Post by Phantasma on Jun 2, 2019 13:42:40 GMT -5
Holding his hands up it was necessary for Kite to stop Francis before things got too out of hand. With his palms both in front of him, lightly raised, Kite sucked in some air before dropping them. It really didn't do well for the others conscious though, wheezing like that.
"You weren't the only one launching explosives. I don't know what it was, or what to call it, but some cannonball-like projectiles hit me hence why I'm in such a sorry state. Among other things anyway," He correct himself, rolling his neck a bit as the familiar crackle of gas being released from in between joints and ligaments sounded out.
Kite was trying to describe missiles. He had no idea what those were.
"I was nowhere near where you shot that light. If I was, I wouldn't be standing here. It managed to punch a hole through and kill a Sea King," Kite pointed out, walking over to the side and gesturing at the stilled belly-up beast which was at this point attracting attention from the sparse bit of sea life wriggling around this time of night.
It sunk when its buoyancy had sufficiently faded, dragged bellow the surface save for a few scales and bits that floated around. Separated on account of the massive blast that Francis was solely responsible for. A few of those scales actually were dropping off of Kites shoes as he moved around giving the sommer man a memento of sorts if he chose to collect them and fashion them into something. Doubtless it could fetch a price in its current state, not many people would have the opportunity to make nick-knacks out of the seas titans.
"Pobs... oh dear god pobs," She just muttered over and over, as if caught in a daze and staring at the ground.
With her eyes unfocused like that and getting misty, irritated, tear filled, it almost begged the question if she genuinely felt sad for the creature. Her mouth had adopted a very wavy shape shifting under pressure of its owners face pressing the two sides together from exertion and raw emotion. Her crazed features had cracked under the weight of this loss and she was perhaps a few seconds away from silently crying. She made no snide comments towards Francis or even really dignified his actions with any reaction aside from a twitch or two when he moved and spoke showing she indeed aware of the movement.
"Oh no," Kite breathed, the response drifting through the wood as an ominous sort of echo that combined with odd groaning and scraping.
Below deck the horror had just begun. As if sensing their time to shine the Okama had somehow slithered out of the little hidden hidey-hole and were now surrounding Kite in the stilled water of the ship. Grinning ear to ear they did this odd jazz-hands routine haunting Kite with bizarre noises and moves as they danced in the water picking up objects as they went. First the buckets and then some hammers and nails which legitimately seemed to just come out of their sleeves or pockets forcing Kite to just tilt his head to the right as he watched the little dance number.
Swinging around in the water, right step left step heel and turn, they did do good work. Each sashay and ridiculously choreographed clap and spin was mixed in with hull repairs and emptying water outside of the ships porthole. A minute into the ordeal and Kite was able to lean against a dry wall wide-eyed at what must have been some surreal nightmare, since the dancing only seemed to get quicker and quicker now completely audible above deck without the water silencing it. What would've been splashing and thrashing was now lively stepping and humming.
"Glamour Crew Magic~☆ ; Complete Shipshape Makeover ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆!" The captain made his hands form a heart over his chest while his crew did much the same, taking various poses beside him to add to the effect-- whichever they were going for.
Breathless and slightly worried about what would happen if he didn't, Kite awkwardly clapped. In turn the crew disengaged from their leg spread, arm spread, exaggerated climbing or skating poses to bow. A full line of bows later they were walking around the interior investigating whatever that had lost or perhaps had washed away. It wasn't long before they noticed the damage that Kite had suffered, the two less-flamboyant of the Okama trio went up above and noticed Francis exchanging their own shocked expressions complete with them slapping their own cheeks and getting bug eyed at how awful the later looked. Determined to flag him over or even hook arms around his-- attempt to anyway, they were going to try and get him to follow them into the cabin and in turn have a rest within the room that they had recently occupied.
The white haired survivor during all this had also been similarly led albeit by his ear by a very distraught and worried captain who had him sitting on a bunk bed at the conclusion of the trip. The room at least smelled fresh and the linens were mysteriously clean, almost as if they had been washed before the previous occupants had left to do whatever they just did.
Naturally the captain stuck around and leaned in the doorway, prepared to talk or answer any questions directed at him. Not one to exactly wait Kite threw one of his own at the guy, leaning forward on his somewhat wet but dryer clothes.
"Are you guys going to be fine with--," The bounty hunter tried, but received a very loud shushing from the captain and a bat or two of his heavy eyelids.
"Of course! That wicked lady up on the deck is fine and since we all feel better there's no way we're not giving you a chance to nap before you arrive in Alabasta. After all you've been nothing but nice since you came aboard! You both! Granted... we did kinda get drugged-- you and you defended us! Heck you even gave us the eternal pose to get to the place. This whole trip wouldn't have gone nearly as smoothly if either of you weren't here," He exclaimed, holding his arms way up high and shaking around his fingers to make a point.