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there's a river running wild. ([personal profile] shootstars) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2017-02-16 12:04 pm

the picture prompt meme

the picture prompt meme

I — Comment with your character.
II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
IV — Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please.
V — Be aware that this meme will be image-heavy.

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[personal profile] outruns 2017-02-18 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ brae scrambles back with peter as the weird-whatever-the-fuck-guarddog keeps loping down the hall, only barely fazed by the shots from peter's blaster, closely accompanied by her own. ]

Great fucking question.

[ another shot that hits one of the sharp teeth, and this time, one of them breaks from the creatures mass of jagged fangs, falling to the ground and searing a hole right into the concrete. the beast pauses to howl with pain and unmistakable rage, more of that acidic saliva welling up where the tooth used to be. ]

...oh fuck, I think that made it mad.

[ because while the creature stopped for a moment, it doesn't seem genuinely deterred.

brae keeps backing up the stairs as quickly as possible without tripping, tearing her eyes away from the toothy asshole advancing long enough to glance at peter. ]

Got any tricks in your purse, Star-Lord? Because I'll take anything right about no—ohshit—!

[ because the creature takes that instant to leap onto the bottom step, shaking the metal stairwell enough that brae nearly loses her balance. ]
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-18 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ With a level of exasperation that clearly shows this is not the first time he's had this argument, ]

It's not a purse—

[ But he doesn't get to finish – and neither does Brae – as the eyeless, toothy thing crashes onto the staircase, sends the whole thing juddering. Peter manages to grab hold of the railing with his free hand before he overbalances, and he hears Brae behind him, stumbling but not falling.

Fire this time, he decides, hitting the second trigger to shoot a blast of flame into its mouth.

That seems to piss it off, but it stumbles back, loses its balance as it falls off the steps. The next fireball hits it in the side of its head, burning skin and gums, and it paws at its head, gnashing its teeth. ]

Oh. [ This, brightly. ] Fire works.
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[personal profile] outruns 2017-02-18 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ brae watches with something between being impressed and disgusted as the heat of the fire melts flesh away from the creature. ]

Fuck, I didn't think that thing could get uglier.

[ but with the way it burns and howls, it's proving an incredibly potent point that, yes, that big fucker could somehow look worse.

she fires again from a few steps higher, but the better vantage lets her see— ]

Dude, eyes on its forelegs. Those weird little blinky things— see 'em?

[ and indeed, there are small, black spots dotting the creature's legs; brae hadn't paid attention at first (because getting the fuck away from the ugly son of a bitch took precedence), but the small eyes are blinking at intervals. ]
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-18 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Peter cringes behind his mask, nearly feels sorry for the thing, but—

Well, in their defense, this weird thing started it. Totally on it, for being all, I'm gonna melt and burn your skin off, probably before or after I chomp into you with my five million teeth. So Peter tries not to feel too guilty.

At Brae's direction, Peter blinks, makes another pinched face as he spots the eyes on its legs, and— ]

Jesus tap-dancing Christ. What the fuck? [ Then to the weird creature, ] Why are you like this?

[ But he shoots at its legs, and the thing howls, reels back. ]
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[personal profile] outruns 2017-02-18 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ any other time, brae might fucking laugh, but for now, she's far more preoccupied with the creature, and she fires a few more times at the thing's legs, until she can't even see the black spots anymore.

hopefully that means it's blind?

must be, because it knocks into the stairs, rather than climbing them, still snarling and snapping and dripping acid from its massive fangs. ]

Man, would you just barbecue this thing already? It's being way too loud.

[ god, if people didn't know they were here already, this asshole would sure be cluing them in. ]
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-18 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
Nag, nag, nag—

[ But Peter descends the steps again, and while the creature can't see him, it still seems to hear him – or sense him, maybe, maybe feel the vibrations in the steps as he climbs down. It bares its teeth – because what can it do but bare its teeth? – and tries to lunge forward as it opens its mouth—

But Peter was waiting for that, and his next shot is a ball of flame that shoots straight down the creature's gullet.

No screams, this time, no howls, but a sad little wheeze as the fire burns down its throat. It stumbles back, careens off a wall, and Peter fires again. The fireball punches out a fistful of teeth, but it burns away at the gums, keeping its acidic drool from flowing out.

Peter feels bad for it for another second before he steps up to it, shoots it point blank, straight in the head. The flame punches into its skull, and it stands for only a second longer before it finally collapses, unmoving. He keeps his blaster fixed on it for a second longer, the acid remaining in its mouth sizzling and popping against the concrete floor, and when it doesn't seem inclined to rise, Peter lets himself shudder in revulsion. ]

What the fuck, man.
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[personal profile] outruns 2017-02-18 08:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ peter's the one with the fire, which...seems to be the most useful thing at the moment, so brae stands back on the stairs, watching carefully with her gun trained on the creature, though her attention keeps flicking up to the corridor, making sure they haven't drawn any extra attention (and to make sure there isn't a pack of those gross things waiting for them).

but in the wake of the beast's howls and snarls, everything is still again, other than the crackle of acid and the occasional pop of singed flesh.

...because that really does a lot for the disgusting smell in the whole place. ]

Of course Owen has something fucking awful like this here. Of course he does.

[ she descends the stairs, careful to give the alien a wide berth in favor of the rest of the hall. ]

C'mon, let's keep moving.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-18 08:40 am (UTC)(link)

[ He clicks his second gun out of its holster at his hip, hefts in his hand for a second, as if thinking it over. It's only a split second of deliberation, though, because soon enough he holds it out to her, grip first. ]

Top trigger is electricity. Bottom is for fire.

Take it.
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[personal profile] outruns 2017-02-18 08:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ brae halts mid-step, watching closely as peter takes the second gun, and then—

—offers it to her.

she looks from the gun to his mask (because that sure is fucking helpful to know what's going on with his face), then back to the gun again. ]

Dude, you sure? I have mine, I'm good, seriously.

[ but damn if it isn't tempting. ]
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-18 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
I'm sure.

[ And there's a steadiness to his voice that speaks of certainty, and he keeps the gun held out to her. ]

If we're gonna keep running into more things like Cujo, over here— [ Punctuated by nudging at the creature with the toe of his boot, he remains limp and very dead and sizzling. ] —then bullets aren't gonna help very much.

[ Then, a little more insistently, ]

Take it. Okay?
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[personal profile] outruns 2017-02-18 09:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ another second of hesitation, and then brae nods, reaching out to take the blaster from peter. ]


[ and there's gratitude in brae's expression, something warmer in her smile, because fuck, she knows what a big deal this is, and the fact that he's trusting her with something of his, with one of his guns, even, is impressive.

warms her heart, really. ]


[ she tucks her own gun back into its holster (easily drawn, if she needs it later), then jerks her head down the hall. ]

Let's go already. The faster we get through this place, the faster we can friggin' leave.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-18 10:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ He very quickly nods. ]

This place sucks.

[ In place of a proper agreement.

But he's not wrong.

He steps around the creature, gives it one last little kick to make sure it's not playing dead, though he's careful to avoid kicking it in any spot where its spit still sizzles and corrodes the floor. No further movement, and he heads up the hall. The main corridor shoots off into other halls, other rooms. A proper floor, unlike the one they've just left, though considering all the noise they just made with Scrappy-Doo, it's apparently deserted.

Lights are on, but it seems like no one's home. ]
Edited (when u spot typos a million hours later) 2017-02-19 05:05 (UTC)
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[personal profile] outruns 2017-02-19 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ yeah, he is definitely not wrong.

everything is uncomfortably still around them, and at first, she keeps holding her breath for another one of those creepy teeth monsters, but nothing even moves. she finally just picks a hall leading off to the left, pausing by each open doorway.

slow, careful, peering into one and— nothing.

next door?

nothing. not even a goddamn rat.

but as they approach the third door, that smell of blood and flesh just slams into brae, and she pauses mid-step. ]

—the fuck is that?

[ she presses a hand over her nose and mouth, peter's blaster at ready, before she finally looks into the third room.

the place has been torn apart. blood coats the walls, the floor, and...the piles of body parts littering the entire space. ]

Holy shit.

[ ...that is absolutely not a squeak out of her as she stands in the doorway, her eyes flickering from one piece of gore to the next. the bodies look like they've been shredded, with jagged, ripped edges and what seem to be teeth marks with accompanying acid burns.

fuck, that guarddog clearly didn't care what it sunk its fangs into, apparently. had the stupid thing just been let loose in the bunker? did it get out? and what the fuck? ]
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-19 09:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ They alternate opening doors, one covering the other as the doors swing open.

Nothing. Nothing.

They empty rooms, the silent hall, set Peter's teeth on edge, makes that unease grow and grow and grow. He might literally hate this, the feeling of dread and anticipation at war with each other in his chest.

The stench of blood and viscera makes Peter grimace, though, and maybe it doesn't hit him quite as hard, thanks to his mask, but the way Brae covers her nose tells him it's probably just as bad as he thinks it is. He almost tells her not to open the third door, but—

... Yeah. You know, Peter doesn't know what he was expecting, but when the third door opens on this, he can't bring himself to feel too surprised. Still, he lets a soft, ]

Fucking Christ.

[ But Peter had been wondering. Why was a creature like the one they'd just seen simply wandering the facility? With acid dripping from its mouth, traveling corridors with floors and walls that clearly weren't treated to handle how corrosive that substance was? Either an escaped subject, or—

Or, well. Someone let it loose, and Peter only has a couple of theories as to the why of it. None of them are very good. ]

... C'mon.

[ This, when he can find his voice again, jerking his head back to the hallway. ]

I don't think we're gonna find much on this floor. We should keep heading down.
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[personal profile] outruns 2017-02-19 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ when brae can finally move again, she reaches out to very purposefully close the door, shutting out the disgusting scene in favor of the hall instead.

peter's right, and with the way the whole floor just smells, she doesn't really want to think about what other gruesome areas might be waiting for them.

not like anyone's probably alive, anyway. ]


[ she clears her throat, taking a few steps back. ]

Let's keep going. Can't run into much worse than that, right?

[ an attempt at levity she doesn't really feel, but she's content to retrace their steps to the main corridor, to another stairwell that leads deeper into the bunker. her grip is probably a little tighter than necessary on the blaster as anxiety and anger bounces through her in equal measures, but fuck, she's glad peter is here — a fact she only distantly realizes, because the reality is that having him around eases something in her (as much as it can, given the current circumstances). ]
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-19 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He feels that tight coil in his chest, emotions that aren't his, that aren't easily picked apart. Flashes of anger, in there, nervousness, anticipation, and a whole mess of other things he's not quite sure how to read, but they're there.

And as they climb down the next stairwell, Peter pauses, turns and hesitantly puts his hand on Brae's shoulder. ]


[ Softly, with all the reassurance he can muster. ]

Take a breath. We've got this handled, okay?
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[personal profile] outruns 2017-02-19 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ there's an automatic flare of relief when peter's hand settles on her shoulder, that unavoidable warmth that comes with contact, and she forces a slow, steadying breath. ]

Dude, what if he's not here?

[ part of her is terrified that owen already bolted, and they're going to pour over this place to dig up nothing. ]

Swear to god, if Lan tipped him off, I'm gonna break the rest of that guy's fingers.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-20 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
If he's gone, then we look for clues. Evidence. Track him down again.

We just keep houndin' him till he gets sloppy or exhausted or both.

[ He gives her shoulder a gentle squeeze. ]

Just like tracking down any other bounty, dude. You've done this before. Knowing this particularly turd-monger personally doesn't make it any different.
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[personal profile] outruns 2017-02-20 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ brae hesitates, then nods. ]

You're right. Fuck, I'm just— super off right now.

[ she scrubs a hand over her face with a short huff. ]

I— yeah, okay. I'm good, we've got this.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-20 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Peter gives her shoulder one last squeeze. ]

That's my girl.

[ Then, he gives her cheek a gentle little pat, leaving the whorls of his fingerprints against her skin, before quickly hurrying down the steps. He casts back over his shoulder, ]

You've got something on your face, by the way!
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[personal profile] outruns 2017-02-20 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ brae starts a bit at the words out of peter's mouth, leaving her legitimately stunned—

—until he totally ruins it by lighting up her face. ]

Dude! Are you kidding me?

[ but there's a genuine grin as she follows him down the stairs, two at a time. ]

That is so unprofessional!

[ pot, meet kettle. ]
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-20 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ His grin goes hidden behind his mask. ]

Yeah, probably.

[ Because professionalism is so boring.

But they both need the little pick-me-up, considering how fucked this place is, and the mood will probably be shattered in the next ten seconds as they reach the next floor, but— oh well. It's something, for now. ]
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[personal profile] outruns 2017-02-20 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ brae really needed that second to break the weight of the bunker, the painful uncertainty of everything weighing her down, and that itching want to get her goddamn hands on owen. it feels like they're unbelievably close, but she's going to be pissed as hell if this turns out to be another swing and a miss.

she chases after him down the stairs, finally coming to a stop next to him, only slightly out of breath. ]

You're lucky your mask is still up or you'd be a freakin' Christmas tree right now.

[ one last smile, and then she's turning her attention to the corridor awaiting them. there aren't any halls branching off here, but a few doors on each side, and one door at the very end. she lifts the blaster again, her steps forward a little more careful, in comparison to the dash down the stairs.

but something makes her stop, go completely still, and listen. ] hear that?

[ a few voices wafting under the door nearest them — small, soft, and...young?

oh, no fucking way. ]
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-20 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ At her threat, Peter just lives both shoulders in a shrug, as if to ask, "What're you gonna do?"

(Quote from man killed.)

They don't get too far into the hallway before Brae pulls up short, and when she does, Peter's gaze snaps to her, worried. He doesn't hear it at first until she says something, and when he does, his blood turns cold. ]


[ It's the first thing out of his mouth, and he darts toward the first door. A single, heavy door with what looks to be a basic lock. An eye-level slot is punched into the metal, currently slid shut, but Peter doesn't bother to slide it open. Instead, he fishes into the bag slung across his shoulders, going for his lock pick. He tosses his remaining blaster to Brae to free up his hands. ]

Cover me.

[ Though he's reasonably sure Brae is already moving to do just that, and he sets to work picking the lock. ]
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[personal profile] outruns 2017-02-20 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
On it.

[ brae's spent too many years doing this shit to not already be in position as soon as she catches peter's blaster. she keeps her eye on the hall, occasionally glancing back the way they came as peter starts on the door.

the noise has apparently drawn the attention from whoever's on the other side, and brae can hear the shuffling of small feet, a few hiccuping sobs drifting through the metal. it's a short moment before something clearer fills the quiet, a high voice, frightened and unsteady. ]

I-is anyone there? Hello?

[ brae bites back a wince, instead calling gently through the door, ]

Hey, yeah, somebody's here. We're gettin' you out of there, okay?

[ she can't quite make out the hushed, nervous voices on the other side, and the same voice replies. ]

Who...who are you?

[ she glances over her shoulder at peter. ]

Well, we've got the one and only Star-Lord here, and he's gonna get that door open real quick.

[ the voices behind the door (god, the kids, she realizes) get just a bit louder with their surprise and delight. least they'll get something vaguely okay out of this, meeting a guardian of the galaxy and all. ]

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