Who: Nebula + You When: September Where: Solvunn, Horizon, Nocwich What: September Catchall Warnings: Nebula always carries the potential of carrying some mentions of child neglect/abuse, war, and genocide. But at the moment N/A
Even if we could, we ain't gonna be able to bring it back to Solvunn. They got rules about that shit.
[ They're stupid rules, but they're rules nevertheless. And yeah, it makes him a little bitter and a little mournful, and it also means his Horizon's gonna be chock-full of guns and blasters and guns and guns and guns once he's finished with his ship, because it's the only place he really gets free reign.
Even if none of it is really real. ]
Yeah, you got a point. I could never turn down a good scavenge anyway.
If it's in parts, not like they'd know. Strange rules aside, it's not like I don't keep finding weapons.
[ Her spear... Now, the sword that's back in her room. How does she keep finding them? She can't really say, but she does and they feel right. The spear's never even needed sharpened- ]
[ She shakes her head, weary. Flexes her hand - the metal one - instinctively. So much of this planet's metal looks and feels like scrap, especially in comparison to it. Even this much feels like an idle waste of time, something to do than not... ]
It might be our lucky day. [ Grumbled, ] Not that I've seen much luck lately.
Yeah. Depends on the weapon, though. Guns ain't gonna get us any goodwill with the people, believe me I've brought it up once or twice.
[ The Solvunn locals would rather deal with pitchforks and knives, and that's ... well, it's gonna get 'em all killed one day, he's sure of it. But Rocket has lived here long enough to actually care (heaven forbid) about not getting shunned out of the commune now. This is what happens when you find a place you don't mind living in, huh? You start to think about consequences.
Gross. ]
We make our own luck. Remember?
[ Trusting in some greater universal force is stupid and it's pointless and it leads to disappointment and expectation of something you should work on for yourself. Besides, any time he ever used to rely on luck or the forces beyond him has wound up with him getting shit-all. Usually the death of someone he cared about.
And now as they continue in the direction of a pile of scrap-metal bundled behind shoddy fencing, he doesn't turn around to speak, but he asks: ]
[ She scoffs a breath that's almost a laugh - certainly more noticeable to him than to others. ]
That's because they've never seen one. They also think they'll always be safe.
[ "As long as they have their gods," goes unsaid. She swallows back the more ready thing, the thing that'd been settling on her shoulders in the interim. War wasn't a far off thing. Her earliest memories included the massacre of her people, her family. She doesn't - won't let - want Solvunn to come to that. Even if, unlike Rocket, she doesn't want to stay there longer than necessary, doesn't feel quite at home in it - she still cares enough to not see that happen. ]
[ She doesn't say it, but maybe he feels it enough in the way she steps down as they turn into the crafting area. Her mouth tugged downward as she shakes her head: ]
You make plenty of luck. I've never had much of it, given or made.
[ It's true enough. Brute forcing things had never worked in her favor and what - didn't her attempt to kill Thanos end in being tortured and Gamora killed? Didn't her mere existence in the past make things worse? She's the sole reason Thanos was able to return, afterall. It only makes sense that the same luck plagued her now.
And of course she has to fumble, because Nebula's never been good at lying as she shrugs her shoulder and turns away. ]
I think they've seen 'em and they don't like 'em. [ And while Nebula doesn't have to say it, Rocket does. ] They think they can rely on their gods for help when it comes down to it.
[ Which is equally as stupid, but one raccoon ain't gonna change the minds of hundreds-year-old traditions. And he's tried. He's thought about smuggling all manner of weaponry from Nocwich, but Wanda had given him that warning real early on and surprisingly, he's abided by it.
He spares the crafting stations for anything useful or particularly shiny, or anything that might catch his attention.
And during that time, he shrugs in response to Nebula brushing his innocent question off. ]
Uh-huh. You know, I haven't looked at it in a while.
Yeah, and we've seen enough planets who've made that mistake.
[ Mumbled, idly. Plenty of people think they're safe until they're not. Too many rely on gods or something else. It's that why the Guardians existed, to defend those who couldn't? ... Not that she's a Guardian anymore, is she? ]
[ Her mouth is dry as she folds arms across her chest. ]
I haven't done any heavy-lifting. What am I going to use it for, shearing sheep?
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[ They're stupid rules, but they're rules nevertheless. And yeah, it makes him a little bitter and a little mournful, and it also means his Horizon's gonna be chock-full of guns and blasters and guns and guns and guns once he's finished with his ship, because it's the only place he really gets free reign.
Even if none of it is really real. ]
Yeah, you got a point. I could never turn down a good scavenge anyway.
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[ Her spear... Now, the sword that's back in her room. How does she keep finding them? She can't really say, but she does and they feel right. The spear's never even needed sharpened- ]
[ She shakes her head, weary. Flexes her hand - the metal one - instinctively. So much of this planet's metal looks and feels like scrap, especially in comparison to it. Even this much feels like an idle waste of time, something to do than not... ]
It might be our lucky day. [ Grumbled, ] Not that I've seen much luck lately.
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[ The Solvunn locals would rather deal with pitchforks and knives, and that's ... well, it's gonna get 'em all killed one day, he's sure of it. But Rocket has lived here long enough to actually care (heaven forbid) about not getting shunned out of the commune now. This is what happens when you find a place you don't mind living in, huh? You start to think about consequences.
Gross. ]
We make our own luck. Remember?
[ Trusting in some greater universal force is stupid and it's pointless and it leads to disappointment and expectation of something you should work on for yourself. Besides, any time he ever used to rely on luck or the forces beyond him has wound up with him getting shit-all. Usually the death of someone he cared about.
And now as they continue in the direction of a pile of scrap-metal bundled behind shoddy fencing, he doesn't turn around to speak, but he asks: ]
That hand doing okay?
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That's because they've never seen one. They also think they'll always be safe.
[ "As long as they have their gods," goes unsaid. She swallows back the more ready thing, the thing that'd been settling on her shoulders in the interim. War wasn't a far off thing. Her earliest memories included the massacre of her people, her family. She doesn't - won't let - want Solvunn to come to that. Even if, unlike Rocket, she doesn't want to stay there longer than necessary, doesn't feel quite at home in it - she still cares enough to not see that happen. ]
[ She doesn't say it, but maybe he feels it enough in the way she steps down as they turn into the crafting area. Her mouth tugged downward as she shakes her head: ]
You make plenty of luck. I've never had much of it, given or made.
[ It's true enough. Brute forcing things had never worked in her favor and what - didn't her attempt to kill Thanos end in being tortured and Gamora killed? Didn't her mere existence in the past make things worse? She's the sole reason Thanos was able to return, afterall. It only makes sense that the same luck plagued her now.
And of course she has to fumble, because Nebula's never been good at lying as she shrugs her shoulder and turns away. ]
It moves, so it's fine.
[ not helpful nebula ]
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[ Which is equally as stupid, but one raccoon ain't gonna change the minds of hundreds-year-old traditions. And he's tried. He's thought about smuggling all manner of weaponry from Nocwich, but Wanda had given him that warning real early on and surprisingly, he's abided by it.
He spares the crafting stations for anything useful or particularly shiny, or anything that might catch his attention.
And during that time, he shrugs in response to Nebula brushing his innocent question off. ]
Uh-huh. You know, I haven't looked at it in a while.
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[ Mumbled, idly. Plenty of people think they're safe until they're not. Too many rely on gods or something else. It's that why the Guardians existed, to defend those who couldn't? ... Not that she's a Guardian anymore, is she? ]
[ Her mouth is dry as she folds arms across her chest. ]
I haven't done any heavy-lifting. What am I going to use it for, shearing sheep?
[ She has, of course, not used it at all. ]
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[ Look, he wouldn't begrudge her of that choice if it's what she wants to do. New times, new lives, etc. etc.
He's working in the freakin' hospitality sector now, while tinkering with shit in his spare time like a regular 9-5er.
Anything's possible. ]