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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2015-04-28 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And to think, for a while there, he really thought she was capable of acting like a rational human being. He also thought he was to old to be naive, but apparently he's wrong on both counts.

Apparently being treated like a fucking goddess for her entire life has made the Siren incapable of seeing reason. Who would've thought? And now she apparently has fucking mind control, which he didn't think was possible. What the hell else is she hiding?

Well. Peter doesn't really care. All he knows is he's getting his ass off this planet the first chance he gets. ]
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2015-04-29 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Dumb luck and wits, it is.

Peter manages to slip past the guards to get out of that fucking Abbey -- it's pretty much Thievery 101, being able to sneak around without being seen. Once he's out, he doesn't expect to be stopped, but neither is he so brazen as to publicize the fact that he wasn't meant to be out by his onesies. Still, the hardest part was leaving, but with that done, who gives a shit, right? After all, what would the Siren care if he left? He's nothing to her except a punching bag and a meat shield, and she has more than enough of those at her disposal.

... Except not even a half hour later, he notices there are more guards and warriors patrolling the area than was ever normal before, and he has the sudden realization that they're looking for him. Jesus fucking Christ, is this woman for real? She really wants to keep him on a tight leash, apparently, and he has no fucking clue why -- especially since she'd recently made it clear that he was an annoyance and a sack of crap to her.

But the guards are easy enough to avoid; their movements and tactics are predictable, and Peter's used to avoiding the authorities, has been well-versed in utilizing alleys and dark corners since he was orphaned at nine-years-old. He slips past all of them again and finds himself at the hangar.

In a different world, Peter would have been gifted his ship after years of improvement and hard work, after showing himself capable of being up to no good. In this world, Peter stole his ship -- and it was, in fact, the best thing he had ever stolen for himself ever. It's a small thing, orange and blue and silver, meant more for short jaunts than intergalactic travel, but he modded the hell out of his baby, made it spaceworthy and his. He grins for the first time in a long while when he spots his ship, relieved they hadn't dismantled it for parts, and after a careful glance around the hangar, he darts toward it.

Almost homefree. ]
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2015-04-29 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Fuck.

As vulnerable as he is like this, as much power as the Siren has at her disposal, he still imbues his gaze and his voice with as much vitriol as he can. ]


Was it not obvious? I'm getting the fuck out of here.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2015-04-29 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Pretty sure that agreement became null and void when you brought mind control to the goddamn table.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2015-04-29 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
That was my fault? Holy shit. You know, most people blame their parents for how fucking crazy they turn out.

You need a shitton of fucking therapy, lady.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2015-04-29 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This literally isn't getting him anywhere, so he takes a deep breath to calm himself. And then he counts to five. And then he does it again. ]

Look. You obviously don't like me, and you obviously don't like the fact that I am calling you on some clearly deeply-ingrained shit. So why not get rid of two birds with one stone, huh? Just let me go. I'll get out of your hair, and you can go back to ruling your little planet, and we can both be the happier for it.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2015-04-30 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That actually makes a chill go through his blood, but he tries as best as he can to keep calm. If he loses his shit again, she'll lose hers, and her angry-gun is a lot more powerful than his. ]

Why do you even want me here? You obviously-- [ No. Don't presume. She doesn't like that. ] --I mean, seems to me you hate my guts.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2015-04-30 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This is becoming a Thing, isn't it?

He slams into the unyielding metal with a choked-off cry, and when he falls to the ground he just-- lies there, breathing through the ache. His bruises from their last bout still haven't healed up, despite his near constant icing, so aggravating them all over again? Not fun.

Eventually he pushes himself up, sits back against his ship. When he speaks, he's equal parts angry and tired. ]


What the hell do you even want from me?
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2015-04-30 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He licks his lips as he watches her carefully -- her temper has alawys been short, little more than a rubberband ready to snap, and they're quickly approaching that point, he thinks. Even her displays of power by flinging him into his ship was just par for the course, as far as Peter was concerned.

The Siren always seems so sure of her every move. Even when she makes fucked up decisions, she at least seems to be set in them. This, though, with her freely admitting she doesn't know why she's kept him alive, is dangerous new territory. ]


Maybe-- [ He says it too softly, at first, then clears his throat and tries again; he does his best to keep his voice level and calm. ] Maybe-- you're tired of people sucking up to you. I don't know. Maybe you want someone around who will tell you when it's wrong to kill a little kid.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2015-04-30 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He gets to his feet slowly, rolling out his shoulders. His eyes flick to the ship behind him, and he thinks, I could make a run for it, try to get onboard and gun the engines. But with the close call just then-- should he risk it? She'd kill him for sure, or she'd make good on her threats on a fate worse than death.

Peter fancies himself brave, on occasion, but he's also smart enough to be picky about his battles. It's been abundantly clear that Maya won this one the second she popped him up in her phaselock.

After a long moment, he forces himself to take one dragging step after her, then another, before he's at his usual place behind her, to her right.

He grumbles, ]
You don't pay me enough for this. [ but there's no heat to it -- just a flat, tired observation. ]
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2015-04-30 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Why do I get the feeling that "negotiate" actually means "throw you around a room until you agree with me"? [ And there's a bitterness there he can't quite mask. ]
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2015-04-30 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He stops when she does, and try as he might to examine her face, he can't get a feel for what she's thinking.

Peter's a pretty shitty mercenary, honestly. For most guys, the idea of a higher wage would mollify them, get them to shut up. But Maya's offer falls flat with him; he's suddenly realized he has a moral code, when he thought he'd lost that damn thing a long time ago. And she's right, in a way -- the thing with the kid has fucked this whole deal up pretty badly.

(A part of him says he's upset because killing children is fucked up. That's easy enough reasoning. But deep down, there's a selfish part of him saying he's upset that if she can kill kids without batting an eye, then there's no way in hell he's as safe as he once thought he was.)

He gives up trying to get a read on her. Instead, he puts on his own poker face, shoulders set and back straight. ]


I'd prefer we set an end date to my contract instead of you trying to buy me off.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2015-05-01 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ He nearly walks right into her when she spins abruptly, and he jumps back in surprise. That was-- well. It's about the reaction he expected, actually, so he takes on that calm demeanor again. Or as best as he can, anyway -- she's making him nervous. ]

... I'm pretty sure we both know I wasn't in the hangar just for fun.

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