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WHO: Star-Lord Peter Quill and whoever!
WHERE: Heropa and elsewhere
WHEN: Feb 24th to the 27th
WHAT: CHERRY BOMMMMMMB er that is mind clone shenanigans
WARNINGS: violence idk


[ One of the perks of working in a pawn shop is the sheer amount of stuff available to Peter at any given moment. Tape decks, record players, random appliances -- whatever he needs, it's practically at his fingertips.

It's why he has a sheathed knife tucked behind him, hidden beneath his jacket.

This morning he left the house angry and annoyed, with a weird pressure building behind his temples. It was like waking up, knowing he had dreamt, but forgetting entirely what he dreamt about -- and it was seriously pissing him off. He spent most of the morning with that weird feeling just beyond his reach, and then something clicked into focus. It was so friggin' obvious: the imPorts were the problem.

And he had itched for something to hold in his hand after that revelation, and only something sharp and lethal seemed to do the trick; he wishes he had knowledge enough of poisons to coat the blade in something, but this will have to suffice for now.

After an aborted attempt at murder in the pawn shop, Peter's taken to wandering Heropa, then wandering his way into other areas. Any imPort he encounters will be treated to a haughty look, his lip curling in disgust -- and should they make the unfortunate mistake of turning their back on him, Peter will be unsheathing his knife and lunging at them. ]

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for charlie maxwell;

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[ Peter Quill is in a shit mood.

Like, more shit than his usual shit moods.

Like, he seriously might actually punch someone, shit mood.

He woke up with a strange pulsing in his head, the sort of sharp ache reserved exclusively for hangovers, only he hadn't even had the satisfaction of a long night of drinking. Weirdly enough, he still ends up clocking in at work; something about staying in the government-provided housing just didn't sit well with him. But as he sits behind the counter, the throb reverberates in his temples, travels down his neck, makes his fingertips itch.

For lack of anything better to do and in hopes of expending that weird, antsy feeling, he's actually working, cleaning the swords and knives they have on display. He's evidently commandeered one of the tape decks to play his mix tape in the background. ]

[animated]

[ Charlie has been meaning to come talk with Peter for a while now- they haven't spoken since right after the whole bridge incident- but schedules never really aligned.

But he finds himself with an afternoon free and decides he may as well swing by the pawn shop. He gives Peter a little wave as he walks in the door. ]

Wow, look at you. I thought all you did all day was sit around with your feet on the counter.

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[ For a moment, all Peter can muster is a low level glare. ]

'Course I don't. This job is friggin' boring enough as it is.

[animated]

[ He frowns a little, caught off-guard by the look on Peter's face ]

It was just a joke, man. Take it easy.

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[ He huffs out a breath, annoyed; he puts one knife away to grab another, pulling over a sharpening stone. ]

Yeah, comin' in here and sayin' I'm lazy is real hilarious, dude.

[animated]

[ He holds up his hands ]

All right, point taken. Won't happen again.

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[ He glances up from his work, makes a sort of dismissive noise. ]

Yeah, fine, whatever. Did you want something?

[animated]

I came to talk to you about getting some enchanting done.

[ his frown persists as he watches Peter work ]

...You okay? 'Cause I can always come back.

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[ for a moment, Peter keeps working, running the blade along the stone with a quiet snikt -- and it reminds him a little of home, watching Gamora or Drax sharpening their weapons. A quiet pang of homesickness cuts through the bullshit, however briefly, and he sets everything aside to pull a hand through his hair. ]

I-- Sorry. Woke up with a bad headache, is all. Didn't mean to take it out on you.

[animated]

It's fine.

Though I gotta admit, the glare and the knives- that was kind of scary.

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[ he breathes out a tired laugh. ] What, did you think I was gonna stab you?

[animated]

Hey, I don't know. Maybe.

[ but he says it with a playful smile as he approaches the counter and surveys all the knives and things in the case ]

Man, I know where I'm headed if the zombie apocalypse hits.

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[ now that he's not sharpening the knives, he's starting to feel antsy again; he taps his fingers on the counter, vaguely in time with the music playing on his tape deck. ("Come and Get Your Love." Redbone. 1974.) ]

Hell no, dude. Every man for himself. 'Sides. Already have a gentlemen's agreement with the dude at the ammo place -- you haven't even looked at all the guns we have in storage.

Turning on him the first chance I get, though, 'cause I'm pretty sure he's gonna try to take me out.

[animated]

Ouch, okay. I know where I'm not headed if the zombie apocalypse hits.

That aside, I was wondering if I could take a look at these guitars I'm supposed to enchant.

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[ He waves a hand to the side of the shop, where guitars are hanging on the wall in racks; the nicer ones are more prominently displayed, naturally, and the rest are in neat rows. ]

Go nuts, Merlin.

[animated]

[ He gives him a little mock salute ] Thank you, sir.

[ And heads over to the wall, where he takes a look at what's available and begins mentally drawing up plans for enchanting so many objects at once.

Don't mind him, Peter, he's gone to his happy place. ]

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[ the corner of his mouth twitches briefly -- just a hint of a smile -- but it's gone the second Charlie's standing in front of the guitars. He moves the sharpening stone closer to him, sets back to work at maintaining the knives.

It's silent for a while, save for the music of Peter's tape, and it weighs heavily on him, starts dredging up the inexplicable annoyance from earlier. He knows he probably just woke up on the wrong side of the bed today, but a petty part of him just wants to embrace it. Vent it. Fucking roll with it.

Man. Fuck today.

He puffs out a loud breath as he's sheathing the knife, and he stands, walking over to Charlie with his hands in the pockets of his jacket. ]

So. We just, like, staring at these things, or--?

[animated]

Hm? [ He glances at Peter, snapping out of whatever thought he was in the middle of ] Oh, I'm just sort of mapping things out. I can't just wave a magic wand and, poof, no more Stairway to Heaven.

Writing an enchantment is sort of like writing a computer program, and I need to make sure I've accounted for all the variables.

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[ Peter leans against a nearby shelf, looking decidedly unimpressed. ]

Blah blah, boring stuff. Gotcha.

[animated]

[ SIGH ]

One day I'll find someone who appreciates my talents.

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[ Something about that makes Peter sneer a little. ]

You've got an adoring fanbase out there, don't you? [ And as he's speaking, he's gesturing toward the street. ] Pretty sure one of those idiots will listen to your babbling.

[animated]

[ He just. Blinks at him a couple of times, brows knit together in confusion ]

If you recall, I ducked in here trying to avoid my adoring fanbase.

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[ He rolls his eyes. ]

Sure. Like you didn't actually love it.

[animated]

... I don't actually love it.

What's this about?

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[ Peter frowns, and for a bit there, he just feels-- annoyed. Pissed, like he has all morning. For a second, he tries to voice it (angry scared you can't trust them you can't trust anyone you have to deal with it), but those feelings don't make any fucking sense.

He scrubs at his face. ]

I don't fucking know.

[ And still that constant pulse in his head, low and just there enough to ache. He grimaces, makes a frustrated noise. ]

Christ. I dunno, sorry.