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.
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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?
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.
[ The temptation to kiss him again is strong, but they're in the middle of a job- in the middle of some dude's treasure vault with a pair of dead guards outside. They really should get out of here. ]
Aside from some random crap for the others? Nothing. You'd think he'd be thoughtful enough to put up a big neon sign that said "Steal this thing!"--
[ But then he glances down, sees a tiny little box marked "Jittania" on the bottom shelf, covered in dust and positively dwarfed by the other boxes around it. He kneels and opens it, revealing something not too dissimilar to an Egyptian scarab. It seems to be made of some sort of deep red metal, and it doesn't glow, exactly, but there's definitely some sort of faint light emitting from it. ]
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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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[ 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.
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[ He brushes past her and says with a smirk, ] Get yourself something nice. It's on me.
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[ She heads in among the crates, going in the opposite direction as him, glancing at labels as she goes. ]
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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?
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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?
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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.
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Can I keep it? Pleeeease?
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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.
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Alright, I admit defeat. I don't see why we shouldn't take it off this guy's hands.
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Thanks.
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... We should, uh. We should probably get back to work and get out of here.
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So, uh. What have you found?
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[ But then he glances down, sees a tiny little box marked "Jittania" on the bottom shelf, covered in dust and positively dwarfed by the other boxes around it. He kneels and opens it, revealing something not too dissimilar to an Egyptian scarab. It seems to be made of some sort of deep red metal, and it doesn't glow, exactly, but there's definitely some sort of faint light emitting from it. ]
... Nevermind. Pretty sure I found it.
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