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Peter Quill, Star-Lord : Marvel Movie Universe

1. Spending a fair amount of time out about the stars had given Peter an odd sense of confidence, allowing him to walk up to any and all manner of the fairer sex without a lick of hesitation keeping him at bay. Though the end result was often a cold shoulder, Peter found some bit of entertainment from being able to make at least some conversation with people in the process. When he strikes out hard, he leans in and motions to the woman on his right, cuing in and trying to discuss his woes with the closet ear available.

"She's no Farrah Fawcett. You think she'd be a bit more open about spending some time with a guy that's giving her the time of day. Some people, man."

2. Was he not supposed to do that? That sure was a nice centerpiece sitting on your coffee table. It can't be anything remotely important or valuable, aside from you sentimentality for it. Whatever it might be, it's currently being held over Quill's head by his out-stretched arms. The hunter has a rather dumb-founded look on his face, his eyes darting back and forth now that they are no longer encased by his helmet. There seems to be some bit of confusion here, so perhaps now might be a good time to get some clarification.

"Heeeeey there uhh-.. bro. Bro-ess? I can't see too well right now, ya' know, what with it being so dark in here but since you brought a light I can clearly see that this isn't the.. umm.. what is this- thing! Yeah, thing. This isn't the thing I was lookin' for. But you should be honored, man. Seriously. It's an honor for your goods to even be considered worth my time."

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"Damn it, you tripped the alarm, you know how hard it was to get in here without the local royal realizing it." Peter you're not the only one after a treasure and the girl holding a glowing orb of water's seriously not pleased as she grabs the item he was holding. "It's a mind control device that I'm going to destroy." She flicked her wrist to try to use a water whip to throw him back.

She's hoping to at least use him to knock out some guards to open a hole for her escape.

It is in that moment that Peter Quill fondly remembers bowling in his youth, a game in which he wasn't rather skilled in aside from the time he'd played a lane with those rubber bumpers on them. It's brought back to him in the moment due to the water which sends him back, plowing through a few of the guards like they were pins.

This is really the last thing he needed. Thankfully his body had taken down the small squad of security officers, leaving him the good fortune of being able to chase after her once he regained his footing.

"Sonuvah-!! It's always take, take, take!"

He digs into the pockets of his coat, pulling out a small ball the size of a quarter. With a flick of his wrist, he cocks his arm back and flings the electric bolas towards the girl. He rarely missed with the tool, having snared most people who tried to cross him, but this girl seemed quick. It's a desperate shot, but if he came back empty handed, Yondu would almost certainly rub it in his face about that whole "didn't feed ya' to the men" jargon he so often brought up.

Constance only barely avoided getting caught because she had dived to the side after sending him back to avoid some of the shots from the guard's guns.

"Oh come on not like you weren't taking something not yours." She shot a few more strings of water above his head to try to take out more of the guards as she tried to calculate her chances getting out of there alive. "At least my intentions were pure with it. Destroy the damn thing before the prince actually decides to try to use it."

Ducking back against the wall she sighed. "Guess I can't convince you to toss it here can I?"

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He presses himself against the wall a few feet away from her, crouching down the moment he knows he's safe from the onslaught of energy rounds passing over their heads.

"If by "convince" you mean "I'll buy it for a small sum of a million credits", then no. You're only convincing me to toss you over this barricade and letting me go on my way to pay for gas and some decent meals for the next few months."

Tucking the small trinket into his jacket pocket, he hits the device hooped over his ear to active his helmet. It forms around his facial structures in electric patches, solidifying and taking shape as his eyes are replaced by red lenses.

Once he's back in the room she uses a water whip to seal the door by hitting the switch to close it. These alien races may be high tech, but really they're easier to deal with than Atlantians half the time.

"You think I want to buy it off you?" She laughed. "I want it destroyed, then maybe I'd get my first mate back from the she-bitch that used it to steal him from me. This isn't about money it's about crew and family." She glanced at the door again.

"Another three minutes of that the door's toast." Constance thought a moment to see if there was actually a better way out than her plans had originally been.

"That mask of yours work under water?" She wasn't going to let him out of her sight, but she didn't want to stick around and be questioned on how the hell she got into royal quarters unseen. Girls' gotta have her secrets right.

There's a muffled response through the filter of the mask, the sort of dissonance that comes from the static on a television set as garbled words echo from the audio device located over his mouth.

"Zzzzk- I can breath in this thing, yeah. But I'd rather not get it wet if I can help it. It took a lot of time to get the markings on this just right!"

By the time she gets the door shut, Peter had already gotten himself armed with both blasters drawn and charged in his grasps. Knocking the two guns together, he shifts his body to face her before turning his head to watch the vibrations against the sealed entrance. Three minutes was a rough estimate. He'd be surprised if they weren't inside here in two.

She's still got her whips in hand, or actually coming from her hands. A flex of her hands and they fall away, markings glowing for a moment on her palms.

"Well sense you're the idiot who tripped everything on the way in, the moon pool's the only way out of here, which sucks I really did like this outfit." She sighs pulling off her top, under is a cropped top, and... what do you know she's got gills.

"So either you're getting wet, or you're going to end up trying to convince a royal family that you weren't the one that put most their guard to sleep." She went for the window smashing it open with a wave of a summoned whip. "We get out of here then we'll talk about who gets that little bauble."

There were holes starting to appear in the door. She stood in the window, one hand out towards the pool about fifty feet below, the other towards the door, her fingers dancing as she shot water towards the holes, a satisfying cry came as she hit someone on the other side.

"Coming?"

There's a plethora of vulgarity he'd use if he wasn't busy running towards the window and trying to pace his breathing. When he hits the window, he comes to a screeching halt, turning to look at her than the pool below.

"Ladies first?"

He motions a hand out for her, manners finally playing a part in possibly keeping his own neck safe from further harm. Part of him can't wonder if this will come back to bite him later, or gain him some points in bringing her back to his ship for some friendly negotiations.

She heard the door giving away behind them and shoved him out of reflex, murmuring as they both fell, the water in the pool rising up to wrap around them so when they hit the bottom of the pool it was at a speed that would barely bump them.

Kicking to the surface she pulled herself from the water. Not that she needed air, but ugh, breathing pool water through gills is actually worse on alien planets, give her true ocean water any day.

"Ugh, that could have been better. What is it about water on alien planets... tastes like five week old laundry water..." She glances up to the window. "Better get going, I don't do too well against their fliers."

Wet leather. Fan-friggin'-tastic. Occupational hazard or not, Quill isn't thrilled with coming up from the water as he's dripping like a dog coming out of the rain. Pulling himself from the edge of the pool, he shakes off his clothes as quick as he can, the weight of the added water slowing him down enough that he's running in more of a hobble than an actual dart.

"Yeah- Zzzzkk-!! Quality ain't my concern! A laundry bill is! Any more bright ideas, Flipper?"

"Hey we got out of there didn't we? And call me Flipper again I'll drown you myself and get the crown." She scowled. "I don't do tricks at sea world." She huffed a little as she wrung out her hair.

She tries the device on her wrist frowning when no one picks up. "My crew must still be playing with the border patrols." She rolled her eyes and held out a hand. "Here, stand still a moment, you'll leave a trail a scentless shark can follow." She focused drawing the water out of his clothing. "Better?"

She hoped so, because she only had four more spells for the day, after that she was going to be useless except hand to hand combat. But not like she'd tell him. "We need to get to the populated streets, we can lose the guard for a bit, wait for my crew unless you have a better plan."

"Sure beats having to wait a day to get the jacket back."

He pushes a finger against his ear again, the helmet disappearing as he gives himself a look over to see that his clothing was as dry as the desert.

"Into a crowd sounds good. Maybe we should look the part, ya' know? Not that I'm suggesting anything but uhh- we could easily lose them if we made ourselves up to be sort of an item? Holding hands, maybe have your arms over my shoulders, they wouldn't expect a duo who just knocked off a royal manor to be sucking face in the middle of the street. Sounds like a solid idea to me."

He's full of those bright ideas. Lots of 'em.

"I usually don't have that problem."

But then again she's usually better at slipping in and out of places without being noticed. At his suggestion though she gave him a look.

"You're really bad at talking to women aren't you." There was a faint grin. "Fine, but you turn into hands I'm drenching you again. I know your reputation."

Though she was a little curious to how a full warm blooded mammal could 'suck face' without you know suckers...

Ah, is it my experiment you are holding up, dear sir? I suggest not doing that. It is highly unstable.

[The person who spotted you was a young, short-statured woman wearing some kind of armored dress. Talk about unusual.

Also, the "experiment" in question is a large potato with weird scientific apparati sticking out of it.]

Who might you be, by the way? Could it be... that someone is interested in pilfering my SCIENCE?!

[She sounds elated rather than alarmed at the thought.]

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It wasn't often he had the chance to be boastful about his title. Never mind the fact that it had been a title given to him by his Mother and one that he had imposed upon others when asked, it was a name he hoped to bring up as often as possible.

With a smirk and a lowered brow, he looks to the armor clad girl and speaks just above a whisper.

"My name.. Is Star Lord."

Wait. She said something about holding it up, didn't she? ... Nah. Maybe he just heard wrong. She's bound to know who he is. He is, after all, a well-known outlaw. In space. Unknown to most earth dwellers.

Oh, yes! By all means, why did I not realize it sooner?

[The whisper is countered by a really loud voice, shouting almost. It's like she did not learn to speak any quieter.]

...

Your name is not familiar to me, oh sidereal noble.

"Star-Lord? Legendary outlaw? Nothing? Doesn't ring a bell?"

He drops his arms, looking defeated as he turns his back to the woman for a moment. Fingers scratch at his scalp as he ponders with great frustration at how the name doesn't apparently register with her.

"Ya' know what? Forget it, man. I can't believe this. "Star". "Lord". Anything?"

[Alessandra shakes her head several times, to denote that indeed, no bells have been rung.]

My apologies if you feel so disappointed. Truly, I have failed as a host... ah!

[Seeing as no one holds the potato right now, she quickly picks it back up.]

Chlorine-related catastrophe, averted!

"Chlorine? I'm~ pretty sure that ain't a swimming pool there, lady."

Disappointing. Really disappointing. Had he gone soft or had the media really not gotten wind of his exploits? Peter was pretty sure his stealing a small time craft belonging to a planet cracker crew would have made some spot on the Galactic News. Or.. maybe not?

"Look. I was told I'd get a high price for that Mister Potato head you got there, or whatever it is."

The Self-Salting Potato? Well, the salting process still leaves a lot to be desired... ah, let us not get lost in meaningless details!

Are you sure you are not thinking about the Infinite Energy Potato, oh dear sir Star Lord the burglar?

"Self-Salting Potato?"

Peter remembers being very fond of French Fries when he was younger. They haven't had much of anything like that here in among the stars, so it could be a beneficial gamble for him to make off with the genetically-altered spud.

Then again. Too much salt was bad for you, right? That's a thing, isn't it?

"An Infinite.. Wait.. Did you?"

It's like angels have descended from on high to ring sweet notes in his ears.

"You called me Star-Lord."

"My name is Star-Lord." Is it not how you have introduced yourself, kind sir?

[Alessandra looks like someone who'd shrug if it wasn't too impolite. Instead she starts scrambling around the room, putting a pot on a bunsen burner... for some reason.]

It is rather unique a name I must admit, but not the most unusual of appellations I have learnt of, even recently. Could it be that refering to your personage by the name given is akin to a curse, and causes supernatural side effects? As a woman of science, I must stand opposed to such superstitions!

... Tea?

"Yes. Yes I did say that."

FINALLY.

Wait. What did she just ask now? Does he drink tea? No, not that. What was the other thing? He was a bit thirsty. He normally didn't sweat as much as he had in the middle of being caught, so perhaps he could hydrate himself then be on his way. Though something did seem rather odd about getting an invitation to tea from the very person he was trying to rob.

"Huh? Oh, tea? Uhh- Sure. If you're buying. Or brewing. You're brewing. Sounds good."

Indeed! A person's best works are made with his or her own two hands.

I mean not only the tea, of course. The Self-Salting Potato is currently undergoing beta tasting so I am afraid it will have to remain here for the time being. As for the Infinite Energy Potato, oh so easily confused with the former...

It is unfortunately not here today.

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