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[gamora]

Date & Time: October 7th, evening.
Location: The VR rooms.
Characters: Gamora & YOU
Summary: Wanting to punch some monsters, Gamora travels to the 90s. This time without broken spines.
Warnings: Standard comic book violence, will edit as needed.


( The scene that Gamora programs into the VR is surprisingly mundane at first glance - a jungle island complete with muggy heat and the sound of the ocean in the distance. Gamora herself looks different - dressed in a fishnet one piece with a V cut into the front down past her navel, black fur cape, and a surprising amount of gold jewelry. It's familiar to her, at least, drawn on what she remembers from her longest stay on Earth previous to her arrival in Exsilium. A castle - thin and almost pathetic looking rather than imposing - rises out of the jungle in the distance and completes the setting.

But Gamora isn't there to dwell on past memories, she's there to keep herself entertained. And what better way to do that than adjust the programming so her physical strength increased to the level it was on Godthrab and let herself loose on Monster Island?

Which is why she's grinning when the first giant creature crashes through the underbrush and she dodges a swipe of a gigantic clawed hand. Low key, good old fashioned physical combat - there really was nothing better. )

Comments

[variates]

[ she glances over her shoulder really quickly, in case what gamora's glaring at happens to be another monster of some sort. ]

Friend of yours? [ or probably enemy, given the weirdness surrounding this woman. ]

[gamora]

Teammate.

( How's that for an answer Sarah might not have expected? It's better than saying 'ex boy-toy', but as far as Gamora's concerned Sarah hasn't earned the right to know any more about Gamora's personal life than any other stranger. And now that Adam's back--

But seriously, what about her makes anyone think she'd have friends. Or at least classify them as friends. )

[variates]

[ sarah's finding it harder to believe gamora is on some kind of team. anyone could have friends - even vic (the dick) had some lowlife that served as his crowd. team means constant cooperation and from her first impression, she can't imagine the woman in front of her doing that quite so easily. ]

You're not some kind of space cop, right?

[gamora]

Like I'd want to be a member of the Nova Corps.

( Despite an alternate future where she did join the Corps that she knows nothing about. Still, seeing the look on Rider's face if she ever managed to get out the words "I want to join up" might be worth it. )

Quill let Rocket name us the 'Guardians of the Galaxy'. Proactive ass-kicking force, but it's really a band of people with nothing else to do.

[variates]

Guardians of the Galaxy? What're you planning on appearing on a Saturday morning tv show?

[ sounds like something Kira would probably watch - the thought of which makes sarah frown (as it always does when she remembers her daughter). ]

[gamora]

No, we plan on killing things no one else will or get ourselves killed trying.

( Have a blank stare, Sarah. It's not an impressive name but it's the only one they've got. Not that Gamora cares. Nope. No caring here. )

[variates]

I don't think that last part holds as much significance since you've told me you don't stay dead.

[ buttkickers would've totally been a better name gosh!! ]

[gamora]

Not always. It's anyone's guess if you'll come back or not.

( Which makes things... difficult. You can either give up on them and assume they're not coming back and move on-- but then what happens if they do? If they don't come back the same, if they don't come back at all when they should? )

[variates]

Shit. I think I prefer it when there's no doubt involved.

[ either if they stayed dead or if there was a guarantee each team - because truthfully, there are a few people she wouldn't mind seeing alive again. ]

[gamora]

( a shrug )

It's just the way the universe works. You get used to it.