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[ Kasumi similarly appreciates the way she can just be up front with him (when she wants to be, anyway). In a way, she's just glad for someone in the galaxy with whom she doesn't have to take on a fake identity, and well, she'd already given him most of the reasons she has for wanting a little bit more out of their encounter than just a professional exchange.
She wasn't lying when she said she found him intriguing. She definitely wasn't lying about the handsome part, too, but mostly? She's attracted to his character--the strange way he seems to be looking out for her (and himself, mostly, but you know) and the way he fiercely protected his family when Hock had dared to threaten Quill.
That, and the fact that this is just their little secret, that she knows his real identity and he knows her face, and they have to sneak around to do--whatever it is they're doing--is pretty damn exciting.
To that effect, her hand trails down and takes a hold of him, her lips curling into a smile. ]
Then let's not waste any time.
[ She turns, moving, leading them even further away from the dance floor towards the glass doors leading outside... Remember when they overheard a couple fooling around in the gardens at the last party they were at?
Yeah, they're totally going to be that couple this time. ]
She wasn't lying when she said she found him intriguing. She definitely wasn't lying about the handsome part, too, but mostly? She's attracted to his character--the strange way he seems to be looking out for her (and himself, mostly, but you know) and the way he fiercely protected his family when Hock had dared to threaten Quill.
That, and the fact that this is just their little secret, that she knows his real identity and he knows her face, and they have to sneak around to do--whatever it is they're doing--is pretty damn exciting.
To that effect, her hand trails down and takes a hold of him, her lips curling into a smile. ]
Then let's not waste any time.
[ She turns, moving, leading them even further away from the dance floor towards the glass doors leading outside... Remember when they overheard a couple fooling around in the gardens at the last party they were at?
Yeah, they're totally going to be that couple this time. ]
[ He resists at first, when she starts pulling him away -- if only because he has the sudden realization that this is a monumentally terrible idea. He should leave. He should-- he should really leave.
But he doesn't. And though he's clearly hesitant initially, he eventually gives in and allows himself to be led. Once they're out in the cool night air, the garden mostly deserted in favor of the company and the dancing indoors, Peter allows at least some of the playboy act to drop -- just enough so that he feels more like himself, but not enough that prying eyes would notice anything amiss in his bearing. ]
What exactly do you have in mind, here?
But he doesn't. And though he's clearly hesitant initially, he eventually gives in and allows himself to be led. Once they're out in the cool night air, the garden mostly deserted in favor of the company and the dancing indoors, Peter allows at least some of the playboy act to drop -- just enough so that he feels more like himself, but not enough that prying eyes would notice anything amiss in his bearing. ]
What exactly do you have in mind, here?
Well, first off--
[ She brings a hand up, slipping around to the back of his neck as she presses herself close, leaning in to whisper into his ear. ]
Something I've been wanting to do for quite some time now.
[ And she pulls ever so slightly away, her lips barely brushing against his as she goes, and then she presses a soft, teasing little kiss on his lips. After that, she leans away a little with a brazen look on her face that says, Well?
Your move, Quill. ]
[ She brings a hand up, slipping around to the back of his neck as she presses herself close, leaning in to whisper into his ear. ]
Something I've been wanting to do for quite some time now.
[ And she pulls ever so slightly away, her lips barely brushing against his as she goes, and then she presses a soft, teasing little kiss on his lips. After that, she leans away a little with a brazen look on her face that says, Well?
Your move, Quill. ]
[But they don't act younger!!!
And don't even get him started about Tali. She's lucky she doesn't have a porch for him to sit on while polishing a small mountain of shotguns every time a guy even so much as looks at her.
But he'll follow Kasumi like a good boy, engrossed in hearing about this Star Jar guy.]
Who said I can't do both?
I can even listen to you pine over him at the same time. I'm that good at multitasking.
And don't even get him started about Tali. She's lucky she doesn't have a porch for him to sit on while polishing a small mountain of shotguns every time a guy even so much as looks at her.
But he'll follow Kasumi like a good boy, engrossed in hearing about this Star Jar guy.]
Who said I can't do both?
I can even listen to you pine over him at the same time. I'm that good at multitasking.
[ Kasumi actually turns her head at the last bit--just enough for him to see that she frowns. ]
I don't pine.
[ Except yes, you do, Kasumi, you pined over Jacob whensenpai he wouldn't notice you (partially her fault for being invisible) back on the SR-2 and you pine after Peter Quill whenever you two have to spend time apart--which, sadly, is quite often, because she's something of a free spirit and he's a Guardian of the Galaxy. With capital G's. ]
But if you so insist on hearing more, I don't mind talking about it. If only so you don't end up digging up dirt on your own.
[ Although there's nothing stopping him from doing so anyway. ]
I don't pine.
[ Except yes, you do, Kasumi, you pined over Jacob when
But if you so insist on hearing more, I don't mind talking about it. If only so you don't end up digging up dirt on your own.
[ Although there's nothing stopping him from doing so anyway. ]
[ It’s been a week since the strange wizard from Fiore arrived. Long enough that not everyone stared at him as he walked past, but he still garnered a few strange looks as he walked through Skyhold. That was to be expected, red-eyed and wild-haired and decked out with iron studs though he was. (To be honest, Gajeel would be surprised if they ever completely adjusted to him.)
It’s also been long enough for Gajeel to determine the phenomenon they were dealing with was not another Anima spell, but something else entirely. (A crazed magister-darkspawn-thing, whatever that meant.) He had relayed the information to Master Makarov via communication lacrima, and Makarov had advised him to stay and help see this through. (“It seems to me they could use the help.”) So, like it or not, Gajeel had officially joined the ranks of the Inquisition.
He found the most camaraderie with the Chargers- there was something about the hodge-podge group of mercs that reminded him of Fairy Tail, and on top of that, Iron Bull was a hell of a lot of fun in a fight. More often than not, the Iron Dragon Slayer could be found in Skyhold’s tavern among them. If fact, he’s there now, sitting at a table. There’s a sack of small iron ingots sitting next to him- Dagna and Harritt are kind enough to keep refilling it for him- and he gnaws on an ingot thoughtfully as he pours over a few documents given to him by Dorian. He figures if they’re gonna fight this magister-whatever the hell, he might as well know what he’s up against. ]
It’s also been long enough for Gajeel to determine the phenomenon they were dealing with was not another Anima spell, but something else entirely. (A crazed magister-darkspawn-thing, whatever that meant.) He had relayed the information to Master Makarov via communication lacrima, and Makarov had advised him to stay and help see this through. (“It seems to me they could use the help.”) So, like it or not, Gajeel had officially joined the ranks of the Inquisition.
He found the most camaraderie with the Chargers- there was something about the hodge-podge group of mercs that reminded him of Fairy Tail, and on top of that, Iron Bull was a hell of a lot of fun in a fight. More often than not, the Iron Dragon Slayer could be found in Skyhold’s tavern among them. If fact, he’s there now, sitting at a table. There’s a sack of small iron ingots sitting next to him- Dagna and Harritt are kind enough to keep refilling it for him- and he gnaws on an ingot thoughtfully as he pours over a few documents given to him by Dorian. He figures if they’re gonna fight this magister-whatever the hell, he might as well know what he’s up against. ]
[ Krem, for one, had been rather intrigued by the newest addition to the Inquisition. He isn't one to pay much attention to the affairs of mages and whatnot, to be quite honest, but suffice it to say that he would not have even imagined there would be magic like Gajeel's that existed out there.
So he wasn't bothered in the least bit when Gajeel started hanging around the tavern, around the Chargers more. They were never one to turn someone away, after all, and he seemed to get along just well with everyone. Even Grim.
Doesn't mean he'd ever get used to the fact that the guy eats iron like it's nothing, though. Still, Krem is genuinely curious, so he grabs a pint of ale for each of them and sets one down on the table next to Gajeel, sliding it over as he takes a seat next to the wizard. ]
Reading for pleasure? Or business?
So he wasn't bothered in the least bit when Gajeel started hanging around the tavern, around the Chargers more. They were never one to turn someone away, after all, and he seemed to get along just well with everyone. Even Grim.
Doesn't mean he'd ever get used to the fact that the guy eats iron like it's nothing, though. Still, Krem is genuinely curious, so he grabs a pint of ale for each of them and sets one down on the table next to Gajeel, sliding it over as he takes a seat next to the wizard. ]
Reading for pleasure? Or business?
[ He was so engrossed in his reading, he didn't even hear the kid approach, and glances up when the mug is set down in front of him. ]
Business. [ He bites off the end of the ingot with a metallic snap ] Figured I'd read up on the big bad, and Mustache was nice enough to get me started.
Business. [ He bites off the end of the ingot with a metallic snap ] Figured I'd read up on the big bad, and Mustache was nice enough to get me started.
[ "Mustache" earns him a tilt of Krem's head and a quirked brow as he settles into his seat. Sitting. Not standing on his seat. 100% sitting with his ass on the actual seat and not on the back of the chair or anything ridiculous like that. ]
Mustache? Don't tell me you're talking about Pavus?
Mustache? Don't tell me you're talking about Pavus?
[ Krem gives a thoughtful look for a second, at that. ]
Fair enough. Though I think "weird" would be a bit of an understatement, here, yeah?
[ He leans into the back of his chair. ]
The Chargers have seen a lot of weird things around Thedas, but psychotic talking Darkspawn is definitely new.
Fair enough. Though I think "weird" would be a bit of an understatement, here, yeah?
[ He leans into the back of his chair. ]
The Chargers have seen a lot of weird things around Thedas, but psychotic talking Darkspawn is definitely new.
Where do I even start on that one? That was a friggin' mess.
Long story short, me an' a bunch of other guys from the guild were on this island for a competition- wizards got ranks, and this was to see who was gettin' promoted- when these bozos from a dark guild showed up outa nowhere.
A pair of 'em came after me an' my partner. One of 'em looked like a giant chicken. Swear to god, he shot eggs out of his mouth. I'da been weirded out if I hadn't been so busy kickin' the other guy's ass.
Long story short, me an' a bunch of other guys from the guild were on this island for a competition- wizards got ranks, and this was to see who was gettin' promoted- when these bozos from a dark guild showed up outa nowhere.
A pair of 'em came after me an' my partner. One of 'em looked like a giant chicken. Swear to god, he shot eggs out of his mouth. I'da been weirded out if I hadn't been so busy kickin' the other guy's ass.
[ Zoey, girl, you are so fucked.
Like, there is no word in the English language, possibly in any language, that aptly describes how fucked she is. Because she'd gotten separated from the rest of her guys in the thick of a fight. As in, one moment she was dispensing practically the entire magazine of her rifle into a horde of incoming zombies, the next moment a Jockey was leaping onto her shoulders. It pulled and pulled and dragged, sending her stumbling away from Bill, Louis, and Francis and stumbling away from their extraction point. She had no idea what was happening, and she was pretty sure she fell off a ledge or something at some point, because in another moment she felt her legs give under the impact; she rolled down something that felt an awful like a hill, and honestly the only thing running through her head at that point was fuck, fuck, fuck. It took an unimaginable amount of struggling against the zombie to finally get herself back onto her feet and then it took a terrible amount of slamming her own body against a wall to knock the damned thing out and off of her. She pulled her pistol out, shooting the Jockey too, too many times in its stupid ugly face. When it stopped squirming and died was when Zoey took a deep breath, looked around, and realized she has no idea where the fuck she is, much less where the fuck the others are. She didn't quite have time to formulate a real plan as the groaning and moaning of more zombies grew louder and louder--so she did what any seasoned zombie apocalypse protagonist would do in that situation.
She ran like hell.
That brings us to the current situation, which is Zoey running and running and running. And also, Zoey being so fucked. She knows the zombies are running after her, so she doesn't even bother to look back, keeping her head facing forward and hoping so, so desperately for somewhere--anywhere she can stop to breathe and continue to process how absolutely screwed she is because the only thing that's worse than being in a zombie apocalypse is being in a zombie apocalypse alone. ]
Ohhh my god, I'm so fucked, so so fucked, stupid Jockey and its stupid face and stupid fucking zombies--
Like, there is no word in the English language, possibly in any language, that aptly describes how fucked she is. Because she'd gotten separated from the rest of her guys in the thick of a fight. As in, one moment she was dispensing practically the entire magazine of her rifle into a horde of incoming zombies, the next moment a Jockey was leaping onto her shoulders. It pulled and pulled and dragged, sending her stumbling away from Bill, Louis, and Francis and stumbling away from their extraction point. She had no idea what was happening, and she was pretty sure she fell off a ledge or something at some point, because in another moment she felt her legs give under the impact; she rolled down something that felt an awful like a hill, and honestly the only thing running through her head at that point was fuck, fuck, fuck. It took an unimaginable amount of struggling against the zombie to finally get herself back onto her feet and then it took a terrible amount of slamming her own body against a wall to knock the damned thing out and off of her. She pulled her pistol out, shooting the Jockey too, too many times in its stupid ugly face. When it stopped squirming and died was when Zoey took a deep breath, looked around, and realized she has no idea where the fuck she is, much less where the fuck the others are. She didn't quite have time to formulate a real plan as the groaning and moaning of more zombies grew louder and louder--so she did what any seasoned zombie apocalypse protagonist would do in that situation.
She ran like hell.
That brings us to the current situation, which is Zoey running and running and running. And also, Zoey being so fucked. She knows the zombies are running after her, so she doesn't even bother to look back, keeping her head facing forward and hoping so, so desperately for somewhere--anywhere she can stop to breathe and continue to process how absolutely screwed she is because the only thing that's worse than being in a zombie apocalypse is being in a zombie apocalypse alone. ]
Ohhh my god, I'm so fucked, so so fucked, stupid Jockey and its stupid face and stupid fucking zombies--
[ Tucker has been managing decently on his own- his magic made a good deterrent for things that liked to grab.
That's not to say he hasn't run across other survivors, hasn't stuck with them while he could, but he was better off by himself. No need to add the danger of his magic to the danger of the zombies, after all.
He hears the hoard before he sees it, and when he chances a look out of the alley where he's been hiding, he also sees that the hoard is preceded by a girl. Just bloody great.
He pokes his head out and motions her in his direction. ]
That's not to say he hasn't run across other survivors, hasn't stuck with them while he could, but he was better off by himself. No need to add the danger of his magic to the danger of the zombies, after all.
He hears the hoard before he sees it, and when he chances a look out of the alley where he's been hiding, he also sees that the hoard is preceded by a girl. Just bloody great.
He pokes his head out and motions her in his direction. ]
[ Holy shit, is that--
Oh, thank fucking God, there's another person. Zoey sees the man--or at least she thinks it's a man, hard to tell at the moment because zombies--poking their head out well before she's really near the alley, but she's running so quickly and with so much momentum that the turn into the alley amounts more to a slide than a turn, and she nearly crashes into the wall opposite him. ]
Oh, thank fucking God, there's another person. Zoey sees the man--or at least she thinks it's a man, hard to tell at the moment because zombies--poking their head out well before she's really near the alley, but she's running so quickly and with so much momentum that the turn into the alley amounts more to a slide than a turn, and she nearly crashes into the wall opposite him. ]
[ He reaches out to steady her, but it's a brief thing, his touch lingers no more than a second. ]
On your feet. This way.
[ His voice is gruff, accented. He doesn't exactly mince words, and with the zombies closing in, there's no time for niceties. There's a door further back in the alley, and Tucker shoulders it open. Waiting for her to pass through before closing it again. ]
Help me with that bookcase, yeah?
On your feet. This way.
[ His voice is gruff, accented. He doesn't exactly mince words, and with the zombies closing in, there's no time for niceties. There's a door further back in the alley, and Tucker shoulders it open. Waiting for her to pass through before closing it again. ]
Help me with that bookcase, yeah?
[ Zoey keels over as soon as she's through the door, hands on her knees as she takes a moment to catch her breath. But it's just that--a moment, because she knows by now that when you're being chased by a horde, moments are the difference between getting away in one piece and being over taken and, presumably, becoming zombie dinner.
Seriously, it's unnatural and unfair how fast these things are.
At his question, she looks up, and finally straightens herself up to give him a nod. ]
Yeah. Sure thing.
Seriously, it's unnatural and unfair how fast these things are.
At his question, she looks up, and finally straightens herself up to give him a nod. ]
Yeah. Sure thing.
[ The bookcase in question is leaning haphazardly against one wall. It's a big, heavy thing- real wood, probably. It takes the two of them to drag it to the door and get it in place.
It seems to be enough for the moment, because the zombies collide with the door but don't manage to wrench it open.
Tucker leans against the wall, taking a moment to catch his breath ]
You okay?
It seems to be enough for the moment, because the zombies collide with the door but don't manage to wrench it open.
Tucker leans against the wall, taking a moment to catch his breath ]
You okay?
[ The bookcase is a little hefty for Zoey, who stands at a diminutive 5'1", but the adrenaline's enough to power her through it, at least. With that business done, she leans against the wall--although leaning is really an overstatement. It's almost like she slumps against it until she ends up just sitting on the ground against it, similarly trying to catch her breath. ]
--As okay as I can get, honestly. [ She huffs a breath. ] I seriously owe you, dude.
--As okay as I can get, honestly. [ She huffs a breath. ] I seriously owe you, dude.
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