What a weird ass planet. Did Rocket's relatives live here? If they did that would explain why he never talked about this place.
Quill had panicked when he found his body changed on the other end of a blast of light that had interrupted a perfectly good day looking for trouble to beat up. After the body check the walkman check, then equipment; at least those were fine. He half expected his music to now be recordings of neighing and whinnies.
"What the buck is this?!" Oh hey, he could talk still. A look around at his surrounding made it clear he had been separated from his team and his ship. "Aw no! No no no no no!" Abduction? Who the hell would throw him into a horse body? Okay that was redundant. Rocket might if he was pissed enough.
A strange piece of paper floated up towards him then, glowing with words about incoming and outgoing messages. Straightening his posture and adjusting his jacket, he pawed at the option to send a message with his forehoof-thing.
He cleared his throat. "Greetings. This is Star-Lord speaking," he announced with a forced-looking stern expression. "What planet is this and why did you bring me here? If you mean no harm and you need help, I can help you, but you gotta give a warning before you grab a guy first."
His sternness already starts to weaken from strong Drax level to typical Quill. "And if you're an enemy, my friends will be here soon. Better let me go before you get your ass handed to ya. Either way, I demand my face back." He flashes his blaster for good measure and blinks a couple times. "-And my body too while you're at it."
Peter Quill | GotG MCU -same prompt because I only threaded with Dante last time
Quill had panicked when he found his body changed on the other end of a blast of light that had interrupted a perfectly good day looking for trouble to beat up. After the body check the walkman check, then equipment; at least those were fine. He half expected his music to now be recordings of neighing and whinnies.
"What the buck is this?!" Oh hey, he could talk still. A look around at his surrounding made it clear he had been separated from his team and his ship. "Aw no! No no no no no!" Abduction? Who the hell would throw him into a horse body? Okay that was redundant. Rocket might if he was pissed enough.
A strange piece of paper floated up towards him then, glowing with words about incoming and outgoing messages. Straightening his posture and adjusting his jacket, he pawed at the option to send a message with his forehoof-thing.
He cleared his throat. "Greetings. This is Star-Lord speaking," he announced with a forced-looking stern expression. "What planet is this and why did you bring me here? If you mean no harm and you need help, I can help you, but you gotta give a warning before you grab a guy first."
His sternness already starts to weaken from strong Drax level to typical Quill. "And if you're an enemy, my friends will be here soon. Better let me go before you get your ass handed to ya. Either way, I demand my face back." He flashes his blaster for good measure and blinks a couple times. "-And my body too while you're at it."