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[ Sentimental though she may be, it still makes him grin.
All the same-- ] Careful, dude. Gettin' kinda cavity-inducingly syrupy, here.
All the same-- ] Careful, dude. Gettin' kinda cavity-inducingly syrupy, here.
Was that a-- [ He mimics her gasp. ] --"How did you know?!" gasp? Or was it a-- [ once more ] --"How dare you!" gasp? Hard to tell.
[ Well. That makes her smirk, and she leans in to whisper into his ear. ]
You wouldn't be saying that if you knew just what I think about you and I being alone at the beach, Star-Lord.
You wouldn't be saying that if you knew just what I think about you and I being alone at the beach, Star-Lord.
[ Oh.
Well, he doesn't need to know what she's thinking, because now he's thinking about it, and, yeah, okay, some of these mental images are pretty great, but what if--
He groans a little, moves in to rest his forehead against her shoulder. ]
... So not cool, Goto. I'm literally hurt.
Well, he doesn't need to know what she's thinking, because now he's thinking about it, and, yeah, okay, some of these mental images are pretty great, but what if--
He groans a little, moves in to rest his forehead against her shoulder. ]
... So not cool, Goto. I'm literally hurt.
You don't have to tell me twice, Star-Lord.
And--for what it's worth? Thanks. For this.
[ --just since Kasumi may be a thief, but she's not a total asshole. In any case, the moment they finally open the door to leave, she begins to cloak, and by the time Star-Lord has stepped through the threshold, it's like she was never there.
In the next hour (maybe less), she manages to infiltrate Hock's private quarters by tapping into his security's comm channel, and the first thing she does is hack into his private terminal, siphoning funds from his various off-world accounts (so as not to set off red flags by suddenly taking a huge chunk of money out) and funneling them into the account her would-be assassin specified, first, before taking some for herself. Then she wipes his hard drives of anything to do with Peter Quill or Star-Lord. She wipes any mention of Keiji's or her grayboxes, too, so no one gets the same idea if they come looking through Hock's files. She ends up taking data, though, mostly inventories and locations of Hock's various caches.
After that it's a quick waltz back to his vault's entrance, and she has everything she needs to enter. She'd already cut the power to the laser grid on the way to Hock's quarters, already had a sample of his DNA from--you know, being up close and personal when she killed him--and she already has the password and a recording of Hock's voice from his little spat with Quill.
(The day's password is akai bara, which Kasumi immediately recognizes as Japanese for "red rose," which is no coincidence in the least.)
So getting through the vault is easy. Finding the graybox inside the vault was easy. Getting out? Was fun. By then the mercs had noticed that something was up, and of course the first place they went looking were the exits from the vault.
Unfortunately for them, Kasumi has flashbangs. And a really convincing decoy. And an omni-blade. And also, the gun that killed two presidents, which she'd just stolen from the vault. And she hacks into a couple of their mechs, too, just for fun.
And her getaway vehicle? Hock's very own gunship. Yeah, they don't fuck with her after that.
The moral of the story is, Kasumi Goto is just fine on her own and with a little under an hour. There certainly would have been an easier way to do this, probably, if she enlisted someone else's help and infiltrated the joint at Hock's next soiree or something, but at least this way she's done away with Hock for good and crossed paths with a certain infamous assassin. ]
And--for what it's worth? Thanks. For this.
[ --just since Kasumi may be a thief, but she's not a total asshole. In any case, the moment they finally open the door to leave, she begins to cloak, and by the time Star-Lord has stepped through the threshold, it's like she was never there.
In the next hour (maybe less), she manages to infiltrate Hock's private quarters by tapping into his security's comm channel, and the first thing she does is hack into his private terminal, siphoning funds from his various off-world accounts (so as not to set off red flags by suddenly taking a huge chunk of money out) and funneling them into the account her would-be assassin specified, first, before taking some for herself. Then she wipes his hard drives of anything to do with Peter Quill or Star-Lord. She wipes any mention of Keiji's or her grayboxes, too, so no one gets the same idea if they come looking through Hock's files. She ends up taking data, though, mostly inventories and locations of Hock's various caches.
After that it's a quick waltz back to his vault's entrance, and she has everything she needs to enter. She'd already cut the power to the laser grid on the way to Hock's quarters, already had a sample of his DNA from--you know, being up close and personal when she killed him--and she already has the password and a recording of Hock's voice from his little spat with Quill.
(The day's password is akai bara, which Kasumi immediately recognizes as Japanese for "red rose," which is no coincidence in the least.)
So getting through the vault is easy. Finding the graybox inside the vault was easy. Getting out? Was fun. By then the mercs had noticed that something was up, and of course the first place they went looking were the exits from the vault.
Unfortunately for them, Kasumi has flashbangs. And a really convincing decoy. And an omni-blade. And also, the gun that killed two presidents, which she'd just stolen from the vault. And she hacks into a couple of their mechs, too, just for fun.
And her getaway vehicle? Hock's very own gunship. Yeah, they don't fuck with her after that.
The moral of the story is, Kasumi Goto is just fine on her own and with a little under an hour. There certainly would have been an easier way to do this, probably, if she enlisted someone else's help and infiltrated the joint at Hock's next soiree or something, but at least this way she's done away with Hock for good and crossed paths with a certain infamous assassin. ]
[ She narrows her eyes at him. ] Second one. Also, your gasping needs some work.
[ She lets out a breath that sort of doubles as a little laugh. ] Yeah, well, so am I.
But it's something we can both look forward to, right? We can take a nice, long, walk on the beach at sunset and in the distance behind us, Rocket blows something up, but we just keep going to a nice, secluded part of the beach...
[ Wiiiiink. ]
But it's something we can both look forward to, right? We can take a nice, long, walk on the beach at sunset and in the distance behind us, Rocket blows something up, but we just keep going to a nice, secluded part of the beach...
[ Wiiiiink. ]
Does it?
[ He clears his throat, then gasps. ]
How was that? Better?
[ He clears his throat, then gasps. ]
How was that? Better?
[ It's about then that she can hear Peter start to mumble. If she listens carefully, it sounds a bit like this: ]
Baseball. Kittens. Ice cold showers. Brutes. Harvesters--
[ Yes, Peter. Think unsexy thoughts. ]
Baseball. Kittens. Ice cold showers. Brutes. Harvesters--
[ Yes, Peter. Think unsexy thoughts. ]
[ She just shakes her head. ]
Eh. Sorry, Quill, maybe you're just not quite up to the master's level.
Eh. Sorry, Quill, maybe you're just not quite up to the master's level.
[ He sighs, then shrugs. ]
I'm not much of a gasper, anyway.
When do you wanna meet?
I'm not much of a gasper, anyway.
When do you wanna meet?
[ She cuts him off with another kiss--cautious, tentative--because she doesn't want to aggravate his injuries again, but she still really wants to just kiss him. ]
Moaner, then. Good to know.
[ She gives him a light little pat on his cheek before she slips out of the distance between them. ]
Nightfall. Party doesn't start till the sun goes down.
[ She gives him a light little pat on his cheek before she slips out of the distance between them. ]
Nightfall. Party doesn't start till the sun goes down.
Salaria-- [ Oh, never mind, he's interrupted by her lips on his. Not a terrible way to be interrupted, all things considered. ]
Biter most of the time, actually.
[ He says it as she's slipping past, and he grins as she goes. ]
I'll meet you then.
[ He says it as she's slipping past, and he grins as she goes. ]
I'll meet you then.
[ God, does she want to take this further, because she imagines "Hey, we survived the apocalypse" sex is on a whole other level, but--both of them are injured, possibly too injured, right? But maybe--
Maybe if she just played for a bit, maybe if she ran her tongue along his lower lip, kept running her fingers through his hair just the way she knows he loves it--maybe it would be enough.
As it turns out, it has to be enough, because pain seizes up in Kasumi's arm, having used it to keep herself up for too long. The pained little noise she makes into the kiss says as much, but she doesn't pull away. Maybe if she just keeps on-- ]
Peter--
Maybe if she just played for a bit, maybe if she ran her tongue along his lower lip, kept running her fingers through his hair just the way she knows he loves it--maybe it would be enough.
As it turns out, it has to be enough, because pain seizes up in Kasumi's arm, having used it to keep herself up for too long. The pained little noise she makes into the kiss says as much, but she doesn't pull away. Maybe if she just keeps on-- ]
Peter--
[ Shit, no, that's definitely not enough, and he makes a small noise at the back of his throat, weirdly needy and desperate, and if she keeps this up he's really going to hit a point where stopping is going to be painful, and--
--And then she makes that pained sound, and he pulls way at once, instantly worried. ]
Hey, whoa, easy.
[ He maneuvers to press her back onto the bed, ribs and stitching protesting his every move until he flops back to take off the pressure. He turns to look at her, brow furrowed with concern. ]
You okay?
--And then she makes that pained sound, and he pulls way at once, instantly worried. ]
Hey, whoa, easy.
[ He maneuvers to press her back onto the bed, ribs and stitching protesting his every move until he flops back to take off the pressure. He turns to look at her, brow furrowed with concern. ]
You okay?
[ She nods at him, yes, I'm okay, but sighs because she's frankly disappointed, although it trails off into a little laugh. ]
This sucks. I swear to God, these wounds better heal up fast.
[ Wishful thinking, but damn it. ]
This sucks. I swear to God, these wounds better heal up fast.
[ Wishful thinking, but damn it. ]
[ He laughs a little himself, helpless and frustrated and just-- actually amused by how ridiculous this situation is. ]
Yeah. Better to take it easy than make things worse, though, right?
Yeah. Better to take it easy than make things worse, though, right?
[ She turns her head just enough to shoot him a mischievous look. ]
Oh, yeah. Imagine the medics having to rush in, all--"how did the stitches come apart?"
"Well, you see..."
Oh, yeah. Imagine the medics having to rush in, all--"how did the stitches come apart?"
"Well, you see..."
... Yeah. Let's save those poor doctors and nurses the embarrassment, right?
That, and in your state, you couldn't possibly get up to punch anyone for seeing my face like you said you would.
[ She begins to walk out of the alley, not even sparing him a glance as she merely responds with a wave of her hand before disappearing.
When the night begins to fall, the scenery across town changes, and although it's a bit quieter than the hustle and bustle of the day, there's a different kind of energy that takes its place when the sun goes down. People come out, some dressed more nicely than they otherwise would in the day, for a night out in the taverns or just strolling about and enjoying the scenery and the refreshingly cool breeze that accompanies the night.
Kasumi arrives, dressed in some of her best and unveiled, as promised, but she keeps her essentials about her; namely, her invisibility orb, which she now wears as an amulet around her neck, and a blade or two sheathed beneath her dress. She's always expecting trouble, after all, and she wouldn't have gotten this far without always thinking ahead.
Which is why she's cloaked at the moment, waiting for Peter's arrival to come out. ]
When the night begins to fall, the scenery across town changes, and although it's a bit quieter than the hustle and bustle of the day, there's a different kind of energy that takes its place when the sun goes down. People come out, some dressed more nicely than they otherwise would in the day, for a night out in the taverns or just strolling about and enjoying the scenery and the refreshingly cool breeze that accompanies the night.
Kasumi arrives, dressed in some of her best and unveiled, as promised, but she keeps her essentials about her; namely, her invisibility orb, which she now wears as an amulet around her neck, and a blade or two sheathed beneath her dress. She's always expecting trouble, after all, and she wouldn't have gotten this far without always thinking ahead.
Which is why she's cloaked at the moment, waiting for Peter's arrival to come out. ]
Edited 2015-04-25 07:02 (UTC)
This guy Taneleer Tivan--he also goes by the Collector, which is truly unfortunate--hired both of us to steal an artifact from a remote planet sometime ago. He must have thought one of us would just run off with the thing so he hired us both to keep us straight. We sort of hit it off, and...
[ She shrugs. ]
The rest is history.
[ So, hey, that elevator ride? Finally coming to a long, excruciating end. But Kasumi's glad for running into Garrus, so she doesn't make any indication of pulling a disappearing act as the doors (slowly) open. ]
You have time for a drink or two, Garrus? We have quite a bit to catch up on, as you've noticed.
[ She shrugs. ]
The rest is history.
[ So, hey, that elevator ride? Finally coming to a long, excruciating end. But Kasumi's glad for running into Garrus, so she doesn't make any indication of pulling a disappearing act as the doors (slowly) open. ]
You have time for a drink or two, Garrus? We have quite a bit to catch up on, as you've noticed.
[ Peter Quill is not the type to go to fancy parties, unless he's guarding someone or stealing something -- in both cases, he's usually in the background, and he doesn't have to worry about fitting a particular role. If it's a con, usually he just borrows something and ditches it when he's accomplished whatever it is he set out to do.
As good as her word, Peter returns to find a package waiting for him -- and everyone looks a bit suspicious, though he's assured it's been scanned for tracking devices or possible explosives. So that's comforting. He moves into his quarters and finds a suit, and weirdly enough, it does, in fact, fit.
The hows and whys of that are a little concerning, but-- he'll let it slide. This time.
He arrives at their meeting place a few minutes early, and as he's approaching the city gates, he's fidgeting with his sleeve. His weaponry is holstered beneath his coat, carefully smoothed down to avoid them peaking out in his silhouette. Peter feels thoroughly ridiculous in this get-up, and would much prefer to be wearing a pair of comfortable trousers and his customary red jacket, just about now. ]
As good as her word, Peter returns to find a package waiting for him -- and everyone looks a bit suspicious, though he's assured it's been scanned for tracking devices or possible explosives. So that's comforting. He moves into his quarters and finds a suit, and weirdly enough, it does, in fact, fit.
The hows and whys of that are a little concerning, but-- he'll let it slide. This time.
He arrives at their meeting place a few minutes early, and as he's approaching the city gates, he's fidgeting with his sleeve. His weaponry is holstered beneath his coat, carefully smoothed down to avoid them peaking out in his silhouette. Peter feels thoroughly ridiculous in this get-up, and would much prefer to be wearing a pair of comfortable trousers and his customary red jacket, just about now. ]
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