awesomemix | NEW FIRST AND THIRD PERSON SAMPLES.

[ooc-post a halloween event wherein characters had a chance to interact with lost loved ones.]

[Star Lord is on the feed.

He is, really, except that apart from his smile feeling more then a little forced, his features more then a little grim.]

So uh.

Does stuff like that happen a lot?

[The candles, the floating lights, the ghosts.]

I just want to know. So that I can prepare for it. Say lock my door and shove a bunch of chairs in front of it.

[Deep breath one, deep breath two. his mother's arms around him. Telling him she forgives him. She loves him. She's always loved him and she was so...so sorry.]

You know queen bitch if you're listening? [Using a guy's mom is a low blow] ...You can just...

[He wipes his eye] ...Forget it. Gamora? Rocket? Did you guys come out okay?

[Later, much later, he sends a private message as best as he can hoping to address it to the Queen because...]

You didn't wake her up right?

I mean she...It didn't hurt dragging her here? She's ...she's okay?

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THIRD PERSON

It takes a little bit of explanation that the thestrals aren't going to hurt him. What's really disconcerting is the look of regret on the man's face. New creatures in the stables, long black things that looked like something not from earth.

They looked like something from hell.

The plan however was to stage a sort of evacuation and Tony Stark's assurances that he could cobble a ship together that would even vaguely remotely resemble the Milano were falling short. At least as far as Peter was concerned even as he put his boots on one side of the creature to hop atop it. A memory swam out of the darkness as vivid and real as the creature seemingly beneath him. Hands clutched in it's mane, eyes straight ahead into the darkness.

"When I get back I wanna have a talk about why you keep looking at me with those big "oh god something happened" eyes because-" One foot hit the creature's side, tapped it, nudged it, and it sprang into the air with a woosh and a scream, it's hapless passenger gripping it's back with desperation bordering on terror. Memories flew past like wind, the ancient ones blowing away like the leaves that passed them. The creature flapped it's wings, gaining ground as he tried to recall how to control it. Twist your heel in to the left son.

His grandfather had only had the one horse. Terror was just that, a holy terror, but by the time Peter had been old enough to be placed atop him he'd been gelded. The movement of the thing's muscles beneath him, gripping the thing's mane tight. Gradually his hands loosened.

The first time Yondu had put him at the head of the ship with the air of an indulgent father, grinning as he sped off into the stars. That sense of motion at the head of something powerful filled him and he raised his arms tentatively over his head. They trembled only slightly in the mists, in the early morning green and fog - and he flew.

There had always been a sense of freedom and flight when he flew and even as the creature landed sending a jolt up his spine that made him grin as he hopped off it's back, he felt relaxed, he felt at peace even as the man shrugged his shoulders and smiled that same sad smile.

"Okay come on man, why the sad eyes?"

"It's a good escape, but thestrals are good for some." The man shook his head, "...Only good for some."

"why?"

"Most people can't see them." He frowned, "They're magic. They can only be seen by people who have seen death."

His good mood evaporated and the memories were lost, dissolved into dust. He withdrew his hand from the creature, feeling it's warm skin and frowning. He frowned at him, at it, those skeletal eyes, that tail...

It looked creepy.

He dropped his hand, "Good thing it was terrible to be on."

"Yes." the man shrugged, "Good thing." He looked back at him as Peter stalked out of the stable. Proof that you really should only rely on those who had proven themselves instead of tried and true methods. Proof indeed that you should not let anything like that get to you.

He shook his head. Here was hoping Stark finished his ship soon.