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riverview2017-08-08 01:57 pm
nostalgiabomb) wrote in riverview2017-08-08 01:57 pm
Entry tags:
- marvel (616): loki laufeyson,
- marvel (mcu): gamora,
- marvel (mcu): peter quill,
- marvel (mcu): tony stark,
- ✖ chb chronicles: nico di angelo,
- ✖ dc comics (rebirth): jason todd,
- ✖ dc comics (sandman): death,
- ✖ marvel (mcu): stephen strange,
- ✖ natsume yuujinchou: takashi natsume,
- ✖ original: jamie dodger,
- ✖ osomatsu-san: karamatsu matsuno,
- ✖ overwatch: genji shimada,
- ✖ overwatch: hana song,
- ✖ the idolmaster (cg): arisu tachibana,
- ✖ vikings: ivar ragnarsson
video; @star.lord
[ Distinguished and not-so distinguished residents of Riverview, hello.
Currently, you are graced with a mugshot of one Peter “Space-Duke” Quill and a view of the messier half of his shared apartment. In his hand is his trusty mp3 player – which boasts at least three hundred songs, holy crap, y’all – and while he has one bud in his ear, the other dangles from the wire. ]
So. Apparently if nothing else, this place has, like, all the music ever. So if I’ve gotta be stuck here, might as well make the most of it, right?
I’m on the hunt for somethin’ new. Tryin’ to play a whole lot of catch up. If anyone’s got any music recommendations, I’m all ears. Songs, artists, albums, weird, avant-garde stuff with a guy saying “number nine” over and over – hit me with your best shot. I’ll try anything once.
Also, uh.
[ A pause, and he turns the mp3 player’s face toward the camera. The screen happily displays the album art of The Best of Earth, Wind & Fire, Vol. 1 while “September” plays. Zunes, man!! Aren’t they rad? ]
Don’t suppose anyone here’s familiar enough with this that they can show me how to add stuff?
Currently, you are graced with a mugshot of one Peter “Space-Duke” Quill and a view of the messier half of his shared apartment. In his hand is his trusty mp3 player – which boasts at least three hundred songs, holy crap, y’all – and while he has one bud in his ear, the other dangles from the wire. ]
So. Apparently if nothing else, this place has, like, all the music ever. So if I’ve gotta be stuck here, might as well make the most of it, right?
I’m on the hunt for somethin’ new. Tryin’ to play a whole lot of catch up. If anyone’s got any music recommendations, I’m all ears. Songs, artists, albums, weird, avant-garde stuff with a guy saying “number nine” over and over – hit me with your best shot. I’ll try anything once.
Also, uh.
[ A pause, and he turns the mp3 player’s face toward the camera. The screen happily displays the album art of The Best of Earth, Wind & Fire, Vol. 1 while “September” plays. Zunes, man!! Aren’t they rad? ]
Don’t suppose anyone here’s familiar enough with this that they can show me how to add stuff?
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So I am from the future for you... it's 2017 for me. 'Least, last I checked it was. Any good reason you're having trouble remembering?
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[ As for the question, Peter lifts a shoulder in a quick shrug. ] I don’t really have a reason to keep track of time on Earth. I haven’t been back there in a while.
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[That's a thing, right? Not like Dodger's world has much in terms of space travel... they haven't sorted out their own affairs enough to contact other planets.]
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Star-Lord.
[ —wait, no, that’s not what the guy is saying. ]
But, yeah. I don’t live on Earth. Easier to say I do a lot of traveling.
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[That... just puts a grin on his face. That's fucking adorable.]
Is that a military title?
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(good thing Dodger can’t see the notebook tucked away on Peter’s desk, where, in moments of boredom, he’s doodled “Star-Lord” over and over in different kinds of block lettering across a couple of pages.)
To Peter’s credit, he only bristles a little. ]
It’s a call sign.
[ Well, it was Peter’s attempt at an outlaw name for a little while there, but considering he’s turned over a new leaf, he can’t really consider himself as infamous as Black Bart or the Sundance Kid. ]
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[Now he's just snickering. This is so cute, it's like talking to a middle-classed kid that thinks they're a gangster.]
So, what did you do back home, Star-Lord?
[He doesn't mean to be condescending, really, just... Star-Lord. Jesus Christ.]
that is the best reason for an edit i've ever seen
Kinda do a bit of everything.
[ This, at least, comes easily enough. ]
Reacquisition of goods. Tracking down wanted criminals at a premium. Averting and-slash-or defending against interplanetary catastrophe.
[ So— thieving. Bounty hunting
Guarding the Galaxy. ]
The same kinda shit any guy gets up to on a Saturday afternoon, you know?
takes a bow
[If anything, that earns a bit of Dodger's respect.]
I was an information broker. Did a few hitman jobs, too... whenever the boss wanted me to. Mostly I was in charge of keeping track of what everyone in the city was up to.
[He tips his head.]
If you ever feel like playing on the wrong side of the tracks some more, I bet we could get into some real trouble around here without too many consequences...
[Says the guy currently wearing a power suppressor, under house arrest.]
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That's. Really tempting.
But Peter's supposed to be, like, a good guy, now. A Guardian of the Galaxy and everything, and squeaky-clean rap sheets to match. But Peter's not a saint, and the siren call of cold, hard cash still affects him the same as it ever has. And, really, like— does it count if he's not in his own galaxy?
Oof. Something to consider.
(He glances up to where his roommate, Gamora, sits, cleaning viscera from her sword. He wonders if she's listening.) ]
... I'll think about it.
[ A pause, then, ]
Mind if I ask you a personal question?
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Go ahead. Can't guarantee you'll like the answer.
[He considers himself an honest man, when it comes down to it. Private, manipulative, but honest.]
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He points at his own neck. ]
What's with the neckwear?
[ because man, it's distracting. ]
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[Which is an answer, technically, but... sure, he'll give you a serious answer.]
Remember how I mentioned my dog getting busted up? Same guy got me framed for a fight with him. [Shrug?] The collar stops me from using any superhuman abilities. Or leaving the residential building.
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Jeez. This guy's seriously got it out for you, huh?
[ And then, the next very important question: ]
You've got super powers?
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[And, technically, he still hasn't ended up with jail time so he doesn't care too much... it's just embarrassing.]
And yeah, I've got super powers - I'd show off if this damn thing wasn't on me, but I guess you'll just have to imagine. Most folks playing on the wrong side of the law back home have something like that up their sleeves, or they don't last too long.
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Okay, sure, obviously you can't actually, like, do the stuff, but what can you do?
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[And a whole laundry list of other things, but those are the ones that he's willing to share off the bat.]
Which... is a bitch, since I had to learn how to use cigarette lighters this week.
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[ Peter Quill, the man from space, getting hype as hell about super powers. No big deal. ]
How much longer do you have to wear that thing?
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[He rolls his eyes.]
I'll win him over sooner or later - until then he babysits me any time I step out of the residential building. It's annoying for everyone.
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[ Not that Peter knows the first thing about that job, considering he never stuck around long enough in jail to ever be tried or anything. ]
That seriously sucks, dude. Good luck with that— [ A vague gesture of his hand. ] —giant mess.
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[Roll credits.]
Just too bad seduction's out of the list of possible solutions. He made that pretty fuckin' clear.
[His stomach still hurts sometimes, where it had gotten kicked.]
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Have you tried booze? Sweets? Sweet-talking? General bribery?
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[At least he can laugh about it.]
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Maybe if you're just really nice to him, he'll cut you some slack. Compliment his eyes or something. That tends to go over well.
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[But hell, if they're gonna talk about cute boys he may as well show him what they're up against. So Peter gets sent a photo of Reaper that Dodger's taken, showing that particular red glow that warns Reaper is very, very done with his shit. Probably because he'd explicitly told him not to take a photo.]
If you meet him, you could always see about making friends with him. Y'know, for me.
[He has such a huge crush on him. And dear lord is it obvious - everything about him seems to soften the longer Reaper stays the topic of conversation.]
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