Post by momo on May 23, 2019 18:22:20 GMT -5
Francis didn't feel well, arguably lingering within a limbo in regards to his health. While it didn't look like he was about to kneel over any time soon, even the unskilled eye could tell that he had not come out of the fight unscathed, though where the worst of the damage had been dealt only a doctor could likely say. What at least he could say is that allowing himself to be for too long was likely not a good move. While Pinch had largely been underestimating him, viewing the brunette as a non-threat since he appeared to be weaker than Kite, he had been aiming to either maim or kill him. Outwardly, he'd seemed to mostly succeed in tiring out Francis and drawing out a fair amount of blood, his clothes stained with a certain amount of red.
He wasn't gone, but paying as much as attention as before was certainly difficult. Whether he was existing on adrenaline or was made of something a bit tougher than others wasn't entirely clear. Perhaps it would be best not to. After all, someone a bit more normal would undoubtedly be someone that others should begin to worry about soon enough.
Whatever he might have been thinking about vanished as he caught the too wide grin that had stretched across the jester's face. Crap. The notion to worry had clearly been a good one, his mind briefly shifting to taunting threats Pinch had offered in the moment earlier, before offering an order and tipping himself over the rail. Kite moved far faster than Francis, perhaps faster than he was even capable of doing in at least the moment, and made a lunge for the jester. It was clearly in vain as the light-haired male straightened himself, no sign of Pinch to be seen. He looked at the other male, worry visibly taking over Francis' face. While he might have not been able to see all of Kite's face, the shift in expression wasn't too difficult to see. The moment only felt accentuated by the near silence, the other male's words drowned out by the waves crashing against the ship.
Kite broke the silence first. "Alright," he said. Mention of the wounded brought to mind other things, particularly the hint he'd gathered earlier. Pinch had, in his opinion, talked too much. He was fairly certain that he knew how the drug had been spread. He just wasn't sure how to deal with it. He was admittedly not good with such things. He could track down them all and chuck them into the ocean, though who know how good an idea that was. Perhaps telling whoever was in charge of this ship. They'd probably tell the Navy. The list went on.
He caught the gleam of the blade out of the corner of his eye. Clumsily, he snatched it, nearly dropping the katana as his hand closed around the handle. He huffed, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face before seeming to disappear completely. Critically, he looked over the blade before slipping both of his blades into their sheaths.
Following after the other male, he headed into the cabin. From the looks of things people had begun to wake up. A frown crossing his face, he headed over and began to help Kite to move the disoriented okama, recognizing that he was clearly struggling in moving the other on his own. Gritting his teeth, he ignored the pain that ran through his body as he did so. Quickly, whether with or without the other male, he began helping to move people to the captain's quarter's. However, a frown crossed his face as he noticed that everybody that had originally been there was still unconscious. Considering the condition everyone had been in when they'd left the bar, he could only assume that the drug had begun to wear off. However, he was unsure as to why it wouldn't have worn off here. Had they been given a bigger dose? Or, perhaps the fact that he'd grabbed that piece of paper and ditched taken it out of the room had something to do with it? He didn't really know. However, he had presumed that there were other sources so it would make sense that some of them were still around and, briefly thinking on it, this was probably a room of people they needed conscious soon. After all, Francis didn't exactly know how to steer a proper boat and he had no idea whether Kite did either.
Wincing, he pressed a hand to his chest, pain flaring up. Determined to ignore it, his gaze flickered around the room. While it probably wasn't the best idea, he was far more determined to find whatever had been smuggled onto the ship and had somehow managed put everyone in the state it had. After all, keeping it here didn't seem like the best idea. However, nothing immediately stood out to him. "Where, where, where," he muttered to himself, taking to ignoring those around him as he began to search around the room. It was probably still in here...right?