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entranceway2014-10-01 10:43 am
beatupgrass) wrote in entranceway2014-10-01 10:43 am
Entry tags:
- attack on titan: levi,
- dominion: william whele,
- glee: shannon beiste,
- harry potter: lily evans,
- harry potter: remus lupin,
- marvel: jane foster,
- marvel: lana baumgartner,
- marvel: rocket,
- marvel: steve rogers,
- marvel: thor odinson,
- once upon a time: killian jones,
- once upon a time: neal cassidy,
- teen wolf: scott mccall,
- the wild road: cy,
- zombies run: simon lauchlan
001 ✘ Video
[Hello, Wonderland.
This is an unfeasibly large gun.
In fact, that's pretty much the entire broadcast right now- the four barrels of an unfeasibly large laser cannon. Off-screen, presumably wielding said unfeasibly large cannon, a Brooklyn-accented voice speaks up.]
I've been here two hours and I ain't heard any demands, so I hope I'm not stealin' your thunder if I skip the theatrics and move right on to the negotiation process. [There's a pause and then a dry laugh.] Oh, who am I kiddin'. I don't give a shit about your thunder. You took somethin' what belongs to me. Four somethings actually. They go by the names Peter Quill, Gamora, Drax, and Groot. They are completely helpless without me, so I get why you'd think they were the ones to kidnap. This will still go down in history as the dumbest move of your lives, so way to think strategically, you d'ast imbeciles.
Here's my terms. If I don't see all four of 'em alive 'n breathin' in the next six seconds, I'm gonna put a round in this communicator just for the hell of it. And then I'm gonna put about eight more rounds in your face. And after that I'll get real creative.
[The gun is lowered. And there is one pissed off raccoon now staring into the screen.] Do I make myself perfectly freakin' clear?
This is an unfeasibly large gun.
In fact, that's pretty much the entire broadcast right now- the four barrels of an unfeasibly large laser cannon. Off-screen, presumably wielding said unfeasibly large cannon, a Brooklyn-accented voice speaks up.]
I've been here two hours and I ain't heard any demands, so I hope I'm not stealin' your thunder if I skip the theatrics and move right on to the negotiation process. [There's a pause and then a dry laugh.] Oh, who am I kiddin'. I don't give a shit about your thunder. You took somethin' what belongs to me. Four somethings actually. They go by the names Peter Quill, Gamora, Drax, and Groot. They are completely helpless without me, so I get why you'd think they were the ones to kidnap. This will still go down in history as the dumbest move of your lives, so way to think strategically, you d'ast imbeciles.
Here's my terms. If I don't see all four of 'em alive 'n breathin' in the next six seconds, I'm gonna put a round in this communicator just for the hell of it. And then I'm gonna put about eight more rounds in your face. And after that I'll get real creative.
[The gun is lowered. And there is one pissed off raccoon now staring into the screen.] Do I make myself perfectly freakin' clear?
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[ Which might actually be him at the moment. Considering he's arguing logistics with a raccoon armed with a gun like that. ]
I believe you. Totally not trying to piss you off, by the way. I happen to enjoy being all in one piece, the alternative seems rather messy. Also I've never heard of your friends. Sorry. Not saying they aren't here, but I haven't run into em yet if they are.
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That said, he finds the answer depressing, but ultimately satisfactory enough to stop being threatening.]
You'd know if they was here. Apparently, whoever's runnin' this operation just wanted me.
[He can figure out a few guesses why, given the answers he's gotten from other people. It does not best please him.]
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[ Aww man. Now the raccoon's looking dejected. That's possibly worse than the threatening. ]
This place seems to like to do snatch-and-grabs in numbers. Give it a few days? Although hoping for a familiar face to show up here is sort of a mixed blessing, I suppose. On one hand, hey! familiar face! On the other... they just got kidnapped by some wacko Queen to be held in a magic bubble world there doesn't seem to be an easy escape from.
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He snorts derisively, shoving all dejected feelings aside, because he can handle this.]
Yeah. Luckily there ain't been a prison built I can't escape from.
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[ Like this one. Simon's not so sure the guy understands yet what this place is, but at the same time, he's not going to be the one to burst his bubble. ]
Besides, it's not all bad, as far as prison's go, if that's how you're gonna look at it.
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[There's no such thing as a better mousetrap where Rocket's concerned, as far as he thinks. AND IT COMFORTS HIM TO THINK OF IT LIKE A PRISON. Even if it's... the swankiest one he's ever been in.]
It might not have iron bars, bad food, and people breathin' down your neck all the time, but it's still confinin'. I don't like any place I can't pack up and leave if it suits me.
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[ It is pretty swanky, Simon's gotta admit. Then again, he's also one of the ones in no rush to leave, so it doesn't bother him as much as some. ]
I don't think the confining's been grating on me as much as some. For the space we're all contained in, it's pretty big compared to where I usually roam back home. But hey, maybe you'll find something the others have missed.
[ Anything's possible, right? ]
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[Rocket's not accustomed to a solitary one-planet kind of existence. Even the largest planet is too small for someone who is accustomed to having the entire universe at his fingertips. He has no idea how Terrans live like that. It's unfathomable.]
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It was a settlement that sprung up around a farmhouse. So it was pretty small although it's been expanded a few times when we could manage it. There's more space to move around here freely though. It felt like a box some days.
[ Probably a bad idea to make cage jokes when talking to a raccoon. ]
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luckily, all he does is look affronted.]
I've had the better part of the galaxy to traverse in so long, the idea of bein' stuck on one d'ast planet is appallin'.
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[ Of course, then the rest of that sinks in and Simon gives him a baffled look. ]
Wait, there are raccoons in outer space?
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[ARE YOU ALL CRAZY??? ARE THERE NO WINDOWS IN YOUR HOUSE???
...And then Rocket rolls his eyes.] The only thing out there like me is me.
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[ Wow windows are a structural integrity, no, they blockaded those all up first thing.
Simon eyes him for that eyeroll. ] No kidding. Not gonna argue that point at all. Not a bad thing, though. There's nothing wrong with being unique. Besides, you have a badass gun-thing. I think you're doing okay for yourself.
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[UH. HELLO. SPACE EXPERT. Rocket faced down an infinity stone-empowered Kree Accuser. He fears nothing. Except pretty much anything that resembles a laboratory. But he doesn't talk about that.
He also doesn't talk about the fact that being the only thing like you is devastatingly lonely and filled with people calling you a freak. But he does have a badass gun. So he just shrugs. Yep.]
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[ Nope, that wasn't sarcasm. ]
They're very discouraging of anyone straying too far from home base.
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That's kinda screwed up, man.
[Said the talking space raccoon.]
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No kidding. I think we'd have appreciated a talking raccoon showing up in a spaceship, to be honest.
....Either that or started wondering what mushrooms the cooks used in our rations again. No offense.
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I get a feelin' I'm gonna be gettin' a lot of that.
[Not even just here... Just the whole Guardians schtick. They're sort of a weird team.]
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[it's only not melodramatic because it has been proven true.]
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Besides, if you're not cracking jokes, the whole thing just feels miserable. It works, for a coping mechanism.
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[He is extremely wisecracky. He snorts, though, because ahahaha. That sounds familiar.] And you sound like Quill. That's the kinda dumb, easy-goin' crap he's always spoutin'.
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What's he, a talking porcupine?
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[HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND TERRAN ANIMALS.]
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[ Simon's video feed flicks off for a long moment. A moment later, Rocket gets a picture text of a photograph out of a book. Because damn if moments like this don't make Simon miss the internet. ]
Porcupine.
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