#mine:open

something had bitten frank, something of a bug of dissent. was it problematic for him to be taking a crowbar to the outer castle walls of doom’s dominion? probably. was it worse that he was surrounded by the clutter of parts of ragingly dismantled doom bots? yeah, maybe. did he care? no. and that was dangerous for him. if he was caught, truly caught - he’d be thrown into the fights no question and he wouldn’t be able to help those that needed it when he was sent to bounty them. so when he felt someone approach that wasn’t of doom’s minions, a sharp “what?” escaped him as he slammed the crowbar deeper into the wall.

“no don’t touch that -“ layla’d reached over to smack the hand of the person entering her little corner of the museum, her other hand currently holding up doomzlers to her lips - little strings of fake cherry flavored licorice, some called them twizzlers, others red vines - but here they had a different name. anyway - she eyed the newly arrived person and offered a quick smile as she drew her smacking hand back. “i’ve been...er... told” she hesitated as she listened to tarawet’s warnings about the artifact she’d found not ‘feeling’ right and paused, “that it’s rare - so it’s delicate, is there anything i can do for you?”

she was shouting she was covered in the filth of a particularly hard-won battle - and she was frightened. anyone who knew valkyrie knew that she didn’t often wear her emotions on her sleeves - that she was rather fond to repress them down deeply under a heavily filled bottle of mead, or wine, or beer... or anything harder than that. and yet, here she stood outside the gates of the killiseum over the body of a once known asgardian - few of their kind. “i didn’t do this, i wouldn’t do this - you’ve got to believe me. he was gorm, a good man - i didn’t even know he was here...” her rage and fear quickly turned to the hushed whisper of regret and remorse.

but she saw the chaos was being handled and decided to do what she could as a citizen - “hey, hey!” she shouted as a crowd of scared latverions panicked, “get in, the museum is safe! come on!” she continued to yell before spotting someone she vaguely recognized. “you! you were assigned to this mess were you? if not, come help me help these people!”

“fifty doombucks, take it or leave it, pal.“ rocket stared over his inventory list at his current customer - waiting for them to accept the outrageous price. or for them to haggle, he loved it when they haggled. when the guy started to argue, rocket held up his paw and shook his head. “that was the discount, now yous gotta pay twice that but also add a few extra zeroes and throw in your pocket watch.” with sharp teeth, he grinned and as soon as the guy tried to do anything, groot stepped in from behind him - pulling the unruly customer up by his feet and slinging him across the room and away from them towards the exit.... right past a potential new customer. “what can i do for ya? ignore the last thing you saw, it was nothing, just groot taking out the trash.”