As soon as Yondu has the chance, he's in the luggage car picking up his packages. A few are easy to deal with. With the yaka metal, he can tuck a bar's worth in a coat pocket and stash the rest away in his cabin. Then he puts on the rest his Ravager uniform and he was 100% right about how it would feel. Freedom in clothing form. Like his true self, down the "flames", a metal badge on the left side of his coat.
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.
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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.