prismatica | video ;; un: gamora

[She does perhaps make a sight, for a number of reasons. The first is that her skin is green, even if she is humanoid in appearance. The bone structure of her face is slightly different mind, although it's not overly noticeable, but enough to draw a second look anyway given those silver markings. Her face is framed by strands of hair that are ombred, starting one colour and fading to another. Her expression is... less than impressed, although with Gamora, that tends to be a typical state of being.

She has that hard expression, lips pursed and dark eyes roving. She appears to be resting against a wall, alert, wary, and ready. A long look from beneath her lashes as she regards the feed, before talking.]

Of all the idiotic things I have heard, this has got to be up there, and that is saying a lot.

[Not that she can deny having arrived here, or been guided, or even that annoying music that had started on the screens. Moon phases... Cataclysmic event... New adventurer. She was fine in the adventure department without adding anything else to it. And being stuck here was not going to help the galaxy. Thanos... She knows that he looms on the horizon, a bomb waiting to go off. Yet one that won't, if she has anything to say about it.]

I seek several individuals. They... might have gotten in to trouble already. One goes by the name of Star-Lord, or Quill. He has a strange fascination with music and other Terran- Earthian- Human things. Another is Drax. He is- [Where does she even begin with him.] Hard to miss. Mantis is a third. There may also be a furry creature by the name of Rocket who has an obsession with weapons or one who calls himself Groot. If you've knowledge of them, I would speak to you.

[A pause.]

Or to any who know of a means of departure. I've elsewhere to be.

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Nowhere? [And thus, the misunderstanding persists.] Sure! It's where I send my opponents.

... to mine?

[As she isn't aware of any portion of it being a prison.]

...

Is that what you do with losers in your galaxy? Send them to the mines?

I don't do anything like that. I'm saying I kill them.

That is what individuals tend to do when they get to the Celestial's head. Mine it for it's resources.

[Aside from other various jobs that revolve around that.]