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Yondu's immediately weak, gasping for a breath that his lungs desperately want after having it all seep out of him in that cold vacuum, dropping down to his hands and knees coughing. There's a piece of paper in his hand and he can barely pay attention to it right then. He doesn't even register that his clothes are different. The rucksack drops to the ground beside him as he hacks and catches all of that sweet oxygen he was missing out on not five seconds ago.
The blue man (every bit of him blue, even the inside of his mouth, the only exceptions being his red eyes, cybernetic headgear, and sharp teeth) wearing a blue team uniform leans back on his haunches. Yondu's finally taking a look around him, because this isn't really the afterlife somebody figures they'll run into. He squints, hands on his knees, nose crinkling up in utter, potent confusion.
"The hell is all this?"
He reckons that means he's playing along.
But boy, isn't that a pretty sight he finds in his rucksack when he finally digs all the way into it. Piling everything out onto his assigned bunk and there's a pretty little arrow. About a foot long, gold and with a glowing "ruby" towards the end. Well, well. Someone wants him to be able to act up at some point. Either they're a damn fool or they're smarter than he's givin' 'em credit for. Whichever it is, he smiles a jagged smile to see it again. Good friends make a new place a little less lonely.
He holsters it in a pocket of his cargo pants pocket for now. Awkward as it's half sticking out, but at least he can keep track of it that way.
He snags a mug, fills it up, and finds himself a seat in the dining car. Then he just sits, hands around the mug, letting it seep into his bones, closing his red eyes and trying to forget the feeling of the cold digging into his skin. Horrible needles of pain, so chilly it burned. It was just as horrible as he expected. He hoped it worked, he figured Quill's buddies'd be on top of picking him up. Hell of a shitty experience though.
He finally takes a drink.
"Yeah, this is terrible." But what does he do? Take another drink of it.
Edited 2021-02-06 11:41 (UTC)
There's a bottle of something he can't identify. Terran stuff. He doesn't care. It's going in his face. Is it poisonous? He doesn't know. It could be. Might as well scald out his insides in celebration of the world being slightly less wierd.
He pours himself a mug (yes, a whole mug from the kitchen, that probably still has tea flavor in it) and wanders over to snag a couple of the earphones and review the music, see if there's any songs or names familiar to what he used to listen to. He's both missing Peter more than before and feeling guilty as hell about how that whole situation went. He could have done better, he's seen himself do better, and half of his crew were asshats really didn't deserve placating by him pretending Quill meant nothing to him.
Hindsight is bad enough in 20/20 but this shit is under a microscope.
"Hey, do you know what the name of this song is?" he asks someone nearby, before whistling a little of it. He's heard it before, he just can't recall the name and right now he's really feeling it.
For anyone that's not yet vacated to the Quiet Car, I need a speaker system before this train has us on shut-down. Which cuts us a li'l' short on time but I'll be quick about it.
Good luck to the rest of y'all. I'm headin' to the music car.
Maybe it's not great that he found something that brings out his eyes considering what color his eyes are compared to his complexion. But whatever. Someone who's used to slumming it his whole life is being given the chance to look nice and he's going to take it.
Though he might be caught looking at his reflection and occasionally trying to hide the scarred half of his face, just wondering what he'd look like if he wasn't all marked up. It's not a huge deal, but he's never been this dressed up before.
He can't tell if it's calming or boring as hell. But at least there's food.
Edited 2021-03-06 22:05 (UTC)
He didn't get a good look at the outside, but he saw enough to know this don't match. Clue number two that everything is real wrong is how a bunch of people that look nothin' like him go walkin' by him like it's nothin'. How a vendor comes up to him and offers him something to eat that, when he holds it to his nose, doesn't smell great.
"Yeah, I think this is a li'l' out of my price range. Y'all notice somethin' a little off here?" A pause. "Nothin' at all?"
"Oh, there's a few problems out at the farms but since the demons left things have been great."
How the everlovin' hell is he going to have the patience to talk someone through this? He folds his hands in front of his nose, taking in a deep breath. "Fella, you notice anything off about me?"
The guy stares at him. Squints. Scrunches up his whole face. "...Is this a trick question? Are you famous?"
It's been less than five minutes and he's already rearing to get pissed off.
Oddly enough he's not used his arrow to kill or even threaten anyone in a solid three weeks. Literally the longest he's gone without havin' to. He doesn't know if it's relaxing or he's itching for a fight, but it's at least still useful. The fin on his head is lit up, strobing threads of light as he "looks" ahead.
The people behind him are starting to register that it's not normal that he's leaving red light on the dark walls. That what he's holding in his hand leaving a trail of brilliance behind it, illuminating the path, isn't a funny little torch.
At one point he turns back and he can see it on their faces. It's wearing off.
"Ma'am. Woops."
But... this is some old farm woman's life. Kindness, from the time she was a child to her old days. Love from her children and family about what feels like the smallest damn things.
You may dress like us, but you'll never hear the horns of freedom when you die, Yondu. And the colors of Ogord will never flash over your grave.
He frowns down at the scroll, his heart literally hurting in his damn chest, then shifts his red gaze to the corpse next to him. He pulls out that train journal he's not used for shit, starting to write down an abbreviated version of what he's been reading. Just in case those visions turn out, it should be written down in a place that won't get wiped away.
He's been sparse on using those supplies so far. He ate one meal a day and managed his energy the best he could, but once he's fed again after that work he helps himself to a bottle of beer in one of the evacuating local's stores. Then he slings his rucksack over his shoulder, grabs an old wooden chair, and heads out of the cavern.
Some of the citizens are making for the fight, but there are a whole lot hanging back and they need someone to keep this entrance safe. Sure he'd like to be over there where that good time is, but he'd be kickin' himself if one of those demons got down there and got somebody.
So Yondu plops down his chair in front of a rock about mid-shin tall. He opens up his pack and pulls out the smallest of the speakers he was given, does a small hook-up. Ope, wait. In the middle of this he hears little bastard scrambly noises somewhere off behind him. He stalls long enough to kill that demon with a quick whistle and a flash of red. Clear? Good.
He settles in the chair, kicks up his feet on that rock with one leg crossed over the other at the ankles, and pops the cap off his beer. He turns on a song that Quill liked (and he did too) for some quiet background noise. If someone comes up, they're going to find him camped out, easily picking off the occasional demon that comes around the corner with his arrow, enjoying his beer.
He's claiming some straight-up sandwich meat for himself, rolling up slices and munching on that as he's going by some people he recognizes.
"Got some water n' juice n' food if you need anythin'," he asks someone as he comes up to them. "Stopped by the train and stocked up. "How are ya gettin' along?"
He's just finished in one house and leaving carrying his toolbox when the owner follows him out to the door. She says something with her cutest grin. He throws on his best 'charming pirate' smile and leans against the door moulding as they exchange comments. She even gets bold enough to straighten the collar of the shirt he's wearing under the layers of hoodie and coat.
And then a teenager shows up, happily yelling something to the lady of the house as he runs in. The woman suddenly is bright red and retreats into her home, and Yondu keeps smiling until she's gone. This close. He was this close to being invited back in.
He's not really embarrassed, he's cranky as he retreats to the nearest person who's working on something that he can actually do. "What do ya need?"
Edited 2021-03-27 19:45 (UTC)
He heads back off into the train to check in on people and hopefully avoid the platform 'cause he doesn't like explaining to people they got no choice in being here. After his history, it's not right. I tastes bad in his mouth to say it. Hates to be one of the people that plays along by it without more of a fight.
He'll let other people handle that bit. They're better at it anyway.
He walks with the faint, clinking rattle of some bars of yaka metal cut into strips, mostly meant as gifts for people he worries about or who have done right by him. A little goes a long way and he feels like he's holding a goldmine on his hands. Even his arrow felt like a rarity. In this he's got a whole big tribe's worth of hunting gear.
The very selfish, greedy part of him loves it, and right now it's overwhelming every other part. He's letting himself be a Ravager and a Centaurian. He's serving his crew and the tribe he's making in his own head. Sentiment, festering and deep, is coiling through him hatefully. It's going to take him out at the knees eventually. The only safe place he has to hide and just let it stew a little is in the Ravager perspective, in the hunter's view of things
Yondu'll go around and go find his people to check in on them. He's got a few other specific ones he wants to seek out because of that. If he sees any strays along the way, he'll try to set them straight.
Edited 2021-04-01 05:02 (UTC)
Like a wallflower he picks a place away from everyone and just plops cross-legged onto his blanket, not even fully unpacking the picnic basket to grab things out of it to eat and drink.
This world makes him homesick. As much as a man who never had a real home can be homesick. It's a strange world that he looks like he shouldn't be stepping on. He fights off any thoughts of it looking like the world a Celestial will make (which at least he's fighting off some thoughts) and just missing world-hopping on his own.
He'll be off to himself for a while.
He can't think of a single damn person to send a thought to.
Like many people, he has the thought of sending a thought to a past self or something. But all he can consider is a good hearty 'Fuck You'. No good thoughts relating to himself in the past. No desire to remind anyone that he even existed because they made it real damn clear they didn't want to remember him.
Finally, he looks to a person near to him. "D'you want this thing?" He offers them the bag.
Edited 2021-04-10 09:05 (UTC)
- The printer is limited to items the size of a large dictionary or a quart jug, and the raw material drawer accepts materials about the same size.
- It comes preprogrammed with things like various sizes of bottles that could be used for potions, as well as screws, nuts, bolts, and nails.
- The item has to be a consistant material. You can make the bottles, and then the lids. You can make fine wires you might need for soldering. You can make bullets and casings. You can't make an entire device, or a bottle with the lid and contents, or full ammunition.
- You have to make your own biological or volatile contents. It can't create potions or power sources or chemicals that need to be used in whatever you're building. You can't print a wooden item.
- You can't use uniquely produced substances. You can print items made of glass, common crystals, plastics, aluminum or iron. You can't print items made of vibranium, orihalcon, kryptonite, or flubber. Basically if it can't be produced on most worlds, then the printer can't handle it and will just spit the material back out with a screen note that it's not an acceptable material.
- Raw materials can by bought through the shop for the price of a small item.
- The printer will take cleaned glass bottles, plastics, aluminum, and leftovers from other store-bought items as raw materials. It won't take train-created items. Meaning you could put a coke bottle or the remains of an iron spike found on a mission. It wouldn't take train silverware.
- Magically generated raw materials can be used (such as terrible copper), but they will probably create items of lower quality.
The printer is meant to make it easier for people to get simple items between stops without using the shop, not as a replacement for the shop. So people who make potions will have a container for those potions or engineers won't be at a loss for repair/basic construction supplies or they could slowly do unique projects. People who design custom ammo for their weapons can use it for basic parts.
And then it clears, and the sleepers are taller.
"What the heeeell?"
He wrinkles his whole face up, sharp teeth bared in the most confused grimace as he tips his head back to look up at the sudden double decker layout. Oh no. What fresh hell is he gonna get back in there and see. That's gonna have to be investigated before he wanders off to find what he ordered.
Someone might hear the passive, bored whistling before they see him. It's melodic and he's good at it, lots of vibrato, ranging from the little bit of classical music he's picked up in the music car to stuff he's found that he thinks Quill would have liked. He's half under the computer desk, leather space pirate-biker looking uniform clad half poking out from under it with the chair moved off to the side to make room for him while he goes through the motions. A round connector rolls out from under the desk where he's working, and someone who isn't expecting it might be surprised to see a very blue hand (maybe not surprising, since the blue population is higher than one would expect) reach out and flail around in search of it.
"Oh goddammit, can ya hand me that?" he asks the person he can barely make out as vague silhouette from his vantage point.
OOC: Second link is a louder than the first.
Edited 2021-05-01 06:55 (UTC)
Me an' WangJi are the Blue Team Leads. [Which having a scarred space pirate biker with a gravelly voice as a lead, for those that don't know, probably make Blue Team seem a lot harder than it actually is at first glance. At least WangJi looks a lot more refined.]
Recently we put out a survey, you can come by an' grab one if'n you're plannin' on accompanyin' us on any missions. Let us know what y'all can do. [He makes a loose gesture in the air.] Hell, even bein' good at hagglin' a price can be useful to us. We gotta talk to people an' engage with the wildlife an' run evacs.
We held a census meetin' recently but considerin' we got a lotta new folks an' need to reorganize some team roles as some of us lit out at the last couple platforms.
Hit us up in the standard car.
[Both Leads are there. Ready to bring whatever to the table.]
Edited 2021-05-04 18:03 (UTC)
Who: Yondu and OTA
Where: Cinema Car
When: Llama 3
What: Yondu shows a few of the holovids he got from home (Battle for Xandar, Flerken Documentary, Ravager Info)
Warnings: A "Damn Nature, You Scary!" scenario
OTA in the Cinema Carriage
Newsreel: Battle for Xandar
Yondu's been looking forward to this one the most. Partially 'cause he wants to remember some of the good times of bein' back home. This victory was a definite high point, even if he missed a good chunk of the battle from above. He'd still been fighting below.
It's a ground view of the notorious (in his universe) battle. He points at the Eclector as it's approaching, speaking over the correspondent on the ground who's narrating the airbattle. "That'n was my ship! An that other'n was called the Dark Aster." He says as a swarm of small M-ships drop out of the bottom of his own vessel.
Then he points to the ship up between the two blast ships. "That'n was me. An' down there's Quill, that's my boy. An' there was Kraglin' an' Rocket. Now the plan originally was that they'd blow a hole in that there an' both me an' Quill'd go in but uh..."
He's quiet until a chunk of debris takes a third of his ship off during the mayhem of the frantic fight and he starts going down.
"...Looks worse than it was. Ended up fightin' ground troops an' havin' to watch from down there, too." He says as a bunch of little Nova Corp Star Blasters show up, escorting Peter's ship. Then he claps once and points with a big jagged grin "-Lookit that! Look at how damn good Peter did flyin' in there." He's proud as hell of his dumb boy.
He finally settles back in to watch the grid up, where it cuts away to talk to an eyewitness reliving their portion of the account and what they were doing that day.
"They show some more in a li'l' bit."
Flerkens: The Improbable Creature
Yondu's quiet this time, listening to the David Attenborough level voice narrate.
It's set in some space ruins, about Earth levels of development though before whatever apocalypse happened there. In a cityscape there's a 'cat' wandering, an orange striped tabby, looking fairly normal at this point.
"The Flerken mother's clutch is near hatching. The young will be vulnerable, so she is patrolling the area of potential predators. And she spots one. A native canine commonly called a 'three-eyed terror hound."
The view shows a massive dog, about the size of a horse, sniffing around the remains of an alien vehicle. "It has caught the scent of a potential meal. The mother-to-be needs to act quickly." The tabby goes darting along an overgrown curb, flattened down as low as she can get, stalking. She has that wild-eyed cat look. She bides her time under the car as the monster-sized animal gets near a rusty shipping container, swiss-cheesed with holes from age.
"Now, she strikes."
That's when the Flerken darts out with the speed a mother cat is usually seen exhibiting before protecting her kittens. What is not usually seen (by humans, anyway) is the mother opening her head completely up and tentacles pouring out of her mouth. She makes a nightmarish noise as she grabs the would-be egg-eater and swallows it whole.
"Her young are safe. For now."
A camera inside shows the Flerken mother going to lay among her eggs, of which there look to be at least 200 some.
"That's what cats look like to me," Yondu says to the person watching with him, then carefully eating a piece of popcorn.
Ravager Country
There's a wide-spanning shot of something that looks like an asteroid until it pans to an angle that reveals that it's a massive skull with a city built into it. This narrator sounds a little more energetic and excitable.
"Welcome to Knowhere." The camera cuts to a street view of pretty questionable looking people wandering around. Everything still mostly intact because this was filmed before Ronan got ahold of the place, but that doesn't say much for quality. A pink man with brown hair and dressed about as recognizably like a field reporter as a space person can look is guiding the cameraman through a marketplace.
"This is one of the best places to find brokers that deal with Ravagers. Usually they serve as middle-men between someone that wants an item or a capture and the Ravager faction they hire. Different factions pass through Knowhere on a regular basis. In fact there are over 100 Ravager factions, and we have one moving in now."
The camera turns to show a bunch of Ravagers walking towards a bar. They're all wearing black and have a different 'flame' design on their uniform. The reporter approaches them to talk.
"I didn't know none o' them," Yondu says, wrinkling up his nose and shrugging. "I think they got Contraxia in here, too." He'll just not mention half of what he's done on Contraxia.
Where: Cinema Car
When: Llama 3
What: Yondu shows a few of the holovids he got from home (Battle for Xandar, Flerken Documentary, Ravager Info)
Warnings: A "Damn Nature, You Scary!" scenario
Yondu's been looking forward to this one the most. Partially 'cause he wants to remember some of the good times of bein' back home. This victory was a definite high point, even if he missed a good chunk of the battle from above. He'd still been fighting below.
It's a ground view of the notorious (in his universe) battle. He points at the Eclector as it's approaching, speaking over the correspondent on the ground who's narrating the airbattle. "That'n was my ship! An that other'n was called the Dark Aster." He says as a swarm of small M-ships drop out of the bottom of his own vessel.
Then he points to the ship up between the two blast ships. "That'n was me. An' down there's Quill, that's my boy. An' there was Kraglin' an' Rocket. Now the plan originally was that they'd blow a hole in that there an' both me an' Quill'd go in but uh..."
He's quiet until a chunk of debris takes a third of his ship off during the mayhem of the frantic fight and he starts going down.
"...Looks worse than it was. Ended up fightin' ground troops an' havin' to watch from down there, too." He says as a bunch of little Nova Corp Star Blasters show up, escorting Peter's ship. Then he claps once and points with a big jagged grin "-Lookit that! Look at how damn good Peter did flyin' in there." He's proud as hell of his dumb boy.
He finally settles back in to watch the grid up, where it cuts away to talk to an eyewitness reliving their portion of the account and what they were doing that day.
"They show some more in a li'l' bit."
Flerkens: The Improbable Creature
Yondu's quiet this time, listening to the David Attenborough level voice narrate.
It's set in some space ruins, about Earth levels of development though before whatever apocalypse happened there. In a cityscape there's a 'cat' wandering, an orange striped tabby, looking fairly normal at this point.
"The Flerken mother's clutch is near hatching. The young will be vulnerable, so she is patrolling the area of potential predators. And she spots one. A native canine commonly called a 'three-eyed terror hound."
The view shows a massive dog, about the size of a horse, sniffing around the remains of an alien vehicle. "It has caught the scent of a potential meal. The mother-to-be needs to act quickly." The tabby goes darting along an overgrown curb, flattened down as low as she can get, stalking. She has that wild-eyed cat look. She bides her time under the car as the monster-sized animal gets near a rusty shipping container, swiss-cheesed with holes from age.
"Now, she strikes."
That's when the Flerken darts out with the speed a mother cat is usually seen exhibiting before protecting her kittens. What is not usually seen (by humans, anyway) is the mother opening her head completely up and tentacles pouring out of her mouth. She makes a nightmarish noise as she grabs the would-be egg-eater and swallows it whole.
"Her young are safe. For now."
A camera inside shows the Flerken mother going to lay among her eggs, of which there look to be at least 200 some.
"That's what cats look like to me," Yondu says to the person watching with him, then carefully eating a piece of popcorn.
Ravager Country
There's a wide-spanning shot of something that looks like an asteroid until it pans to an angle that reveals that it's a massive skull with a city built into it. This narrator sounds a little more energetic and excitable.
"Welcome to Knowhere." The camera cuts to a street view of pretty questionable looking people wandering around. Everything still mostly intact because this was filmed before Ronan got ahold of the place, but that doesn't say much for quality. A pink man with brown hair and dressed about as recognizably like a field reporter as a space person can look is guiding the cameraman through a marketplace.
"This is one of the best places to find brokers that deal with Ravagers. Usually they serve as middle-men between someone that wants an item or a capture and the Ravager faction they hire. Different factions pass through Knowhere on a regular basis. In fact there are over 100 Ravager factions, and we have one moving in now."
The camera turns to show a bunch of Ravagers walking towards a bar. They're all wearing black and have a different 'flame' design on their uniform. The reporter approaches them to talk.
"I didn't know none o' them," Yondu says, wrinkling up his nose and shrugging. "I think they got Contraxia in here, too." He'll just not mention half of what he's done on Contraxia.
Edited 2021-05-05 00:37 (UTC)
Then to whoever's still with him/around, he calls out a, "Alright, y'all. We need to set up shop, we need to some investigatin', an' when we get somewhere we need to take inventory, see what we got to work with." Because it'd be a bad idea for Madoka to unload her arms band. "We're gonna have to pool up some credits or somethin' if we wanna get space."
Luckily one of the folks has an idea for that.
He ends up bewildered by what he's seeing on the occasions when they're attacked, He doesn't see vines, but distortions in the video display. Pixelization and grainy shapes, and each time he'll go over and watch the person if they seem to be having difficulty. With a couple of the younger ones he knows he might sit with them quietly until he knows they have it under control.
Sometimes people will wake up at a save point and find a little bit of food and water waiting on them.
Otherwise there's not too much he can do but watch, and he'll be hanging out by Kaiba's laptop doing that.
As a slave he always slept in military settings. As a Ravager, he tended to sleep around other Ravagers. On the train he had roommates. And here? Here he found himself alone in a room with the sounds outside of it too loud and the isolation in it magnifying that creeping sense of loneliness that nearly kills him sometimes.
So he's finding floors to sleep on. Someone else each night, so he doesn't get damned wierd(er) about it. Always greets 'em with a sad basset look and a touch of a knowing cringe. "Mind if I take up some o' your floor space tonight?"
Edited 2021-05-09 09:41 (UTC)
But the worst part? Is when he gets to where things are nice. When everything feels right. When grated metal clangs under the thick souls of his boots. When there's a damn rustic pre-industrial inn right next door to a lush, flowering garden, there's the smell of salt sea air, the cries of distant birds. All of it gives him that genuine 'new' feeling that comes with places, combined with the little ticks of familiar sensory input that feel so much like home. It feels unbearably good.
Then the voice. Oh god, that voice. Tough guy drawl with something jovial and unconquerable in it, perfectly manufactured to sound like a badass. "Yondu!" it says, and just the sound of his name without hate in it is like he flew his arrow through his own heart.
"Stakar?"
He follows the sound to a man leaning against one of those tavern walls, as out of place as anything. An older guy, but broad as any heroic VoidTrekker, would be well fit with a purple uniform if he weren't in black Ravager gear, a good solid set of broad shoulders decorated with two glowing photonic sails, glowing orange. He pushes away from the wall and walks over to Yondu, reaching out to grab him by the arms.
Yondu flinches like he expected to be handled violently despite the comfortable warmth this place puts in his stomach. But he doesn't back away from it even having expected that, he doesn't shy, and the moment those hands are friendly his own blue ones jerk up and grip Stakar's coat lapels.
"This ain't you, is it?" he rasps out the tragedy of the situation. "I'm gonna be honest I ain't sure I give a damn. I got so much I messed up an' I need to get right..."
The last time he was in this room he was surrounded by his crew, screaming for the blood of their brethren. But now it's filled with the frozen bodies of those former Ravagers. Just floating like miserable nightmarish decorations, waiting, lingering uselessly and drifting in this enclosed area like they would be in space.
In one hand Yondu has a small ceramic frog and in the other a little trinket windmill. Poor weapons but he's been holding onto the both of them trying to remind himself that he has other friends he's gotta get to by the end of this. He gets out, he helps them, he helps his new crewmates get out of this shit, right? But he sure as shit was helpless to do anything for this crew. What did he do, make the culprits pay afterwards? He refused to let them continue their lives as Ravagers after disrespecting their kin so violently.
But it didn't bring them back. They're still out there in the black somewhere.
And now he can see them. They weren't exactly friends, but they were loyal. They were steady men, good men, that found joy in life. They were real Ravagers through and through and they depended on him, and he'd been forced to watch them all meet their ends with fearful eyes. Not to a fight, but to having the air and warmth seep out of them.
You're the one what killed those men. That's what he'd been told. By leading them down the wrong path.
"I was ready to be with ya. I was okay with it." Yondu, as a rule, doesn't cry. He got that beaten out of him long ago. But he more than makes up for it in the sheer anguish in his expression, the look of a man holding a bloody stump and reliving the shock of a lost limb. Only he's whole. He's alive. And that's unfair.
"It shouldn't be me, here. I don't deserve it. It shoulda been one of y'all." The objects in his hands have warmed under his nervousness to the point he's nearly forgotten they're there.
Edited 2021-05-19 22:23 (UTC)
Name: Bianca
Contact info: Disc crotchetyneanderthal#4935 | PM any journal
Character: Yondu Udonta
About them: Cabin U1:B
-Former slave to the Kree Empire turned Space Pirate Biker. Exiled from his group and still upset over it. Raised a Problem Child who was part Space God.
-On the train he's been adopted by a couple of kids and he's made friends, some he's been too stupid to fully recognize as friends and not just acquaintances that are going well so far. He's also still kind of terrified of people hurting him, but he was called family by a couple of people and told he was loved in a friend context which is completely new for him. He's also one of the Blue Team Dads.
-I had been having him have an 'out of his league' crush that was causing some funny awkward moments but I went so hard during the event no more embarrassment for him. He gets to recuperate a little of his pride. Not too much of it, but a little, as a treat.
Plans:
-Mission Trauma: I shoved some of his stuff out in the open, as in a couple of people have actually seen Stakar at this point, they saw what happened to his crew, and a couple of people know he's pretty much given up on life in general. The only current reason he's still trying is that there are some people that depend on him.
-Heist-Planning Brain Activated: He's getting some locks to help teach some hoodlums to improve their lock-picking skills for mission purposes. He knows there's a couple on blue team who listed it in their skills but he'd help anyone learn who has an interest in not being taken captive. After the last mission he's getting worried about the Ministry taking notice and starting to take some precautionary escape planning out of pure paranoia.
-ICP Adventure: He's going to be doing a little experiment with Mono where they try to see where he can reach through the ICPs/if there are parts of the train the ICPs go that they don't know about yet. This is just for the silliness of Mono bringing back random-ass shit ala Baby Groot. If anyone has some non-essentials they're willing to have go missing because Mono decided to present them to Yondu and mildly horrify or surprise him, please let me know. They'll be given back fairly quickly (he'll do a lost and found box in the standard car).
-Nature Stuff: Centaurians in Marvel Comics have a tight connection with nature, and I've been vaguely using it as Yondu being like, "I like these plant-filled places because they remind me of my homeworld that I barely remember." He never learned to explore it being raised the way he was. Someone else with a connection might be able to point out, "Hey, you might have a solid reason".
CR wanted: General stuff, just hit me up, and I want some bawdy scumbag conversations that I can make some terrible jokes with.
Things to avoid: Breaking his fin or arrow are no-goes, no long-term mind control.
Character: Entrapta
About them: Cabin L2:D
-Mad scientist with the ability to move her hair (and it's constantly moving) and works on robots. Has experience with magitech and sees magic as an integral part of invention. Loves any chance to work with other scientists.
-Royalty who does not act at all like royalty. Princess of a mining kingdom named Dryl and lived in a castle (Crypto Castle) that was basically a labyrinth. Has a crush on a giant bat creature alien clone.
-She was working with void-sensitive radios and getting other opinions from people. After a couple of months of work she finished a combat bot named Claudette. Finally finished up a drone project she prodded out for a while and did some thorough investigation of the Hard Light tech. She used her experience after the illusions on Erda to try and help people during the last mission.
Plans:
-Medical Aid: She's offered to help out the Medical staff with Cybernetic issues (she has experience from helping in Season 3 and with removing/deactivating the mind control chips in Season 5). So if someone wants to have her help she will be available for it.
-Illusion Stuff: She's going to try some various illusion solutions (as many people will be) to try and prevent herself from being affected by them because she knows she's weak to them. She wants to augment her welding/protective mask to be able to protect her.
-Meta-plot Research: She's going to order some conductive resin and using the stones she salvaged from the Endless River and start building antennas as part of a project to see how distant a signal they can send. I'd love her to have help.
-Claudette the Service Animal Robot: She's going to order some stuff to invest a little more effort into making Claudette an effective mission aid. She's normally in the gymnasium, and she probably actively enjoys it if people shoot at her 'cause it means she gets to play dodge. So long as they don't destroy her (she needs to be able to regenerate) and they are decent to her Entrapta's not going to complain.
-Soul Lantern: She's going to be trying to help Soldat with his soul in a lantern problem. She'll subtly ask around about people that have experiences that have some sort of 'bound object' or wobbly soul experience.
CR wanted: She's a fixit fidgety scientist so make use of her.
Things to avoid: If someone comes at her hard with negative CR she'll just avoid them. It's not productive to engage with someone like that.
Character: Alvin Murphy
About them: Cabin L4:D
-Was called the 'savior of humanity' and the 'zombie messiah' back in his universe and love-hates the role. He's a mind-controlling king of the zombies who runs a club called 'Limbo' and dresses to suit his stage of evolution (apocalypse permitting). Once took over Spokane, Washington and renamed it Murphytown. Has been both blue and white in the past, but is currently crimson-skinned and straight-up decided to dress for the devil look.
-Origin story is your generic "science experiment gone awry" after he was strapped down and mauled after being given a test vaccine. He's more than happy to play along with scientists so long as he's a willing participant. When he's not there's hell to pay. He's covered in some really rank scars (cw for those here).
-He's admitted to maybe a couple of people that he's been a father, but not really shown off how much his daughter's passing messed him up. He got to play tacky bartender. He's flirted a lot and noted how obscenely hot the adults on the train are. One of his best friends here is a telepathic alien.
-There is usually either brain cubes in the freezer, a brain in a brown paper wrapper, or black cookies with red Zs on them. He labels his stuff now. DO NOT EAT MURPHY'S COOKIES they're zombie crave friendly.
-Infected a bunch of people on the last mission but then suffered psychic withdrawal almost as soon as he was back on the train. He can also make jewelry out of scrap metal now thanks to the ability he consumed there.
Plans:
-Generic AF: Still want him to learn necromancy or cultivation. Had a vague plan to do "Alien Jello Shots" at some point in which he downed a neuromod from Prey? Other than that, I don't really have a whole lot of plans other than buy some nice clothes and have him bitch about stuff.
CR wanted: People to snark with or at. I'd like to have him have a genuinely serious moment at some point but it's difficult to wring out of him.
Things to avoid: He gets real touchy if people suggest that 'if he behaves he won't get hurt'.
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Character: Yondu Udonta
About them: Cabin U1:B
-Former slave to the Kree Empire turned Space Pirate Biker. Exiled from his group and still upset over it. Raised a Problem Child who was part Space God.
-On the train he's been adopted by a couple of kids and he's made friends, some he's been too stupid to fully recognize as friends and not just acquaintances that are going well so far. He's also still kind of terrified of people hurting him, but he was called family by a couple of people and told he was loved in a friend context which is completely new for him. He's also one of the Blue Team Dads.
-I had been having him have an 'out of his league' crush that was causing some funny awkward moments but I went so hard during the event no more embarrassment for him. He gets to recuperate a little of his pride. Not too much of it, but a little, as a treat.
Plans:
-Mission Trauma: I shoved some of his stuff out in the open, as in a couple of people have actually seen Stakar at this point, they saw what happened to his crew, and a couple of people know he's pretty much given up on life in general. The only current reason he's still trying is that there are some people that depend on him.
-Heist-Planning Brain Activated: He's getting some locks to help teach some hoodlums to improve their lock-picking skills for mission purposes. He knows there's a couple on blue team who listed it in their skills but he'd help anyone learn who has an interest in not being taken captive. After the last mission he's getting worried about the Ministry taking notice and starting to take some precautionary escape planning out of pure paranoia.
-ICP Adventure: He's going to be doing a little experiment with Mono where they try to see where he can reach through the ICPs/if there are parts of the train the ICPs go that they don't know about yet. This is just for the silliness of Mono bringing back random-ass shit ala Baby Groot. If anyone has some non-essentials they're willing to have go missing because Mono decided to present them to Yondu and mildly horrify or surprise him, please let me know. They'll be given back fairly quickly (he'll do a lost and found box in the standard car).
-Nature Stuff: Centaurians in Marvel Comics have a tight connection with nature, and I've been vaguely using it as Yondu being like, "I like these plant-filled places because they remind me of my homeworld that I barely remember." He never learned to explore it being raised the way he was. Someone else with a connection might be able to point out, "Hey, you might have a solid reason".
CR wanted: General stuff, just hit me up, and I want some bawdy scumbag conversations that I can make some terrible jokes with.
Things to avoid: Breaking his fin or arrow are no-goes, no long-term mind control.
Character: Entrapta
About them: Cabin L2:D
-Mad scientist with the ability to move her hair (and it's constantly moving) and works on robots. Has experience with magitech and sees magic as an integral part of invention. Loves any chance to work with other scientists.
-Royalty who does not act at all like royalty. Princess of a mining kingdom named Dryl and lived in a castle (Crypto Castle) that was basically a labyrinth. Has a crush on a giant bat creature alien clone.
-She was working with void-sensitive radios and getting other opinions from people. After a couple of months of work she finished a combat bot named Claudette. Finally finished up a drone project she prodded out for a while and did some thorough investigation of the Hard Light tech. She used her experience after the illusions on Erda to try and help people during the last mission.
Plans:
-Medical Aid: She's offered to help out the Medical staff with Cybernetic issues (she has experience from helping in Season 3 and with removing/deactivating the mind control chips in Season 5). So if someone wants to have her help she will be available for it.
-Illusion Stuff: She's going to try some various illusion solutions (as many people will be) to try and prevent herself from being affected by them because she knows she's weak to them. She wants to augment her welding/protective mask to be able to protect her.
-Meta-plot Research: She's going to order some conductive resin and using the stones she salvaged from the Endless River and start building antennas as part of a project to see how distant a signal they can send. I'd love her to have help.
-Claudette the Service Animal Robot: She's going to order some stuff to invest a little more effort into making Claudette an effective mission aid. She's normally in the gymnasium, and she probably actively enjoys it if people shoot at her 'cause it means she gets to play dodge. So long as they don't destroy her (she needs to be able to regenerate) and they are decent to her Entrapta's not going to complain.
-Soul Lantern: She's going to be trying to help Soldat with his soul in a lantern problem. She'll subtly ask around about people that have experiences that have some sort of 'bound object' or wobbly soul experience.
CR wanted: She's a fixit fidgety scientist so make use of her.
Things to avoid: If someone comes at her hard with negative CR she'll just avoid them. It's not productive to engage with someone like that.
Character: Alvin Murphy
About them: Cabin L4:D
-Was called the 'savior of humanity' and the 'zombie messiah' back in his universe and love-hates the role. He's a mind-controlling king of the zombies who runs a club called 'Limbo' and dresses to suit his stage of evolution (apocalypse permitting). Once took over Spokane, Washington and renamed it Murphytown. Has been both blue and white in the past, but is currently crimson-skinned and straight-up decided to dress for the devil look.
-Origin story is your generic "science experiment gone awry" after he was strapped down and mauled after being given a test vaccine. He's more than happy to play along with scientists so long as he's a willing participant. When he's not there's hell to pay. He's covered in some really rank scars (cw for those here).
-He's admitted to maybe a couple of people that he's been a father, but not really shown off how much his daughter's passing messed him up. He got to play tacky bartender. He's flirted a lot and noted how obscenely hot the adults on the train are. One of his best friends here is a telepathic alien.
-There is usually either brain cubes in the freezer, a brain in a brown paper wrapper, or black cookies with red Zs on them. He labels his stuff now. DO NOT EAT MURPHY'S COOKIES they're zombie crave friendly.
-Infected a bunch of people on the last mission but then suffered psychic withdrawal almost as soon as he was back on the train. He can also make jewelry out of scrap metal now thanks to the ability he consumed there.
Plans:
-Generic AF: Still want him to learn necromancy or cultivation. Had a vague plan to do "Alien Jello Shots" at some point in which he downed a neuromod from Prey? Other than that, I don't really have a whole lot of plans other than buy some nice clothes and have him bitch about stuff.
CR wanted: People to snark with or at. I'd like to have him have a genuinely serious moment at some point but it's difficult to wring out of him.
Things to avoid: He gets real touchy if people suggest that 'if he behaves he won't get hurt'.
Edited 2021-05-31 04:59 (UTC)
As soon as he can get back on the train and go through the adventure of digging his shit out of the luggage car, he goes to a standard car table to wait for anyone he knows to pass through. He's got a box of snacks by his side and a couple of items that, if he doesn't see their potential owners, he's going to have to go find them.
Aside from the gifts he's acquired a few 'training materials' to help out anyone that might have a similar interest. A box of locks and a box of cuffs with transparent components.
He already has a set of newly purchased Nova Corp cuffs in front of him, popping them open over and over, timing it each time by how fast he can unlock them. He finally clamps them on his own hands and turns his head to pull a dart from his coat, and uses that to start picking the lock with his mouth, the piece of metal sticking out from between his jagged teeth to pry at a hinge in just the right way.
Like hell is he going to slack off and make himself an easy catch, now. And he's going to make sure that he's not the only one. After a bit of time and heavy concentration one side of the cuffs come loose and they hang from the other arm.
Edited 2021-06-01 04:57 (UTC)
Who: Yondu Udonta | Vexen & Ansem | Vegeta | Jack & V | OTA
Where: Gym Carriage & Dining Carriage
When: Llama 25 - 26
What: Yondu practicing with his arrow in the gym. Later he's drinking in the dining car.
Warnings: Warnings will be in subject lines and there will probably be warnings.
Practice in the gym
Yondu got a lot of arrow practice at their stop, which is what he feels did him the most good. It also helped him load up on some stones that he could use to continue it. He tries very hard to find times when there's next to no one in the gym- which is hard as hell, mind you, it's a full-ass train and everybody has their moments where they need to fight. He's no different and using his arrow is his zen, so he does his best to find a moment when no one is busy with it to do his thing.
So he's in the gym car, a bucket of small, round river rocks beside him, picking up a fistful at a time and chucking them across the open space. His arrow's ready each time and he tries to pick them all off before they hit the ground. This means every time that he pulls the stunt there's violent circles of glowing red tracing through the air, his arrow caught at the end of each round and prepared to go again.
He misses one, swears under his breath, and notices someone's entered the activity areas.
"Alright, alright. Lemme clean it up and I'll be outa your way." He goes to find the broom. There's not a lot left of the stones, the arrow tends to burn right through, but there's still enough.
drinking in the dining car
He's got two new bottles of brandy and he's having the bold and strange desire to be social. It's in the generic-looking bottles that most train-booze comes in, but it's actually good stuff this time. It's made from Kruna fruit (grown only on Centauri IV and considered a delicacy). Back home, he'd have to sell an M-Ship to afford a small stock of it.
He's already cracked open one of the bottles to try it while he waits for company, sniffing the edge of the glass he's poured it into. There's a whole lotta stuff that he's missed out on about his homeworld that he might as well get caught up on.
He picked the upstairs of the dining carriage, hoping that'd be far enough out of the way that someone passing through wouldn't be bothered by him waiting for his drinking partners, but should anyone come up he nods a polite greeting as he tries a sip.
WILDCARD
[For making my own fun when need be. Prose or brackets are fine for all promps, I'll do what makes you comfy.]
Where: Gym Carriage & Dining Carriage
When: Llama 25 - 26
What: Yondu practicing with his arrow in the gym. Later he's drinking in the dining car.
Warnings: Warnings will be in subject lines and there will probably be warnings.
So he's in the gym car, a bucket of small, round river rocks beside him, picking up a fistful at a time and chucking them across the open space. His arrow's ready each time and he tries to pick them all off before they hit the ground. This means every time that he pulls the stunt there's violent circles of glowing red tracing through the air, his arrow caught at the end of each round and prepared to go again.
He misses one, swears under his breath, and notices someone's entered the activity areas.
"Alright, alright. Lemme clean it up and I'll be outa your way." He goes to find the broom. There's not a lot left of the stones, the arrow tends to burn right through, but there's still enough.
He's already cracked open one of the bottles to try it while he waits for company, sniffing the edge of the glass he's poured it into. There's a whole lotta stuff that he's missed out on about his homeworld that he might as well get caught up on.
He picked the upstairs of the dining carriage, hoping that'd be far enough out of the way that someone passing through wouldn't be bothered by him waiting for his drinking partners, but should anyone come up he nods a polite greeting as he tries a sip.
Edited 2021-06-19 03:55 (UTC)
Yondu Udonta
Blue Team
🚆 They were roommates!
Sleeper U1 | Cabin B
✨ Sleeping habits?Yondu will sometimes just retreat to his bunk and read. Sometimes he still hits his fin on the bunk above him when he wakes up in the morning.✨ Room use habits?He's home up to half of or at least a third of the day unless there's something he needs to work on.✨ Bathing habits?Showers every day, doesn't use the sauna because he doesn't actually sweat. Doesn't use cologne.
🚆 What are choo up to?
✨ Chore habits?He will help with chores, especially if he catches other people doing them. He won't clean bathrooms though. He refuses. He'll do almost anything else, again especially if someone needs the help.✨ Eating habits?He can sort of cook. But he can frequently be seen just eating sandwich meat or whatever spare meat is on hand straight out of the fridge. He'll eat fruits and veggies too though. He doesn't actually eat a lot of sweet stuff unless it's offered to him but then he'll tear through it like anything else. Sticky/gooey stuff he kind of has trouble eating because of his sharp teeth.✨ Exercise habits?He practices with his arrow in the gym and practices hand to hand on the dummies (I'm open to handwaving that he practices with other people sometimes too). He's been training Madoka in archery.✨ Entertainment habits?He listens to music in the music car. He reads. Sometimes he 'socializes' by going and hanging out in an area where there are people milling around but doesn't interact with them.✨ Media preferences?See above. His musical preference is largely 'music that reminds him of people he cares about'.
🚆 A day in the life of...?
✨ Notable train-bound activities?He'll stop and check in on his friends every once in a while. Do some chores if someone needs the help. Practice in the gym to the best of his ability. Otherwise he's bland and boring.✨ Notable physical traits/scents?Probably smells earthy and leathery most of the time. He wears his train gear every couple of days or so while he cleans his Ravager clothes. Has his coat on much of the time. Has blackish-purple blood and a few other physically alien quirks.✨ Notable non-physical traits?People on his world have nature sensitivities but he's never developed this at all. For people with cybernetic awareness, he's usually putting off some kind of connection between his fin and his arrow but it's definitely stronger when the fin is lit up.✨ Fun train-related character trivia tidbit(s)?He whistles frequently (at least he whistles well). He may pick up tunes that he's heard other people play and whistle those. He swears a lot. If something's broken, he'll stop and try to fix it. Sometimes he just wants to sit near people he likes and not necessarily interact with them, just do whatever they're doing and have them as company and be company.✨ Free space!Sometimes his whistles and grunts translate because of the SCA when he's speaking Centaurian thoughtlessly.
🚆 Welcome to the Voidtrecker Express!
We hope you enjoy your stay.
We hope you enjoy your stay.
Edited 2021-06-29 20:44 (UTC)
He's trying to pull it up from the recesses of his mind when a sturdy middle-aged woman slides over, what visible tattoos she has obviously moving as a part of her powers, and pulls one of those 'so do you come in a flavor or are you like that for decoration' lines. And he would have been down, except what he assumes to be her former significant other strides up behind her to give her a piece of his mind. So now there's an argument, and he's just ignoring it. But then there's her punching him, and before Yondu can tell her to hold up and calm down there's some other man jumping in and yelling about how he knew she was no good and he should have seen it the whole time.
Yondu easily pushes his barstool away from the bar to dodge a blob of water from someone's powers (why does that remind him of something?) before he scoots it back up. A moment later he's lifting the beer off the bar 'cause asshole number three in the situation (not counting himself) just got flung down the length of it. He takes a drink as they slide by, just watching them go.
Things are starting to get a little carried away, and he calls out a- "Gonna need some help over here!" -to one of his allies. He is finishing off this goddamn beer before he does, thank you kindly, and he stands up chugging it.
"Sorry y'all! Someone was actin' up. Several someones, actually," he comes in, pulling off his leather coat to hang up, and... not really remembering where the coat hanger is. He should know that, right?
Nevermind. Has to tend to his girls first. He tosses his jacket onto the chair and he extends his arms in the universal hug beckoning gesture. "Come on, I promise I'll make it up to ya. Who wants to go out tomorrow." This was the wrong time to be home, he thinks?
Goddamn.
He is thoroughly distracted by someone that is some level of hot or competent. "How's the day findin' ya?" he calls out.
The sad thing was he was kind of liking this place? But this means at some point that asshole in the sky won. Who knows if these people are real, or if they're the citizens, or if they're even alive 'cause they could just be meat puppets at this point like those folks that were in the hospital before.
This is going to be a pain in the ass and he hates it already. He's got a few ideas but he's gonna have to run them by some people.
[OOC: The Knickknack Knockback Bar is on the border of the the Educational and Political (1) district and the Shopping and Entertainment District (2), near the Garden & Zoo (3). It's got a roof covered in vegetation and on the inside it's your average dive bar, complete with dive bar food and lazy music and a single TV that plays whatever the bartender's been badgered into. Only a nice collection of potted plants by the window set it apart. It's a front for a vigilante biker-ish gang, a group of 'heroes' that for whatever reason don't call the DForce to deal with problems. For them there's a speakeasy style entrance in the back, hidden by vegetation, and hidden exit routes from there.]
Edited 2021-07-07 06:24 (UTC)
I meant it when I said all of you was good. Every last one in your head. I loved every bit of it. First time bein' loved back, too, as far as I know.
Thanks for the memories. If I keep goin', I'm always gonna have a little bit of what a good kinda life feels like in me. Don't give up on bein' a person 'cause you was so damn good at it. If I get to keep goin', I'm gonna miss ya.
I uh... I just wanted you to know, I wasn't afraid of ya. That's a big matter with me. Right from the start, I felt good around ya. I know a lot of other people got that with ya too. I guess you could even call that 'gravity'. But it was more than that. Had this kind voice, an' these eyes that always looked clear an' keep. They creased up nice when you smiled.
I was too chicken shit to say that to your face but you take it an' keep it now. Do me a favor an' keep bein' the man you are. That's all you gotta do to mean somethin'.
I don't know where that fog leads, but I want it to go to somethin' good. But you hang in there, an' I hope you and your man finally get away from your old life. You get somethin' that's yours an' don't be afraid of havin' it. You're strong enough to defend it. You've got that much fight in ya.
Keep doin' your art thing in the meantime. Keep bein' a good girl. Make sure them other kids stay outa trouble. Or at least make sure they get out of it after they're in it.
Good luck.
You both had your fathers what gave you your physical strength, but somethin' differ'nt givin' you a softer side. I was lucky to see both. Hell, I was lucky to meet both. But I didn't get to meet as much as I woulda liked to in you.
I know you'll watch out for people. I know you'll take care of people. It's what you do best. That's the real you, not what your father intended for ya. You ain't nothin' like that. You will do the right thing. I ain't got no doubt in my mind. An' people respect you for the real you. I just wish I coulda been your daddy a little longer.
He clings to dreams of standing behind a bar, smiling at leather-clad friends with their own versions of the flames. A mix of the Captains from the old days and people he'd met in Jinnjar and is doomed to likely never see again. He dreams of looking over Centaurian forests from a porch, of cupping his hands around a flower and watching it change from one hue to another. He dreams of a sky streaked in colors, pink bubbles interrupting the beauty in a way only he'd find threatening and damnably familiar. And sometimes, sometimes he dreams of floating bodies, watching and waiting for him.
He wakes after one of those, and eventually shambles his way to the kitchen after a half-assed effort to freshen up. He's too tired to do any real cooking, so he just grabs an ice cream cone, fills it with cold chicken curry leftovers because he doesn't want to fucking do a dish, grabs a package of sandwich meat, and sludges his way to the dining car to eat his monstrous snacks.
He's worn out, he's hungry, his head is full of fuck and he can barely think. Questions and other important things will have to wait until later.
He doesn't know Terran animals enough to say whether or not that's a viable solution.
She finds the a relic that a cult is also hunting for, but a member of said cult, elaborately robed, sets off the traps around her hoping she'll die so he can steal it. She's immediately caught in a complex situation of sliding stones trying to make an escape.
Yondu's dully watching, blinking slowly with his feet propped up on the seat in front of him, chewing popcorn at the speed a cow chews cud. Once he swallows, he mutters, "Had someone do that to me." And flips off the screen lazily. Peter Quill taught him a few things, too.
It's at least doing a little bit to take his mind off some important losses. Sometimes shit is temporary. Sometimes it widens that hole in your aching chest. But he can't be sure yet, not until the platform.
Edited 2021-07-25 10:15 (UTC)
He's barely just saved up enough to do it, but now he can invest. He'd been promising for a while, been talking about it for a while, and while he clings to that one dim hope that there's something that might come after the train (it's a very dim one, though), this is mostly his attempt to either give people the means to help themselves if the situation were to arise.
When someone comes along that looks like they might be able to help, he gestures them over. "I need somebody to hold this while I attach."
But now that it's settled, now that it's not a mission or a job in his mind, he's angry. His family had been great. His life had been pleasant. He'd had any number of nice feelings, even if he didn't have the memories of loving parents or some non-descript lost love to go with them. All of that almost made him want to keep it at the time. But a harsh moment of clarity hit him later.
He'd forgotten his boy.
He'd somehow forgotten Peter damn Quill in all of the young man's perpetual childlike wonder and eccentricities and general ability to be a pain in the ass. He'd forgotten his boy, and that's got him in the gym angrily wailing on one of the test dummies with kicks and punches rather than practicing with his arrow.
He looks off to the right at one of the red roses and an urge overtakes him, almost an instinct. When he touches it the rose turns from deep red to striking blue, the color spreading through the petals.
He spends the next ten minutes picking out flowers and shifting their colors. It's just the slightest bit of what he could do before, but it's the best damn thing that's come out of it. Though, for anyone who cares, he has no sense of symmetry for where he's left these odd-colored blooms. He's just trying it wherever is easy to reach.
Edited 2021-08-01 05:43 (UTC)
He's out hunting for Raven then, seeing if she would want to follow through on their previous familial conversations (though it's more to check up on her), and one of the places he wanders into is the Swim Palace, which he's obviously not there to partake in as he's not dressed for it. He's just asking workers if they've seen a purple haired girl about yay tall 'cause he needs to talk to her.
He's just about to give up and leave when he wanders between the pool and the wrong person.
He finds something that looks like a raccoon holding a modeled suncoin, and he immediately picks it up with a wide sharp grin to check the price. "Would ya look at that! Looks about like the rat..."
He was friends with Rocket for all of eight hours and he's still fond of the critter. Not that he'd ever see him again, but he'd done right by him and you didn't have to do much to earn his appreciation. He hopes he's alright out there somewhere. Meanwhile he looks like a kid that just found the perfect toy, up until someone tries to reach over his shoulder to look at it and he instead curls his lip at them like a dog about to have a bone stolen.
No, this stranger may not have his raccoon.
He also spends some time just sitting at the lake's beach or on the steps of the cabin, mostly at dusk and at night, enjoying a real sky without the stress of a mission bearing down on them. It's nice and quiet.
Edited 2021-08-15 02:43 (UTC)
Alright, so. I got y'all a flight simulator. It's modeled after the ones the Nova Corp use, which probably means nothin' to most but they got a pretty big fleet and they're mad to train for a lotta kinds of ships. Now, in the chance we got a mission comin' up what we'll need to be able to fly craft? We got you covered.
Console switches out to match craft usin' some matter tech from my universe. Has a holographic menu to change settings on. [He almost mentions that even some of the stupider members of his crew could figure out how to use the settings so don't worry about it being confusing? But he oughtn't speak ill of the dumbass dead.] There's a bunch of settings to try her out in and Della an' Hera have also offered to help with instruction. I mentioned to a few people that Quill was ten when I started learnin' him to fly and I think most of y'all are at the very least spiritually older than that.
[Considering what Ghost complained about earlier, he has to add that little bit in there.]
The simulator's attached to a battery. Battery can be removed an' taken on a mission, it holds 72 hours of power so could help us out in a pinch with electrical equipment. If you want any unique craft from your world and it don't got settings for somethin' similar, just order it from the train.
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