Yondu hadn't expected how much help he'd gotten on the day he'd asked to remember his comrades in arms. But there it was, and several people had helped him. Brilliant lights, mostly red-hued, various patterns against a permanight sky in the quietest part of the busy grotto he could find, the best place to see the dark above clearly and not interfere with native festivities. Kaiba, Caleb, Zelda, Vexen, and Zelgadis had all lent their hand to the show portion. The odd falling ice crystals reflect the light sometimes, adding a little something. In his sometimes sentimental mind it makes him think of falling stars, and that some of them would have appreciated it. Some of them might have stupidly tried to catch it in their mouths though.
But shit like that was what made them fun (if exhausting) to be around. They lived to their fullest while he just watched.
Soldat and Nell had made sure there was food, but he didn't know if that was a unified front or not. Just that there was a little something. He'd used a chunk of his credit when they first arrived to make sure there was alcohol but also had grabbed some non-alcoholic drinks. What was a Ravager Memorial without a toast, too?
He taps the left side of his chest with his right fist, doesn't bow this time as he's looking up at the sky (not his sky, not his galaxy, but the sentiment can cross universes) and raises his glass to the sky. "Enjoy your voyage, fellas. You earned it." He's sorry that he didn't go square sooner. Maybe they'd still be standing. But in the end, they all stood up for him. And now there are people that, even if they have no connection to that home universe, they knew what those brave bastards did. It takes a special sort of loyalty to not sell someone out to save your own ass.
Second Night - popcorning an alien teenage romance
Centaurians are omnivores but with a preference towards meat, one of those species that will stop and crunch the occasional greens or sweet fruit to help their digestion but mostly want to tear their teeth into raw protien. So this wierd blubbery stuff? Rich, but exactly Yondu's jam. Other people might be hesitant but he's downing chunks of fried Osiga like someone scarfing french fries after a nine hour office day.
He'd left without getting anything from the luggage car, having focussed on filling his pack with necessities and a gift and grabbing his flowers from the greenhouse car. So one of his purchases since showing up was a pair of leather gloves that vaguely match the rest of his uniform, and he has his knit blanket from Raven (shades of blue, purple, and pink) rolled and hanging over his shoulders like a giant scarf.
He's watching this particular night show as he munches, watching an adolescent... whatever that species is? Somebody purple, anyway, asking a tall-looking other kid. She's astonishingly slender and gotta have a full four feet on her partner. The entire story is told through nervous gestures, tiny person looking down at their exposed hoofy toes, and then this doe of a young lady picking up her stout little new date with a beaming smile and a kiss. Shorty's legs kick up in happiness while they're being held up and smooched.
He looks away and jams more food in his mouth, shaking his head.
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But shit like that was what made them fun (if exhausting) to be around. They lived to their fullest while he just watched.
Soldat and Nell had made sure there was food, but he didn't know if that was a unified front or not. Just that there was a little something. He'd used a chunk of his credit when they first arrived to make sure there was alcohol but also had grabbed some non-alcoholic drinks. What was a Ravager Memorial without a toast, too?
He taps the left side of his chest with his right fist, doesn't bow this time as he's looking up at the sky (not his sky, not his galaxy, but the sentiment can cross universes) and raises his glass to the sky. "Enjoy your voyage, fellas. You earned it." He's sorry that he didn't go square sooner. Maybe they'd still be standing. But in the end, they all stood up for him. And now there are people that, even if they have no connection to that home universe, they knew what those brave bastards did. It takes a special sort of loyalty to not sell someone out to save your own ass.
He'd left without getting anything from the luggage car, having focussed on filling his pack with necessities and a gift and grabbing his flowers from the greenhouse car. So one of his purchases since showing up was a pair of leather gloves that vaguely match the rest of his uniform, and he has his knit blanket from Raven (shades of blue, purple, and pink) rolled and hanging over his shoulders like a giant scarf.
He's watching this particular night show as he munches, watching an adolescent... whatever that species is? Somebody purple, anyway, asking a tall-looking other kid. She's astonishingly slender and gotta have a full four feet on her partner. The entire story is told through nervous gestures, tiny person looking down at their exposed hoofy toes, and then this doe of a young lady picking up her stout little new date with a beaming smile and a kiss. Shorty's legs kick up in happiness while they're being held up and smooched.
He looks away and jams more food in his mouth, shaking his head.