh -- the adrenaline rush is making him a little giddy -- and still looking at her upside down, points a finger at Maya as if it were a gun. ]
[ He briefly affects his rich boy voice. ] As long as I can have my wicked way with you after this is all over, darling, I shall endeavor to behave.
[ For his part, Peter heads to the far wall, feels along it with the tips of his fingers. It looks like the same type of material in the ballroom -- white, with the inlaid silver swirling patterns, but at this point, Peter wouldn't put it past this guy to have coded in some secret puzzle. ]
Behind the wall is my guess. See if you can find any switches anywhere?
[ He affects the voice again -- mostly for his own amusement. ] Dreadful, didn't I say? Terrible taste, really. And do you remember the fiasco with the chandelier? What an awful party.
[ His fingers are sliding carefully along the wall, and he has a sort of system in mind -- examine a one-foot by one-foot area, find nothing, then move on. He's silent as he focuses on his work, then something catches his eye. That long line is different from the usual pattern, slightly out of place. He runs a finger along it and it lights up, glows a sort of aquamarine. ]
Guess we're supposed to find where the patterns don't match up. [ He notices another and traces it with a fingertip -- again with the same result. ]
Anything to force us to stare at how expensive-looking this crap is, right?
[ After a while, Peter is pretty sure he's got most of his side lit up like a Christmas tree, but the going is tedious, and he's never been a patient person. ]
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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.
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This is fucking stupid, his mind tells him helpfully as the man lunges at him. What Peter lacks in brute strength, he's had to make up for in speed and instinct -- he dodges the first swipe, sidesteps the second. It's a quick dance, barely more than a few seconds, and Peter is watching his opponent carefully, noting which tiles the guard is stepping on and following his lead, forcing them to circle around.
This is fucking stupid, his mind repeats when the guy tries to elbow him. Peter ducks to the left, but not quick enough, and the blow catches him on the cheekbone, sends him reeling briefly.
This is so. Fucking. Stupid, he thinks one last time, then forcefully and purposefully stomps on a tile.
He has a split second to appreciate how surprised the guard looks before he pushes off and leaps backward toward the gunmetal-grey door. Something falls from the ceiling, and Peter catches the glinting of something sharp and metallic before it falls with a resounding, wet thud that shakes the ground.
For a second, Peter is just sprawled on the ground, trying to catch his breath. Then, he tilts his chin up so he can look at Maya upsidedown. ]
Holy shit, did you see that? Holy shit! Did I look cool?
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And then Peter suddenly, brilliantly triggers one of the hallway traps, putting an end to their attacker.
Staring down at him sprawled on the floor, breathing hard and grinning widely, she's never been more attracted to him in all the time she's known him. ]
That was so badass.
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Quill. Peter Quill.
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[ she heads over, offering him a hand up ] We're not out of the woods yet.
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You're okay, right? He didn't get you?
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[ it's got a long tear in it, going all the way up to her hip. Thankfully it's her right leg, so her tattoos are still hidden. ]
I can move a lot better, though.
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Okay, seriously? C'mon. At this point you're doing this stuff on purpose.
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But your restraint is admirable.
[ She gives him a quick peck on the cheek and moves on to inspect the far side of the room ]
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[ Aside from a table with an unfinished card game sitting on top of it, and a couple of chairs, there's not much else around. ]
Is the vault behind the wall or part of the wall or what?
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[ For his part, Peter heads to the far wall, feels along it with the tips of his fingers. It looks like the same type of material in the ballroom -- white, with the inlaid silver swirling patterns, but at this point, Peter wouldn't put it past this guy to have coded in some secret puzzle. ]
Behind the wall is my guess. See if you can find any switches anywhere?
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So she occupies herself with inspecting the wall, running her fingers along the edges of the patterns, looking for something, anything. ]
This guy and his decorating sense are really starting to get on my nerves.
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[ His fingers are sliding carefully along the wall, and he has a sort of system in mind -- examine a one-foot by one-foot area, find nothing, then move on. He's silent as he focuses on his work, then something catches his eye. That long line is different from the usual pattern, slightly out of place. He runs a finger along it and it lights up, glows a sort of aquamarine. ]
Guess we're supposed to find where the patterns don't match up. [ He notices another and traces it with a fingertip -- again with the same result. ]
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[ but after seeing what he's doing, it's fairly easy to spot, and she begins tracing lines as well ]
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[ After a while, Peter is pretty sure he's got most of his side lit up like a Christmas tree, but the going is tedious, and he's never been a patient person. ]
So. We wanna talk about the whip thing?
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[ she's making fairly decent progress herself, but his remark makes her falter a little ]
What about the whip thing?
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Hey, it's fine if you do. I've had weirder toys in the bedroom.
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We're kind of in the middle of a job here!
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After a few more tracings, he steps back from the wall and seems satisfied with his work. ]
You're cute when you blush, by the way.
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All this just to open a door. This had better be worth it.
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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.
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But let's get cracking- I'm ready to be done with this place.
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... 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.
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