otherwordly meme.

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Otherwordly Meme

Sometimes all you need is a word to spark off an idea.

1. Post a comment with your character's name, canon, and any preferences you may have (no shipping, no smut, etc.)

2. Leave the comment blank or post a word or two in the body.

It may also help if you list scenarios you would like to play.

3. Reply to other people, either with words you picked out, or words they posted as prompts for a thread.

( A cleanup of the previous Otherwordly Meme. )

Comments

[kicksomegrass]

Yeah, and while you were busy rollin' around with your new friend, I hopped on the bike. You snooze, you loose, pal. Now get on before I leave you here.

[nostalgiabomb]

Dude. Come on. Don't be lame.

[kicksomegrass]

[ He gives Peter a long look ]

That gonna be a problem? [ and he taps a clawed finger to his own shoulder to indicate the one the Terran has been favoring since the shuttle went down ]

[nostalgiabomb]

What?

[ Peter was readying himself for another merry-go-round of arguing in circles, but Rocket manages to catch him off guard.

--Oh. His arm. ]

It's fine.

[ He says it brusquely, lifting his good shoulder in a shrug; it feels like a challenge. ]

'Sides. I'm in a better place to maneuver tight turns, seein' as how I can actually turn my head.

[kicksomegrass]

[ He's aware they're both in less-than-optimal condition right now, and his inability to really turn his head probably won't help either of them get out of here and get paid.

So, extremely reluctantly, Rocket moves back, giving Peter room to sit. ]

If you so much as scuff the paint, I'll kick your ass.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ VICTORY.

And because Peter is not, in any way, a gracious winner, he mutters in a stage whisper, ]

Finally.

[ before taking his seat at the front. He revs the engine and grins. ]

Hang on tight.

[ And with that, he guns it into the forest. Let it never be said that Peter isn't a wreckless but impossibly skilled driver. ]

[kicksomegrass]

[ For his own part, Rocket mutters something about smug assholes and leaving them to fend for themselves in the burning wreckage of a shuttle, because he is not a graceful loser, even when he concedes.

He just clings tight to the back of Peter's coat as they take off, secretly a little grateful for the chance to give his poor aching neck a goddamn break.

But, as their shitty fucking luck would have it, it's not long before the other two bikes- probably drawn by the sound of weapon fire from earlier- appear through the trees. Much as it hurts to, Rocket cranes his head around to look ]

On your six, Quill!

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter spares only a quick glance over his shoulder to spot their pursuers, and he hisses out a string of curses, half of which are said impeccably in the Rajak tongue. ]

Hang on!

[ The bike lurches with an abrupt burst of speed, and Peter maneuvers it through the trees and shrubs with the practiced ease of someone who's been chased far too many times. He flinches when a blast of plasma explodes against the trunk of a tree ahead of them, and Peter curses again (Karidian, this time) when the tree begins to tilt. With a crack, the damaged trunk gives way, falling to block their path. He squeezes his fist around the forward brake, kicking out the bike's rear as the vehicle skids sideways.

He slows them just enough to narrowly avoid getting crushed when the tree lands with a thunderous crash. Rather than try to correct their course, Peter lets momentum twist the bike all the way around to face their pursuers. Throwing it quickly into reverse, the engine roars again when he hits the accelerator. His fingers twitch against the weapon controls, and while the blast doesn't manage to hit either of the other bikes, it causes enough of a distraction that they both go skittering away to avoid getting hit.

It buys him just enough time to get the bike facing the right way -- and also to give Rocket an insufferably smug smirk. ]

And you wanted to drive.

[kicksomegrass]

[ Okay, Rocket is slightly impressed. Only slightly. In fact, if he really stops to think about it it probably wasn't even all that impressive. It was just Quill being a dumbass, per frickin' usual.

Yep. Not impressed.

He bares his teeth at the human ] If I was drivin', I'da blasted these assholes ages ago. Now stop bein' a hot-shot and drive already.

[nostalgiabomb]

I am driving.

[ Wow, Rocket. Way to puncture Peter's delicate ego. If only he could see the way Peter pouts at the lack of praise.

Another blast of plasma whizzes past them, and Peter swears he felt the heat of that one; it explodes against a boulder, and Peter only just manages to veer away to avoid the stone shrapnel. ]

Are you just gonna sit there or are you gonna shoot something?

[kicksomegrass]

Keep your shirt on! [ He’s working on it, okay? Even in if he were at 100%, keeping his balance on the back of a speeding bike with only Peter to hang onto would be something of a challenge. (Groot allowed for much better purchase than Quill’s precious leather coat.) Still, he manages to bring his rifle to bear and swings himself around to get a bead on one of their pursuers, clinging one-handed to Quill all the while.

All he can think is the Terran had better not do anything fancy and fling him off. If he does, he’ll just start shooting at bikes and not giving a crap who’s driving them.

One of the bikes swings wide to go around the opposite side of the boulder it had previously blasted. Works for Rocket, because it gives him less of a harsh angle to deal with. As soon as the guy clears the boulder, Rocket ticks his aim over and fires. Rocket’s rifle is a matter of pride for him, and it easily rivals the blasters on the bikes, so the poor schmuck and his ride go down in an impressive shower of flame and plasma. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter has about half a second to appreciate how badass that explosion is before he's sharply turning the bike to avoid a tree.

After that, it's a lot of careful maneuvering, avoiding the shots from their final pursuer while also avoiding the forest's many obstacles. More than a few trees are lost in the process. RIP.

Two successive blasts take out two trees ahead of them, and Peter has to slam on the brakes again, sliding the bike sideways. He runs parallel to the falling trees instead of waiting for them to crash against the ground. While this has the happy consequence of not getting them squished, it also gives their pursuer the opportunity to fly straight at them, picking up speed. ]

Rocket-- little help?