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- marvel (616): natasha romanov,
- marvel (mcu): gamora,
- marvel (mcu): peter quill,
- marvel (mcu): tony stark,
- marvel (tv): skye,
- star wars: rey,
- ✖ angel sanctuary: alexiel,
- ✖ homestuck: dave strider,
- ✖ original: rosalina nurumi,
- ✖ original: the tetherer,
- ✖ overwatch: genji shimada,
- ✖ overwatch: hana song
video; @star.lord
[ INT. Shared Housing, Floor 13, Room 4 – Very Late Night.
We open on a shot of the living space in one of the many shared housing units. It's dark in the messy room, with a couple of red jackets tossed onto the backs of chairs. Nearby, soft snores are audible.
In frame is a small, wooden creature, his giant eyes squinting with concentration as he stares at the screen. An old, beat-up mp3 player and a Sony Walkman sit beside him on the coffee table. The little creature mumbles a tiny, irritated— ]
I am Groot?
[ —in the same tone of voice someone else might use to ask, “How the hell do you work this thing?” He pokes at the screen fruitlessly for a while, but soon enough, his eyes light up as he shoves his hand forward one last time.
Suddenly, “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap” by the illustrious AC/DC shrieks over stereo speakers.
DONE. DIRT. CHEAP.
Sorry about your beauty sleep, Floor 13. And probably Floors 12 and 14.
The sapling yelps, scrambling and panicking to figure out how to stop this crazy thing, just as a sleep-tousled Star-Lord stumbles into frame, flicking on a light. Barely audible over the music, ]
Groot, what are you—?
[ Busted.
Peter picks up the device, sees that it’s recording, and he grimaces. ]
Oh, son of a—
[ Which is when the feed and the music both cut out. ]
We open on a shot of the living space in one of the many shared housing units. It's dark in the messy room, with a couple of red jackets tossed onto the backs of chairs. Nearby, soft snores are audible.
In frame is a small, wooden creature, his giant eyes squinting with concentration as he stares at the screen. An old, beat-up mp3 player and a Sony Walkman sit beside him on the coffee table. The little creature mumbles a tiny, irritated— ]
I am Groot?
[ —in the same tone of voice someone else might use to ask, “How the hell do you work this thing?” He pokes at the screen fruitlessly for a while, but soon enough, his eyes light up as he shoves his hand forward one last time.
Suddenly, “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap” by the illustrious AC/DC shrieks over stereo speakers.
DONE. DIRT. CHEAP.
Sorry about your beauty sleep, Floor 13. And probably Floors 12 and 14.
The sapling yelps, scrambling and panicking to figure out how to stop this crazy thing, just as a sleep-tousled Star-Lord stumbles into frame, flicking on a light. Barely audible over the music, ]
Groot, what are you—?
[ Busted.
Peter picks up the device, sees that it’s recording, and he grimaces. ]
Oh, son of a—
[ Which is when the feed and the music both cut out. ]
no subject
Aside from him losing a limb.
Or accidentally starting a fight.
Or both.]
Not interested. You have, what? Blasters?
[She wasn't really interested in weapons, more so of ships and creating new things.]
You basically aim and pull the trigger, that's it.
no subject
[ He's one hell of a marksman, if he says so himself. ]
Sure, anyone can pull a trigger. But that's like saying "anyone can use a knife." Sure, it's true, but that doesn't mean you do it well.
[ But he shrugs after a second. ]
But, hey. What do I know? I mean, I've only been using these guns for, like, two-thirds of my life.
no subject
There isn't much of an art to them. [Especially when the Stormtroopers using them couldn't hit--which is a good thing. Just, better someone aim away from her and her friends.]
So...you're been using it for twenty years then?
[Is she calling him old? ....Possibly. Just...maybe.]
Do you know how to use anything other than blasters?
no subject
Guns are sort of my thing. I can basically use whatever you put into my hands.
no subject
Uh-huh. [Yeah he's not getting his hands on her saber.]
But they're very.....one note? [Kind of? At least from what she's seen.
Okay, they should do a cultural exchange. Start with weapons and then work to...food maybe.]
Okay maybe if you show me what you can do....I'll do the same.
no subject
Main barrel is plasma. Bottom barrel is electricity. I can fire them off individually with these two triggers— [ And he indicates them with his free hand. ] Top one’s lethal force, bottom is for stunning, obviously.
But I can use both triggers if I’m facing someone really nasty. The shots pack a bigger punch, that way.
[ He’s not going to fire the guns off in a public park, though, which is why he returns the blaster to his holster. ]
I’ve been trained with rifles and blasters basically all my life. I’m kind of an expert.
no subject
Interesting... [And the way the blasters are designed make it easier to grip, hold, and probably a lot more balanced than just a single point-and-shoot weapon.] How often do you have to do maintenance work on it?
[Rey is a bit of a skeptical on Peter being an expert, but he has a far better grasp on it than she would. She had her staff for the longest time, and now she a lightsaber...]
I'm used to using a staff to fight, but I learned how to make this work. [She gestured to the lightsaber, still holding it and debating if she should ignite it. He did show her his weapons after all...and if he tried anything, she could use the Force to stop him or throw him back.
She moves back a little bit, placing some space between them and finally ignites the lightsaber. See Peter? It does make the noises and lights up considerably.]
It's a lot different than anything I've held before.