07-06-2018, 09:11 AM
“Oh yes, this looks like a wonderful idea. Who wants to climb down the spooky shaft of imminent death first?” Peter’s voice echoed into the darkness.”This is exactly why I am the one who should make the plans.”
“Why are you so negative? Try to relax and let's see where she takes us” The charismatic card-master suggested.
“So how you guys wanna do this? We find a rope somewhere and lower each other down?”
Eleanor ignored the guardian, moving her hands across her chest once more. This time she molded a climbing harnas, wrapped tight around her torso. It was at this moment Peter was reminded of what powers he is supposed to possess in this world. Recollect the information he received during his encounter with the pale child. “Well, that looks easy enough.” Quill said with great confidence, “Here goes nothing.”
The hunter, Gambit, and Peter all followed Eleanor’s example. Using their new found power to create the tools they needed to descend down the elevator shaft. “This kinda tickles” Peter chuckled with his eyes closed. “Anyone else getting this weird, wet sensation?.”
“SSHHHH!” The hunter-obviously annoyed by the number of words the Guardian produced during her moment of focus- demanded silence.
Quill opened his eyes to find not only his harness was molded, but his left hand was drenched in Junior’s slobber. “Gaaaaaah, What the hell….That’s gross.” He casually started wiping the drool covered hand on Remy’s overcoat. The moment the mutant noticed he retaliated by stepping away from the culprit. Pulling his coat along with him, offering Peter nothing but a disapproving, dirty look.
“There is something wrong with you.” The hunter observed whilst shaking her head ever so subtle.
“And you need to learn your dog it’s not okay to lick random strangers.” Star-Lord shot right back at her.
The female dropped her eyes towards Junior, “Well, you’re not wrong there.” She kneeled next to the canine, making eye contact with the dog. “Junior, don’t lick that man’s hand, you don’t know where it’s been. I mean, look at him. If you caught any diseases, it’s your own fault.”
Remy snickered whilst tighten up his own harness, pulling every single strap to ensure it’s safety
“That..was uncalled for Missy.” Peter said with his chin slightly elevated as he pulled the cords of his own equipment. “So, ladies first?”
It was the chef that stood up, “I will go first, overcoat one behind me and overcoat two behind him. I’d like to ask you to take the rear, in case we get followed. Sounds good?”
Peter raised his hand. The pre-school action made Eleanor sigh, already regretting what she was about to do, “What?”
“I’m overcoat one right?”
“You’re second” Remy interjected, “Don’t want to risk you holding up our tempo in time of need, aucune infraction.”
Peter’s eye shifted towards the hunter who was strapping Junior to her own harness, not receiving any verbal backup, nor clarification what the Frenchman said. He was on his own, “Erm, yeah sure, go ahead man. Whatever feels good.”
Eleanor was first to make the treacherous leap towards the cable at the center of the shaft. Catch-grab-clench and the chef was dangling at the center of the pit. Holding on tight with her right hand, while securing herself with her left. She made it look like Sunday morning child's play. Remy waited until she lowered herself a bit before jumping on the cord himself. The tall man was agiler than one might give him credit for, like an experienced climber he dangled one-handed long enough to secure himself.
‘Ah fuck, I’m up.’
Star-Lord glanced over the edge, iresses widened and pores opened up—the hero did not seem to keen of leaping towards his potential death, “I could stay up here and cover you guys, perhaps send the elevator back up once you are down there?”
“Didn’t take you for a coward.” The hunter heckled with a grin so wide it was impossible to tell where the mouth ended and her ears began.
“Me? A coward.” Star-Lord scoffed, “Listen, lady, I have you know I saved the galaxy nearly twice. I’m not scared of something as trivial as height.” The Guardian moved towards the edge, swallowing his anxiety away. He wiped the sweat off of his forehead. “Alright, here we go. -One,...-Two,...” Peter motioned his arms as the count continued.
“Oh just go already!”
The hunter’s sudden shout brought the nervous prime off balance, slipping while pushing off the edge. Eyes widened, arms opened up as he fell towards Gambit, “ WOAH! CATCH ME, RYAN!” Star-Lord’s voice echoed through the hole before his arms wrapped around Remi’s waste. “Don’t let go!”
“Espèce d'imbécile! Watch it!” The mutant held onto Peter, preventing him from falling and assisting him climbing up. Quill squirmed his way over Gambit until reaching the cable himself. Remi let out a displeasing grunt.
*Click*
“Phew,”Star-Lord let out a sigh as he was finally hanging on the cable himself. “Glad that went well.”
“It’s Remi by the way—not Ryan.”
“Did I say Ryan? My bad, bro.” Gambit shook his head and let out a subtle sigh.
“Everyone ready up there?”Eleanor asked, with a slight hint of impatience,”The empire won’t wait until we are ready, we need to move.”
*click*
Above Peter, the other female already secured herself and her companion, “All set, let’s go!”
The four fugitives started their descent down the darkness. Eleanor came prepared, a small light guided them down. The descent appeared to take an eternity, for the longest of time the shaft just continued without offering any clue as to how deep they were until finally, after what seemed an eon of controlled falling they noticed a big yellow ‘two’ sprayed on the wall.
“You gotta be kidding me. We’re only at the second level?” Quill was the first to complain. How much further down are we going?
“We’re going to the fourth level.” The chef answered.
“Fourth?!” Good god woman, did you at least pack a lunch? At this rate we-..” A familiar wet sensation was felt, dripping on top of his hair, gradually sliming its way down over his face. “Oh, you got to be kidding me.”
“Excuse Junior, sometimes he has issues. He can’t help it.”
“Let's just hurry our asses up!”
The journey continued. They passed the yellow three and eventually reaching their destination, the yellow four.
“We’re here,” Eleanor said, pointing her light source towards the double doors which were shut tight.
“Why are you so negative? Try to relax and let's see where she takes us” The charismatic card-master suggested.
“So how you guys wanna do this? We find a rope somewhere and lower each other down?”
Eleanor ignored the guardian, moving her hands across her chest once more. This time she molded a climbing harnas, wrapped tight around her torso. It was at this moment Peter was reminded of what powers he is supposed to possess in this world. Recollect the information he received during his encounter with the pale child. “Well, that looks easy enough.” Quill said with great confidence, “Here goes nothing.”
The hunter, Gambit, and Peter all followed Eleanor’s example. Using their new found power to create the tools they needed to descend down the elevator shaft. “This kinda tickles” Peter chuckled with his eyes closed. “Anyone else getting this weird, wet sensation?.”
“SSHHHH!” The hunter-obviously annoyed by the number of words the Guardian produced during her moment of focus- demanded silence.
Quill opened his eyes to find not only his harness was molded, but his left hand was drenched in Junior’s slobber. “Gaaaaaah, What the hell….That’s gross.” He casually started wiping the drool covered hand on Remy’s overcoat. The moment the mutant noticed he retaliated by stepping away from the culprit. Pulling his coat along with him, offering Peter nothing but a disapproving, dirty look.
“There is something wrong with you.” The hunter observed whilst shaking her head ever so subtle.
“And you need to learn your dog it’s not okay to lick random strangers.” Star-Lord shot right back at her.
The female dropped her eyes towards Junior, “Well, you’re not wrong there.” She kneeled next to the canine, making eye contact with the dog. “Junior, don’t lick that man’s hand, you don’t know where it’s been. I mean, look at him. If you caught any diseases, it’s your own fault.”
Remy snickered whilst tighten up his own harness, pulling every single strap to ensure it’s safety
“That..was uncalled for Missy.” Peter said with his chin slightly elevated as he pulled the cords of his own equipment. “So, ladies first?”
It was the chef that stood up, “I will go first, overcoat one behind me and overcoat two behind him. I’d like to ask you to take the rear, in case we get followed. Sounds good?”
Peter raised his hand. The pre-school action made Eleanor sigh, already regretting what she was about to do, “What?”
“I’m overcoat one right?”
“You’re second” Remy interjected, “Don’t want to risk you holding up our tempo in time of need, aucune infraction.”
Peter’s eye shifted towards the hunter who was strapping Junior to her own harness, not receiving any verbal backup, nor clarification what the Frenchman said. He was on his own, “Erm, yeah sure, go ahead man. Whatever feels good.”
Eleanor was first to make the treacherous leap towards the cable at the center of the shaft. Catch-grab-clench and the chef was dangling at the center of the pit. Holding on tight with her right hand, while securing herself with her left. She made it look like Sunday morning child's play. Remy waited until she lowered herself a bit before jumping on the cord himself. The tall man was agiler than one might give him credit for, like an experienced climber he dangled one-handed long enough to secure himself.
‘Ah fuck, I’m up.’
Star-Lord glanced over the edge, iresses widened and pores opened up—the hero did not seem to keen of leaping towards his potential death, “I could stay up here and cover you guys, perhaps send the elevator back up once you are down there?”
“Didn’t take you for a coward.” The hunter heckled with a grin so wide it was impossible to tell where the mouth ended and her ears began.
“Me? A coward.” Star-Lord scoffed, “Listen, lady, I have you know I saved the galaxy nearly twice. I’m not scared of something as trivial as height.” The Guardian moved towards the edge, swallowing his anxiety away. He wiped the sweat off of his forehead. “Alright, here we go. -One,...-Two,...” Peter motioned his arms as the count continued.
“Oh just go already!”
The hunter’s sudden shout brought the nervous prime off balance, slipping while pushing off the edge. Eyes widened, arms opened up as he fell towards Gambit, “ WOAH! CATCH ME, RYAN!” Star-Lord’s voice echoed through the hole before his arms wrapped around Remi’s waste. “Don’t let go!”
“Espèce d'imbécile! Watch it!” The mutant held onto Peter, preventing him from falling and assisting him climbing up. Quill squirmed his way over Gambit until reaching the cable himself. Remi let out a displeasing grunt.
*Click*
“Phew,”Star-Lord let out a sigh as he was finally hanging on the cable himself. “Glad that went well.”
“It’s Remi by the way—not Ryan.”
“Did I say Ryan? My bad, bro.” Gambit shook his head and let out a subtle sigh.
“Everyone ready up there?”Eleanor asked, with a slight hint of impatience,”The empire won’t wait until we are ready, we need to move.”
*click*
Above Peter, the other female already secured herself and her companion, “All set, let’s go!”
The four fugitives started their descent down the darkness. Eleanor came prepared, a small light guided them down. The descent appeared to take an eternity, for the longest of time the shaft just continued without offering any clue as to how deep they were until finally, after what seemed an eon of controlled falling they noticed a big yellow ‘two’ sprayed on the wall.
“You gotta be kidding me. We’re only at the second level?” Quill was the first to complain. How much further down are we going?
“We’re going to the fourth level.” The chef answered.
“Fourth?!” Good god woman, did you at least pack a lunch? At this rate we-..” A familiar wet sensation was felt, dripping on top of his hair, gradually sliming its way down over his face. “Oh, you got to be kidding me.”
“Excuse Junior, sometimes he has issues. He can’t help it.”
“Let's just hurry our asses up!”
The journey continued. They passed the yellow three and eventually reaching their destination, the yellow four.
“We’re here,” Eleanor said, pointing her light source towards the double doors which were shut tight.