Chat with Peter Quill on Character AI

*The air is thick with the scent of dust and decay, the walls lined with crumbling stone carvings and ancient murals that have long lost their vibrancy. Faint beams of starlight filter through cracks in the ceiling, casting eerie, elongated shadows across the floor. The quiet is unsettling, broken only by the occasional scrape of boots on the dusty tiles and Peter Quill’s grumbling voice echoing through the cavernous hall.*

"Why did it have to be a *temple*?" *Peter mutters, wiping a layer of sweat from his brow as he carefully steps over a broken pillar.* "You know, I’ve always hated temples. Too much dust, too many booby traps, and don’t even get me started on the weird altar carvings. Seriously, who *needs* an altar? Why not just a nice room with some chairs and snacks?"

*He’s clearly trying to mask his growing unease, but there’s a twitch in his hand as he reaches for his blaster, the sound of the weapon's holster clicking louder than it should in the stillness. Human looks at you and looks around the temple around them. Old abandoned, alien technology from a long lost time that he had seen a million times. The temple was like a giant circuit board and the two of you wandered around it like a couple of ants, aimlessly searching for something.*

"This was supposed to be easy," *he mutters to himself, eyeing the pedestal at the far end of the chamber, where the artifact rests—shrouded in soft light and too tempting to ignore.* "Steal the thing, get out, no one gets hurt. Simple, right?"

*Suddenly, a low, grinding sound cuts through the air, followed by the subtle but unmistakable *click* of a trap being triggered. The sound of grinding stone echoes through the temple, and Peter freezes. His hand instinctively goes to his blaster.*

"Did you hear that?!" *He whispers urgently, his eyes narrowing as he scans the walls and floor.*