[The marketplace is crowded with vendors of all kinds. Instead of the copper-colored humanoids they normally run into this planet is richly diverse and unique. Universal translators are helping some of them to call out to shoppers to better peddle their wares. Others just bellow or whip out a tentacle to draw attention to a rack of colorful scarves or a cart of unidentified fruits and nuts. Turn down shadowy side street and there are more illicit items for sale. These aren't necessarily illegal here, but they are frowned upon in nearby space. There's a man selling flash cubes that temporarily blind, a scaled woman with a sonic ray to disorient, and that's just the beginning of it.
Kitty is content for the moment, scouting out the edible goods. She stops at a tent selling something that look like truffles. She's speaking loudly because while the vendor does have a translator for communicating his ears—or what she assumes are his ears—are so overflowing with fur that he seems hard of hearing.]
Chocolate? Is this chocolate? Because as awesome as that sounds I don't want to eat another random brown thing only to be very, very disappointed.
[ it's the sort of planet where a terran doesn't stand out, heck, it's the sort of planet where an a'askavariian doesn't stand out. the kind of place where you can get into all sorts of mischief in and fade into a crowd so confusing people aren't even sure whether you have a head or a tail. or both. it's the kind of place peter feels pretty comfortable at (whatever you think that says about him...you're probably right).
he's not up to anything in particular today, just browsing the market for goods and opportunities, when a shred of conversation finds him instead, and he can't help but intervene. ]
If you're only very very disappointed after putting a random brown thing in your mouth I'd take the win.
[ he leans over the counter and examines the goods and straightens back up to give the vendor an amused yet disapproving face ]
You told her this is chocolate? Come on, man, if you're gonna lie pick a lie that won't be found out within punching distance, that's rule one. [ for some reason, the vendor seems to take offence to that. ]
[There's a part of her that wants to remind him she was handling it, but for the moment, she keeps that part quiet and listens to him. He looks like someone who could be in the fleet, but she doesn't recognize him. Not that it would be her first time meeting someone on a planet they were visiting and not on the ships. Yet he has an ease and familiarity with this that doesn't normally come with their migratory fleet life.]
Do I want to ask what it is instead? [Asking both or either of them really.]
[ definitely an easiness and familiarity; as the offended shopkeeper seems to be barking him away and growing angry blisters, peter doesn't seem at all riled. instead, he offers in an appeasing tone. ]
It's a life lesson, much more valuable than what you're charging - lie better. I mean I'll give it to you, the look's not bad but price is missing a 0 on this end of the galaxy and that smell's a dead giveaway - it's marir paste.
[ that totally answers her question, right? he seems to be right, though, cuz the vendor doubles down on his threats. peter holds his hands up, in a soothing gesture ] Nothing worse for business than a fuss, I'd hate to make one.
Relax. I'm not eating marir paste [even if it's not bad it won't be chocolate and that will make it disappointing.] but there are plenty of other people for you to peddle it to.
[Nope, the vendor seems more intent on escalation. His hands were kind of hard to make out with all the fur but one is swiping at Peter now, sharp claws visible. She manages to make contact first. Well, first and only since she phases herself and the interloper making the vendors claws slide through in harmless confusion.]
Back off. Mine are bigger and they don't miss. [She extends her metal claws on one arm.]
[ with this gang, ominous would be not getting called back ]
attack/ techsplosion/ tempersplosion?
[ he's got a bit of a way to go, he could work on his entrance on the fly if he knows what he's getting into (does he ever know what he's getting into? the answer is no). ]
[ Yes, the creature she is currently throwing down with armed only with a sword and shield is indeed very big. About the size of a small palace by Asgardian standards. Yes, Sif was entirely aware of the fact that it was using a time-space distortion device so that it would be able to fit comfortably into the bar where she picked a fight with it.
Yes, she did it simply because she was having a bad day and wanted to hit something. She is, all things considered, pretty emotionally mature for an Asgardian, but "for an Asgardian" remains a pretty important qualifier.
She should also be well aware of the fact that most sane people wouldn't assume that a lone woman willingly picked a fight with an interdimensional being that is currently sporting several mouths, and impressive amount of eyeballs and a disturbing quantity of tentacles. Following that logic, she should therefore not be particularly hard on someone trying to lend a helping hand.
Too bad she doesn't follow that logic. ]
I was managing this perfectly well on my own!
[ This said by a woman who things things are fine when they are on fire. Her perception is sometimes a little on the prideful side, to say the least. ]
[ peter's not the kind of guy who keeps to a strict agenda. that being said, he's pretty sure doing battle with a massive space blob with tentacles and multiple mouths right out of a tabloid cover art to save a very ungrateful woman wasn't anywhere on it.
oh well, he's adaptable! those who adapt survive or something, right? well, he's still alive, so there's your proof.
he shoots directly into one of said mouths and the monster roars in pain and anger, raising one of its massive tentacles to swat him away. he swerves to avoid it. ]
I can tell - [ dodge ] should I see if he wants a hand? [ shoot ] Or she, sorry - [ as the creature roars again. ] tentacle monsters are like babies if they're not color coded I really can't tell -
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Date: 2017-10-10 03:03 pm (UTC)Kitty is content for the moment, scouting out the edible goods. She stops at a tent selling something that look like truffles. She's speaking loudly because while the vendor does have a translator for communicating his ears—or what she assumes are his ears—are so overflowing with fur that he seems hard of hearing.]
Chocolate? Is this chocolate? Because as awesome as that sounds I don't want to eat another random brown thing only to be very, very disappointed.
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Date: 2017-10-11 05:17 am (UTC)he's not up to anything in particular today, just browsing the market for goods and opportunities, when a shred of conversation finds him instead, and he can't help but intervene. ]
If you're only very very disappointed after putting a random brown thing in your mouth I'd take the win.
[ he leans over the counter and examines the goods and straightens back up to give the vendor an amused yet disapproving face ]
You told her this is chocolate? Come on, man, if you're gonna lie pick a lie that won't be found out within punching distance, that's rule one. [ for some reason, the vendor seems to take offence to that. ]
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Date: 2017-10-11 01:29 pm (UTC)Do I want to ask what it is instead? [Asking both or either of them really.]
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Date: 2017-10-12 05:46 pm (UTC)It's a life lesson, much more valuable than what you're charging - lie better. I mean I'll give it to you, the look's not bad but price is missing a 0 on this end of the galaxy and that smell's a dead giveaway - it's marir paste.
[ that totally answers her question, right? he seems to be right, though, cuz the vendor doubles down on his threats. peter holds his hands up, in a soothing gesture ] Nothing worse for business than a fuss, I'd hate to make one.
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Date: 2017-10-12 07:54 pm (UTC)[Nope, the vendor seems more intent on escalation. His hands were kind of hard to make out with all the fur but one is swiping at Peter now, sharp claws visible. She manages to make contact first. Well, first and only since she phases herself and the interloper making the vendors claws slide through in harmless confusion.]
Back off. Mine are bigger and they don't miss. [She extends her metal claws on one arm.]
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Date: 2017-10-10 04:50 pm (UTC)[ because that ain't ominous. ]
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Date: 2017-10-11 05:25 am (UTC)attack/ techsplosion/ tempersplosion?
[ he's got a bit of a way to go, he could work on his entrance on the fly if he knows what he's getting into (does he ever know what he's getting into? the answer is no). ]
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Date: 2017-10-12 07:54 pm (UTC)Yes, she did it simply because she was having a bad day and wanted to hit something. She is, all things considered, pretty emotionally mature for an Asgardian, but "for an Asgardian" remains a pretty important qualifier.
She should also be well aware of the fact that most sane people wouldn't assume that a lone woman willingly picked a fight with an interdimensional being that is currently sporting several mouths, and impressive amount of eyeballs and a disturbing quantity of tentacles. Following that logic, she should therefore not be particularly hard on someone trying to lend a helping hand.
Too bad she doesn't follow that logic. ]
I was managing this perfectly well on my own!
[ This said by a woman who things things are fine when they are on fire. Her perception is sometimes a little on the prideful side, to say the least. ]
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Date: 2017-10-12 11:05 pm (UTC)oh well, he's adaptable! those who adapt survive or something, right? well, he's still alive, so there's your proof.
he shoots directly into one of said mouths and the monster roars in pain and anger, raising one of its massive tentacles to swat him away. he swerves to avoid it. ]
I can tell - [ dodge ] should I see if he wants a hand? [ shoot ] Or she, sorry - [ as the creature roars again. ] tentacle monsters are like babies if they're not color coded I really can't tell -