[ Peter Quill, a.k.a. Star-Lord, and his band of former criminal misfits are still moonlighting as good guys, somehow, despite every odd saying all five of them should've been tossed into so dark, clammy dungeon somewhere to rot away. They manage to toe the line between not bad and total asshole, and while a few of them experience a few stints in jail now and again, they almost always have a good reasonf or it, and they almost always bail one another out.
(Except that one time when Rocket got impatient, rigged together an explosive, and busted himself out. They were owing favors for months after that fiasco.)
Since then, Peter hasn't really crossed paths with a certain world class thief; he wonders if it's because he and his crew were always on the move or if it was because she didn't want to be found, or some combination of the two. Most likely, she simply preferred working solo, which Peter can totally understand. Somedays, he wishes he could work solo, too. (No, Groot, toilets aren't for drinking out of. Stop staring at that guy, Drax -- you're gonna make him piss himself.) He figured the job the two of them worked together was the beginning and end of it, contented himself with having at least one cool story under his belt.
But then they were pressed for cash and hired to guard a thing, and evidently Kasumi Goto had decided (whether by contract or personal preference) to steal said thing, and there was no way the band of five ever stood a chance. Reviewing the footage later showed how seriously outclassed they'd been -- in one frame the object was there, the next it was gone, without so much as a flicker to show where Kasumi had been. In its place was a rose -- and how the hell did she get a real rose? It wasn't impossible to grow flowers in the settlements, but growing anything aside from food was considered a frivolity entertained exclusively by the rich.
They weren't even mad. That was impressive. Their employer, on the other hand, was incensed, and only Drax's intimidating form glaring down at him had ensured they were paid at the end of the day.
Currently, Peter has gone against his usual modus operandi, and rather than find himself in the seediest bar in the grimiest corner of the settlement, he's in a nice bar -- one of the few available, actually. Not too nice -- he wouldn't be caught dead in one of those pretentious places that was all marble statues and dudes in black ties -- but it was, at least, the sort of place you could sit down and not expect to catch some sort of disease. He figures if Kasumi would be anyone, it'd be here.
Basically, he's waiting her out. If she wants to be found, she'd come to him; his lot is just to make himself available. ]
firefly meets harry potter I mean fantasy au
(Except that one time when Rocket got impatient, rigged together an explosive, and busted himself out. They were owing favors for months after that fiasco.)
Since then, Peter hasn't really crossed paths with a certain world class thief; he wonders if it's because he and his crew were always on the move or if it was because she didn't want to be found, or some combination of the two. Most likely, she simply preferred working solo, which Peter can totally understand. Somedays, he wishes he could work solo, too. (No, Groot, toilets aren't for drinking out of. Stop staring at that guy, Drax -- you're gonna make him piss himself.) He figured the job the two of them worked together was the beginning and end of it, contented himself with having at least one cool story under his belt.
But then they were pressed for cash and hired to guard a thing, and evidently Kasumi Goto had decided (whether by contract or personal preference) to steal said thing, and there was no way the band of five ever stood a chance. Reviewing the footage later showed how seriously outclassed they'd been -- in one frame the object was there, the next it was gone, without so much as a flicker to show where Kasumi had been. In its place was a rose -- and how the hell did she get a real rose? It wasn't impossible to grow flowers in the settlements, but growing anything aside from food was considered a frivolity entertained exclusively by the rich.
They weren't even mad. That was impressive. Their employer, on the other hand, was incensed, and only Drax's intimidating form glaring down at him had ensured they were paid at the end of the day.
Currently, Peter has gone against his usual modus operandi, and rather than find himself in the seediest bar in the grimiest corner of the settlement, he's in a nice bar -- one of the few available, actually. Not too nice -- he wouldn't be caught dead in one of those pretentious places that was all marble statues and dudes in black ties -- but it was, at least, the sort of place you could sit down and not expect to catch some sort of disease. He figures if Kasumi would be anyone, it'd be here.
Basically, he's waiting her out. If she wants to be found, she'd come to him; his lot is just to make himself available. ]