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Gamora | MCU | OTA

CHARACTERS: Gamora & YOU!
LOCATIONS: best friends rescue, b-sides, shooting range, good times, etc
WARNINGS: none yet
SUMMARY: catch-all for gamora and anyone that wants to meet/speak to her

Gamora was becoming more comfortable with life in Cadelle even if not everyone was particularly comfortable with her. She was still the only one that she was aware of that didn't look immediately Terran and was clearly from somewhere else. It's why she valued the friendships she had.

And the dog that Baby kept at B-Sides just had her thinking more and more about getting her own pet. For a couple of weeks she was one of those annoying people that kept visiting Best Friends Rescue and looking like she wanted to adopt a pet of some variety, but never quite able to decide what. A dog reminded her of Quill (it was a compliment, wasn't it?). A cat seemed more independent like her. They didn't offer up raccoons like Rocket, or little baby trees like Groot. Nothing was like Drax. Not that she should have been trying to recreate her crew with animals.

She had finally discovered the gun range as well, though the guns here seemed primitive compared to the weapons she was used to wielding. It also seemed safer to practice under a controlled environment rather than her apartment or anywhere else.

And then there were nights when sitting around reading up on Earth's history wasn't going to cut it, and she ventured out to the pubs and clubs, but her personal favourite was Good Times where they played the music she had decided was her favourite - nothing new, all the classics - and she could disguise her like of dancing by wearing roller skates and getting as lost in a crowd as a green-skinned alien could.

[ as always feel free to write your own starter with where you want to run into gamora, or hit me up

kindofabigdeal or pm. ]

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"You really are worse than Quill." Gamora was aware that Loki would have no idea who Peter was, but that didn't stop her from saying it. Loki was dangerous. Far more dangerous than Peter could be when it came to her affections. Loki had the mystery that Peter didn't. The experience. He definitely had the silver tongue. It was an oddly phrased compliment, but also a warning for herself.

"I don't really know Asgardian music, so not at all. I work at the music store here, you should try and find out if you like any of it. It might surprise you." Gamora smiled as she looked down at her fingers, the music for the skaters changing over to one of her favourite songs she had discovered.

Iggy Pop was proclaiming his lust for life for all to hear, and Gamora may have considered it a signal to do the same. "If you lap me three times I might let you take me out to dinner after. Unless you really prefer to wait."

Yeah, we take turns.

[ He was also quite wary about what people knew about him. Even here, where he knew it would not have an impact on his reality back home. He was just scared of what people would think if they knew what he really was.

He gave her a critical look, pursing his lips. ]

You don't look like you've got any robot parts.

Stiles was making his way around the city, trying to poke his head into all the places to see all the things. He needed to know what he was getting into, as well as marking off places her would either a) hang out / take a date to, b) work at, and c) volunteer at for extra energy points.

He's a gamer, and has all of these point levels written out and plans on how to "level up" efficiently.

The music catches his attention first at Good Times, and he goes to just lean up against the railing and watch the people skating around for a bit. He actually knows how to ice skate and isn't a complete klutz about it - so much better than Scott was - but he wasn't as sure about rollerskates.

He smiles at the green-skinned woman who comes to take a break next to where he is hanging out. "Having fun?" Just being polite and all.

"Thank you." He has no idea who Quill is, but he's very happy to be considered worse than Quill, especially since he suspects worse means tempting. That's the hope.

The little warm triumph comes to an abrupt halt when she lays out her terms, and Loki looks back at her sharply, then at the skaters. She's not serious? But she is, he realizes, of course she is, there's no way for her to lose. She gets him into a pair of those weird skates, either he makes a fool of himself and succeeds or makes a fool of himself and fails, and she doesn't need to lift a finger.

It's brilliant, and he takes a few moments to turn it over in his mind. Is he willing to take the risk of looking foolish in order to take her to dinner after? "Elaborate," he says, leaning forward again and gesturing at the skaters. "What do you mean by lap you three times, precisely?"

She did indeed mean tempting, and a part of her hated herself for finding him so. But the thing between her on Peter, wasn't it technically on hold right now? They weren't even in the same place. She also wondered if getting involved with someone that wasn't Quill might help her become more at ease with intimate relations.

Gamora watched him intently, not letting herself be distracted by the other skaters, or even nervous about his answer. A competition of sorts was her form of flirting. It seemed easier than starting a fight. Though an Asgardian would always be able to look after himself.

But she also felt it put them on more even ground. Loki was going to be out of his comfort zone in skates, just as she was out of hers when it came to 'dating'. "I don't think it's the most elaborate thing I could have come up with." She leaned a little closer herself, eyes flicking from his to his lips and back again. There was maybe a possibility that he could talk himself out of the situation, but she hoped not. "We start at the same time, and if you skate faster than me, overtaking my position three times then you win. That's what I mean, Asgardian."

Is there a winner? Or do we just stop when we've had enough?

[ Or a truth that's too personal gets revealed and one of them no doubt walks off. There were plenty of secrets for her to perhaps reveal, but it seemed harder to speak them in a city like this.

She couldn't help the smile that automatically happened at his response. ]

I'll take the compliment, but it's true.

(ooc: continued from the tdm)

I'm sure you mean that with the greatest respect, but you might want to be careful about how many times you say 'an object of scientific curiousity' around me. In my experience, that has never ended well because talking eventually stops being where the line is drawn.

[ Her expression doesn't change much, but there are clearly things about her history and even her crew that put her on guard for anyone interested in people as objects. Gamora does know that Reid probably doesn't mean harm, in fact something reminds her of one of Drax's more endearing qualities, but she needs to make her feelings clear.

On that subject at least. ]

I hope you won't take offence if there are questions I'm not yet ready to answer. I also hope that you'll let me have a question for a question once in a while.

Gamora was becoming slightly better in smiling before glaring when she was asked a question by a stranger. It wasn't going to do anyone any good for her to quite so closed off to making friends when they were all trapped in the same city.

Though it was entirely possible that her encounters with Frank Castle had left her a little wary of anyone that was entirely human and what their reactions to her might be.

But the boy's question was harmless and she gave a nod before her smile increased just a little bit. "Very much so. It's a very strange activity but I do like it. Do you skate?"

"I can ice skate. Never really did good on the wheels though."

He's not weirded out at all by her skin color. After all, his best friend can shift into a werewolf, he dated a girl that he first met when she was a coyote, and his father's deputy can set himself on fire.

"Hi, I'm Stiles by the way."

[ He shrugs. He thinks it might be a drinking game, back home, but it's not like he was invited to many house parties when he was at school. ]

I think we just stop when we want. So... you can't cook? Because if you can't I can teach you some easy stuff, if you want. Have you ever had meatloaf?

[ He rubs his hands over his thighs, thinking of what to say. ]

Okay, my turn. I was in the foster care system for a while. I knew how to drive before I knew how to read. I collect iPods.

Oh. Sorry. I promise, hands-free interest only.

[ He puts his hands up, palms out, as he says that. Reid still thinks being potentially offensive there was a better move than even implicating a... romantic interest. Perish the thought. He wouldn't know the first thing about how to handle that. ]

No, I won't be offended. I don't want to suggest that I'm depersonalizing you or any other non-human race. Actually, why don't you start, [ he suggests, which is a classic profiler's move of letting the subject have control to try to put them more at ease. ] Ask away.

[ mick typically leaves the city to head into the forests beyond cadelle's populated areas to practice his firearm skills. but with the weather being less than lovely this time of year, he'd opted to check out the local gun range instead. he heads inside to sign in and grab a lane to shoot only to learn that his heatgun is 'not permitted' except for in the practical shooting skills course, which is temporarily unavailable. strike one.

naturally, he glares at the clerk and takes the offered handgun, which feels tiny in comparison as he weighs it between his palms. he's summarily dismissed after signing the necessary waiver forms and picking up his safety gear. after checking that the safety is still engaged, mick walks to lane 9 (the one he'd been assigned) which it seems already has an occupant. strike two. great. ]

You've got to be fucking kidding me. Either you're in my lane or these idiots don't know how to count.

[ sorry gamora. he's a hothead to be sure. ]

Edited 2018-01-25 19:58 (UTC)

[ Gamora turned at the voice in the middle of reloading a clip. Behind her was the target with a perfect grouping of shots in the middle of the silhouette's chest. She nudged back the safety earphones and regarded the human interruption.

Her gaze flicked up to the lane number, double-checking that it was indeed lane 9 as she had been originally told. Then she leaned over to regard the 'helpful' clerk. ]

I'm hardly surprised. They didn't seem particularly fussed about looking up from their reading material. Does this mean you don't want to share?

While Valkyrie hadn't been in Cadelle long, it didn't take her more than a day's work to figure out where the bars were, and the liquor stores, and the gyms, too, thank you very much. She hadn't been lying to Thor when she said she had every intention of continuing to drink, but her wish to move past her past relied on trying new things, too. Like not drinking as much.

That being said, the only way to judge a bar was to order a drink, and the current establishment was delivering there, but it was so damn quiet she could hear herself think and it was distracting, to say the least. Normally the last thing she'd be doing at a bar was striking up a conversation, but she didn't seem to be the only person not finding what they were looking for.

There's a beautiful woman sitting further down the bar and she figures, what the hell. She's here to make friends, right? So she approaches with a smile and her own half-finished drink, and slides in beside the other female, doesn't even bother to take a seat.

"Please tell me you're as bored with this place as I am?"

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What's a meatloaf? [ It rang a bell, but she had a feeling it was because of some CDs she'd been putting away earlier. An album to do with bats. ] But no, I can't cook. I've spent my life on ships. There's not always good kitchens, or food options.

[ Gamora was quiet as she considered him and his possible truths. He had at least made sure she knew what an iPod was by now. It was like Quill's Zune from Yondu. ]

Why would you need more than one iPod? Is that the lie?

Gamora rarely went out with the intention to drink, but occasionally she did. Mostly on the nights when she was missing the other Guardians more than she cared to admit. The nights when nothing seemed to distract her from thoughts of her sister, and what Thanos had done to them. Thoughts that made it hard not to focus on whether or not the city was truly granting her wish and that Nebula wasn't so bent on killing Thanos that she would lose herself completely. Again.

Once upon a time she had also found silence comforting, but thanks to Peter and his relentless love of music, she was struggling to break the mood without some songs. Or at least to truly wallow in her feelings without a soundtrack that matched.

She blinked at the voice, being brought back from wondering exactly which song might fit her current state, she found herself smiling despite herself. There was something in the other woman's expression that was contagious.

"I'm not sure bored is quite the right description, but it is lacking a little... ambience."

Unfortunately it wouldn't be the first time I've experienced it, though your motivations are different.

[ He was lucky then in meeting Gamora. She didn't immediately assume anyone had romantic intentions towards her. She did, however, easily believe that they might have untoward scientific intentions.

But she relaxed again at Reid's assurances, touching the menu for something to do as she considered what it was that she immediately wanted to know from her new friend. ]

Your profile said you worked at the FBI. What is the FBI?

"I have not tried to ice skate yet. Is that fun?"

Gamora's smile became a little crooked when she realised just how well he was taking her appearance in stride. It reminded her of meeting Magnus. She did have to wonder what Stiles had experienced to make him so relaxed around her.

"Hello, Stiles. I'm Gamora."

[he's met a lot of weird people and been to a lot of exotic places. fought aliens who're grey and evil and fuck with your head, but he's never seen a green woman before. pardon the momentary staring. he's trying to be better. he swears.

after a few moments of checking her out, he spies the beautifully shot up target and a smile appears at last replaced quickly by a frown when they both look back at the clerk sitting there with a magazine looking like he'd rather be anywhere but getting paid. mick can sympathize but it's still annoying.]

Guess they'll pay any bum off the street to hang around here. I wasn't planning on sharing, but I got a feeling that if I go back and ask for another lane that it'll be a good half hour before he hears me.

Not bad job on the target. Bet I could do better though. How do you feel about contests?

So it's speed she's after, speed and agility. Loki has both of those in spades, ordinarily. Watching the varying levels of skill in the other skaters still makes him wary, and he considers countering by asking if she's trying to tire him out, but he dismisses that out of hand. That doesn't speak well to his stamina, and in truth, three laps around this space is well within his ability. At least, it would be without wheels strapped to his feet.

"And if I lose?" he asks, turning to her again with that same intent stare coupled with a little thoughtful smile. "Will I merely slink away in disgrace, sent away, never to approach you again?"

Gamora didn't think it was entirely wrong to make sure he could keep up with her. If she were to go the route of straying far away from any 'unspoken thing' with anyone in this city, and focus on particular needs instead - then it was important they keep up. She already knew he could talk his way into and out of anything.

Her eyes starting to shine with amusement as she watched him weigh up the consequences. And just how much he thought she was worth putting on a pair of skates for. "I hope not. I think we'd both lose if you did." Gamora tucked some hair behind her ear as her tongue flicked out against her lips. "I'm open to negotiation when it comes to a secondary prize."

[ Gamora's used to the stares. It was never an issue out in space, but here where the majority of the population is Terran, or at least look much more Terran than she does - well, she gets stares.

She waited it out patiently, though if the staring had become uncomfortable he might have found himself pushed up against the side of the lane, and threatened with maiming.

Her head tilted at the question before a much more predatory smile appeared. ]

There is no way you could do better than me, Terran. What are your terms for this contest?

[ He really can't gainsay her wariness. In fact, he's more likely to applaud it. Reid knows too well how easily someone can be something other than what they seem, and how much they can hurt you. ]

The Federal Bureau of Investigation. It's federal level law enforcement. I'm part of a team that specializes in catching the worst offenders-- serial murderers, sexual assault, child abductions, anything else the locals don't think they can handle on their own.

If I seem overeager or intrusive, I apologize. Ordinarily, the chances of me meeting a non-human sentient in my lifetime are... almost nil. [ Reid transitions from one subject to the next with almost no change in inflection or indicator or acknowledgement. He sounds comfortable apologizing, though, neither obsequious nor reluctant. ]

I like my odds. [he says as he shifts his stance, fishing through his pockets until he procures a 100 cuddlebuck note. he lays the crumpled bill out on the counter carefully, smoothing it out as he does.]

A hundred to the winner. You can pick what kind of a game we're playing. Fair?

And just like that, Loki's decision is made. Now, if he ventures forth and wins or loses, he will triumph, and if he withdraws, he will lose ground. It's really no decision at all. He straightens, a sheen of magic painting over his suit with well-fitting leathers, deep green and black instead of the garish Sakaaran blue and purple and yellow.

"Well then," he says with a sharp smile, "I accept."

It would have been cheating even by Loki's standards if he'd simply created a pair of skates for himself. After a brief negotiation, he's laced up his own pair and is getting the feel of them as he steps onto the smooth floor and skates carefully over to her. They're treacherous, he thinks, but there are techniques and tricks to this, and he's quick and agile. This will be fine. "It was, I think, beginning at the same time?"

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