There are several of the paranoid bastards on this train that choose to sleep in a state of caution. Yondu is one of them. Probably part of why knowing they just shut down for hours every night doesn't sit right. Out here in missions, though? He can sleep as he pleases- even if that's 'not well'.
It's that one eye open mentality that makes him recognized the sound of rushing feet, jarred awake by a man sprinting into his tent, and when his eyes open there's a knife raised over him. He shouts and kicks them away, a garbled hoarse morning scented noise, not even real words before he whistle and calls his arrow from his holster laying beside the bed.
One person, down. They're followed by another.
These aren't temporal anomalies. These are people he's seen around the camp for days. Ones he's been fine with, to his knowledge. The worst he's encountered is some mild stink-eye and that was exceptionally mild when it comes to looking like a freak in a place. He's low tier weird compared to all the other bullfuckery going on in their lives so why wouldn't someone just exist like they had a difference filter over them, you know?
Yondu's checking the bodies for any sign of ID, or a message or something that might explain it when a woman enters. She's the mother from yesterday. She's got a kitchen knife. Her baby is crying in the distance. The fact that she's not bloody makes him guess that the child is only crying because it was left alone, but it means she's here for him, and that's the moment it really hits him that he can't just be killing these people and something is real fucking wrong. She was in no shape to pick any fights, and yet here she is now, ready to throw down like there's a blood debt. Within a couple of minutes he's choked her unconcious and bound her hands and feet with vines (from an apple that he did some convincing to).
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After he leaves a message on the SCA, responding to Zagreus's warning, he approaches a wagon with that bastard animal from yesterday. Loads up a couple of equalizers.
Probably the most notable thing about him right now. That coat he always wears? Like from the day he got here and Crowley made him a new version of it? Not here at all. He's just in a Blue Team uniform. His pack isn't with him either, if that should betray anything about his current mindset. Just his arrow on his hip, which he guesses someone would have the decency to pick up should he go down. When he goes down.
He won't lead those things to the kids. He won't tear up the camp trying to fight. He'll lay down these equalizers and he'll just... wait, maybe. Maybe lead some of them away if he lasts long enough. He's not really counting on it, as this is one of the cases where he's better off dead.
"Alright, you piece of shit," he says to the pack animal that pissed him off early on, heading over to the wagon its hitched to and checking for any crates in the back. "I at least know you run fast."
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It's that one eye open mentality that makes him recognized the sound of rushing feet, jarred awake by a man sprinting into his tent, and when his eyes open there's a knife raised over him. He shouts and kicks them away, a garbled hoarse morning scented noise, not even real words before he whistle and calls his arrow from his holster laying beside the bed.
One person, down. They're followed by another.
These aren't temporal anomalies. These are people he's seen around the camp for days. Ones he's been fine with, to his knowledge. The worst he's encountered is some mild stink-eye and that was exceptionally mild when it comes to looking like a freak in a place. He's low tier weird compared to all the other bullfuckery going on in their lives so why wouldn't someone just exist like they had a difference filter over them, you know?
Yondu's checking the bodies for any sign of ID, or a message or something that might explain it when a woman enters. She's the mother from yesterday. She's got a kitchen knife. Her baby is crying in the distance. The fact that she's not bloody makes him guess that the child is only crying because it was left alone, but it means she's here for him, and that's the moment it really hits him that he can't just be killing these people and something is real fucking wrong. She was in no shape to pick any fights, and yet here she is now, ready to throw down like there's a blood debt. Within a couple of minutes he's choked her unconcious and bound her hands and feet with vines (from an apple that he did some convincing to).
Probably the most notable thing about him right now. That coat he always wears? Like from the day he got here and Crowley made him a new version of it? Not here at all. He's just in a Blue Team uniform. His pack isn't with him either, if that should betray anything about his current mindset. Just his arrow on his hip, which he guesses someone would have the decency to pick up should he go down. When he goes down.
He won't lead those things to the kids. He won't tear up the camp trying to fight. He'll lay down these equalizers and he'll just... wait, maybe. Maybe lead some of them away if he lasts long enough. He's not really counting on it, as this is one of the cases where he's better off dead.
"Alright, you piece of shit," he says to the pack animal that pissed him off early on, heading over to the wagon its hitched to and checking for any crates in the back. "I at least know you run fast."