ximilialog | [Mostly Open] So we'll press, and press 'til you can't take it anymore!

CHARACTERS: Precursors and you. And Eventually Newton. Hopefully!
LOCATION: A holding room in Ximilia Station.
DATE: Est. two days post-mission, after the kaiju is defeated and the orb is retrieved.
CONTENT: The precursors are revealed — and are finally removed from Newt's mind.
WARNINGS: Possession and the bodily autonomy issues that come with that. More will be added if necessary!

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Also no rush once the open starters are posted!

Feel free to focus on the player plot log first and come back to this later.

CLOSED STARTER | THE DOCTOR
DARKLING'S TOP LEVEL | WHILE NEWT WAS SLEEPING...
OPEN STARTER | THE PRECURSORS, REVEALED
CLOSED FINAL CONCLUSION | THE PRECURSORS, REMOVED
OPEN PROMPTS | NEWTON GEISZLER'S RETURN

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[ Peter barks out a laugh at the irony of that reply, and he is so very tempted to press a kiss to Newt's face, just to see if that is really what disgusts these monsters. Affection, human connection, feelings. ]

Bold words coming from someone currently inhabiting a body that does not belong to them. [ When they lean in, Peter does the same, pressing his forehead against Newton's. ] Feisty. I like that in a partner.

[ Green eyes stare back into Newton's ones, pausing both to make them precursors uncomfortable with the closeness and to pay attention to the tap tap tap of the man's fingers.

S.O.R.R.Y.

Over and over and over.

Peter draws in a sharp breath once he gets it. Oh, Newton.

Still there, it seems. It must be him. Peter needs him to be there. So he taps his fingers a couple of times against Newt's forehead to make it clear he got it, playing it as another affectionate gesture. ]

How sweet of you to look out for him, but unnecessary. We will take care of things from now on. You have overstayed your welcome.

[ And that is a promise to Newt and a threat to the precursors. He leans back, bringing his hand up from Newt's cheek to his hair, fixing it, still gently. The other rubs at the blood on his neck and collar with the gauze. ]

Why, though? Is your homeworld so disgusting that you have to hitch a ride and come here?

[They always knew there was extra reason to dislike you, Peter Quill.

Absolutely unsightly.]

... Hey, Newton invited the vampire into his home the moment he decided to try drifting with us without a back-up defense. Blame him for us being in his head — he's the one who caused all this destruction, if you want to be fair and honest.

[Newton's fingers finally slow to a stop, after Peter taps his forehead.

The precursors either don't notice or don't care.]

And for the record... that's a stupid question, Pete. [The body flinches slightly at the sting of the antiseptic Peter applies. They don't really feel it. Just a natural response from this flimsy organic body of theirs is all.] Is that so-called family you left behind so repulsive that you had to ditch them to resolve your regrets?

[ In Peter's opinion, being hated by these assholes only means he is doing things right.

Watch out, bros, or you might get a real cheek kiss. Maybe even a hug. ]

As far as I know, those were desperate measures. You were invading their homeworld already. Trespassing. The only ones to blame are your lot. But he also told me his people won and that they kicked your asses, so you are only here and doing this all out of spite. Losing stings, uh?

[ He knows how it feels, he's lost many times in the past, but Peter is going to enjoy the schadenfreude when it comes to the Precursors. He works on cleaning Newton's scrapes as he works, checking for any deep cuts or remaining pieces of glass stuck on his skin. ]

My family handled themselves just fine without me for five years. I think you'll need to try harder than that to upset me, the bar is high.

[ The Guardians are a sore spot for him. It's true that he misses them like crazy, but it's Gamora that triggers his stronger reactions. ]

[They roll their eyes.]

Trespassing? We found Earth long before there were humans. We just... returned when the land was more fruitful is all. Just because you all naturally formed there over time doesn't change anything; humanity was just another thing we can say is our property.

What's the saying? 'Finders keepers'?

[They're trying very hard not to give Peter anything, not when their loss is mentioned. It does drive them mad to think about, that one little group in humanity had been able to dismantle their work. Or, it stings, makes them absolutely rabid with hate. But we mustn't give that to ol' Pete.]

Oh, right. The Guardians... We remember.

Gamora was here for a time, wasn't she? Sure was a serious one.

It is still not your planet, no matter how long ago you found it. Finger keepers don't apply when it's about someone else's planet. [ They aren't giving Peter much, it's true, but their silence also speaks volumes, and Peter allows himself to look smug for a moment. Little victories, he's learned to celebrate them. ]

So, what was it? Did you fight among yourself? Or did you simply exhaust your home planet's resources by being little greedy bastards, razing it like a swarm of hungry locusts? Oh, no, no, I know... maybe someone else kicked your asses in the past as well, and left you all with nothing. See, that would make sense. That's why you keep trying to steal other people's toys instead of sharing them.

[ Peter knows it's the most unlikely choice, but he's just trying to get under the precursor's skin. A small crease appears between Peter's brows, more confused than anything when he spots a bitemark of all things, on Newt. People were really fighting these bastards with everything they had back, uh? Peter decides it is better not to ask. He doubts that the Precursors will give him a straight answer anyway. With a small sigh, he cleans the puncture wound carefully before covering it up with a sterile dressing. ]

Being serious is part of Gamora's charm. [ Peter says as evenly as he can manage, but there's no doubt an edge to his voice. Something painful, deep, and somewhat dangerous. They're just fishing, trying to hurt him, and he knows that, but mentioning her will always cause him pain. ]

Mmm, well. When you have the capability of taking any planet you'd like, they all become your resources.

[They furrow their brow, following Peter's line of vision.

And then scoff, rolling their eyes.]

Ah, right. Pretty sure the girl who did this to him had rabies. It's a good thing nothing that happens to him matters, huh? It's not like any of us feel what happens to this fancy living suit. We could force his fingers back until they break and he'd be left to feel the brunt of it.

Nifty, huh?

I have the capability of punching everyone that crosses my path, but there's a reason why that's not a thing sane people do. You are just bullies. [ He doesn't say it as an insult, as he is stating a very true fact. In the end, there's nothing more to the precursors than that, being elaborate bullies. ] It's almost pitiful, I feel sorry for you all.

[ Sorry in the 'gods, could you be more pathetic if you tried? ' sense, going by Peter's tone when he says that last bit. He almost smirks at the rabies bit because the precursors sound almost offended. The threat to Newton's fingers, and his body integrity is worrisome, but like hell, Peter is going to give them the satisfaction of making it show in his face.

Instead of answering immediately, he sticks the children's band-aid on Newt's forehead now that the wound is clean, and another on the back of his right hand for no other reason than that the Precursors will have to stare at it. ]

You sound desperate now. Are you a proud race or super intelligent calamari? Be more dignified, guys.

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