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Who: Yondu Udonta | Vexen & Ansem | Vegeta | Jack & V | OTA
Where: Gym Carriage & Dining Carriage
When: Llama 25 - 26
What: Yondu practicing with his arrow in the gym. Later he's drinking in the dining car.
Warnings: Warnings will be in subject lines and there will probably be warnings.

Practice in the gym

Yondu got a lot of arrow practice at their stop, which is what he feels did him the most good. It also helped him load up on some stones that he could use to continue it. He tries very hard to find times when there's next to no one in the gym- which is hard as hell, mind you, it's a full-ass train and everybody has their moments where they need to fight. He's no different and using his arrow is his zen, so he does his best to find a moment when no one is busy with it to do his thing.

So he's in the gym car, a bucket of small, round river rocks beside him, picking up a fistful at a time and chucking them across the open space. His arrow's ready each time and he tries to pick them all off before they hit the ground. This means every time that he pulls the stunt there's violent circles of glowing red tracing through the air, his arrow caught at the end of each round and prepared to go again.

He misses one, swears under his breath, and notices someone's entered the activity areas.

"Alright, alright. Lemme clean it up and I'll be outa your way." He goes to find the broom. There's not a lot left of the stones, the arrow tends to burn right through, but there's still enough.

drinking in the dining car

He's got two new bottles of brandy and he's having the bold and strange desire to be social. It's in the generic-looking bottles that most train-booze comes in, but it's actually good stuff this time. It's made from Kruna fruit (grown only on Centauri IV and considered a delicacy). Back home, he'd have to sell an M-Ship to afford a small stock of it.

He's already cracked open one of the bottles to try it while he waits for company, sniffing the edge of the glass he's poured it into. There's a whole lotta stuff that he's missed out on about his homeworld that he might as well get caught up on.

He picked the upstairs of the dining carriage, hoping that'd be far enough out of the way that someone passing through wouldn't be bothered by him waiting for his drinking partners, but should anyone come up he nods a polite greeting as he tries a sip.

WILDCARD

[For making my own fun when need be. Prose or brackets are fine for all promps, I'll do what makes you comfy.]

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He'd had been occupied with a new friend in some discussion or another when Yondu arrived. Though time passed, they said their goodbyes, and he was allowed a few moments of contemplation before choosing to roam once more. He would have merely made his exit and moved on for the night was it not for the man being directly in his line of sight.

Aah, yes. 'You'll know him when you see him' or 'fits the bill on being the leader of the blue team'. The Pharaoh -- looking very un-Pharaoh-like in his standard red uniform and strangely still carrying around that damn bag on his shoulders -- moves forward.

Atem spares a nod. Then, with an impressively low voice for how unimpressive in height he was: "Waiting for someone in particular?"

Yondu isn't in his uniform but he is blue enough to make up for it. He might not be the bluest member of blue team now, but he's a close second. All of his bearing and presence usually comes with his subtle air of scarred intimidation and the way he moves when he's walking around in his Ravager gear and long coat. Like a shark lingering around the shore. But he's low on that at the moment, seated, just sniffing a brandy that's usually too rich for his blood.

And then here's this guy. With his hair that's similar to what Yondu's seen around before but belonging to someone far more stoic looking. And goddamn pretty, almost Sovereign pretty. And when he opens his mouth a statesman's voice falls out of it. He's not so judgmental about height; he's fairly average himself, but all in all what he's presented with is a little unexpected.

No complaints, though.

"Not 'til later. Have a seat." He gestures next to him, finally trying the brandy. "I ain't seen you around yet." He doesn't know how but sometimes on this skinny-ass train he manages to miss people for weeks. "I'm Yondu."

Truth be told he seems to have this gravitational pull toward people who embody 'shark lingering around the shore' and hilariously one of them is always trying to kill him and take his shit and the other also has an affinity toward long coats that assert dominance. That type of intimidation might only serve to interest or get a rise and both could be either terrible options or great options depending on one's preference. He'll accept something more subdued for now, though. It's been a long few days.

This is all to say that whatever rough around the edges vibe crops up in whatever capacity it does, it doesn't trouble him. Nor does the blue, the anything happening with this man, really. Besides, Atem often sees deeper than what the skin presents; The heart of someone, and the outside isn't so bad either. So with all that, he accepts the seat with a subtle smile and settles himself comfortably.

"Atem," comes with a hand into his heart for a moment. "I have been told of you, actually." He pauses, something playful catches in the tone of his next few words. "Nothing of any excitement, I'm sorry to say. That you are a team leader, though."

In return of the greeting gesture, he gives Atem a Ravager salute. He taps his own chest twice with his right fist, bowing the slightest bit for it. The glass is put down for now, not exactly wanting to rush through it, and he offers a jagged smile.

"Go on an' have a seat. Yeah, I'm blue team lead. Honestly I think it was 'cause I'm one of the older members," at least one of the older ones that sticks with the team, Koumyou tends to go with his significant other and he's the one that has definite leadership experience besides him. "Other lead is one of my roommates, WangJi. There's more'n one of 'em though."

When you're a team lead and a double one can create a bit of confusion.

"You alright with alcohol?" he gestures towards the bottle. "Got some brandy from my homeworld, made from a fruit only grown there. Willin' to share if you're willin' to try."

"Oh, no," Devero says quickly, putting his hands out and waving them back and forth in a negatory cross in front of himself. "I'm just here to let Sir Beepers play with Claudette, you don't have to quit on our account."

"Nah, I tend to get a little bit of everywhere with it. I don't often hit what I'm not aimin' for, but I'd rather not take the risk."

He grabs a dustpan and broom from near the door, placed there earlier because he knew this would happen. Most of the time the arrow burns through smaller rocks but there's enough debris that it warrants a bit of a clean-up.

"How's that robot workin', by the way? Error all gone?"

Claudette, as if summoned by the sound of her name, pulls herself out of a resting position in the corner because Yay! Devero brought a friend.

Sir Beepers shoots over his shoulder in cam mode, making a bee-line for Claudette's corner. It stops over her head and extends into critter mode, trilling and beeping happily at her.

Devero shakes his head indulgently and then returns his attention to Yondu, walking over to join him. "Yes, actually!" he says brightly. "I was finally able to isolate the frequency band that the SCAs broadcast on; then all I had to do was tweak it a little to be able to detect them. It's seemed calmer now that it can learn everyone's 'name'." So to speak.

He nudges the Centaurian with an elbow. "I still don't know that it would have occurred to me to go at it that way, so thank you."

"Yeah, yeah. It's no problem. As long as it's workin' now."

He gets most of the mess into a dustpan and takes it over to the trash and tosses it out. Puts the broom by it and goes to watch the robots play, just out of curiosity because he's not actually seen it happen. He's never really interacted with Claudette (his arrow is generally too dangerous for robots) and only that short bit with Sir Beepers.

Claudette is doing the big-dog at little-dog bounce and run around him, tail up high and ready to play whatever game of robot AI tactics is going on over there.

Out of nowhere he throws in. "Y'know... Sanzo's a friend of mine. I reckon he's a friend to a lotta people, but we got a bunch in common. He cares a whole lot about you." Sometimes other people validating kind of helps that kind of thing.

Sir Beepers cavorts around her head, its own tail-antennae bobbing up and down and making the tassel on the end rustle. After the ritual of greeting has been sufficiently completed, it reaches out with one of his front tarsals, reeaaaaaal slow-like.........

And boops Claudette on the end of the snoot. Then it spins and takes off down the gym. You're it!

Devero doesn't respond right away when Yondu brings up Koumyou, too busy going red and turtling down into his shoulders. "I know," he says after a moment. "I'm-- really lucky he does. He's wonderful."

Yondu makes sort of a confused face as Claudette's purple face light flickers, before she starts to chase after the smaller robot on her little bipedal legs.

"He thinks a whole lot of ya."

Honestly, after his encounter with Stakar, Yondu is a little jealous. Not that Devero has Koumyou, but of the people that comfortably have someone. It's not a bitter, resentful sort, but a mildly melancholy kind. He can still be happy for his buddy. "Bein' without all that pressure from home is good for 'im. I figure he knows that. But I think you're givin' him a freedom he ain't had that much of before."

He'd probably always feel some kind of divine duty, but it was nice knowing his friend could dedicate himself to a more worldly love.

If anything, he turns more red. He still has so much trouble thinking well of himself. Thinking-- and speaking-- well of Koumyou, on the other hand...

"It's the least he deserves," he says softly. His eyes follow the two robots as Beeper leads Claudette on a merry chase, but they're distant, not really watching them. "He's been through so much fucking shit on his world--" It makes him so angry on his partner's behalf that he has to take a moment to unclench his fisted hands.

"If I can give him even a fraction of the love and support he should have had in his first life, I'll be happy," he continues after a moment, more evenly.

Vegeta had been returning from the kitchen, having stuffed himself full enough to stop his stomach demanding food, before making himself up some sort of smoothie to have as a post snack snack. The first part had been to sate his hunger and fill that void, this was for him to just enjoy. Making his way up to the second level of the dining carriage, he raises a brow towards Yondu's presence before offering a nod of his head. "Yondu."

"Hey there, you doin' alright?" He asks him right off the bat, making a curious, confused face as he tries the brandy.

"I noticed earlier this month a name you mentioned got added to the roster. And I heard a little bit about there bein' a punch but not too many details." Both of them are standing, seems like, or he would have heard otherwise. Maybe they're giving each other as much space as the train will allow?

Anyway, he's curious. And maybe a touch concerned. Vegeta is physically strong as hell, and emotionally has a hell of a support structure, he should be alright. Probably no need to be concerned, but he likes the guy enough that he is anyway.

"Sounds like ya both are real protective of each other."

Which isn't a bad thing in the least. They get along real damn well, and so few people have that kinda thing goin' for them. "I remember seein' how he was as a kid..." Then he huffs a laugh. "I remember you did too, holy shit. He needs someone to think that way about 'im."

He huffs a soft, sad kind of laugh. "Low bar to jump over. Hell, you probably went so high over it he wouldn't know what to do with it."

Meanwhile, something else is fluttering in the air nearby it. It's rather rounder and less sharp, but it's rather nimbler than its round shape would suggest. This is Emma the Drone, and her sensors are trained on the unknown flying missile.

Its owner, meanwhile, is working out in the corner, doing her best not to get in Yondu's way. Emma may or may not have other ideas.

Still, the arrow's enough of a threat that he doesn't want to damage anyone or their artificial buddies. The arrow can go right through spaceship hulls and he's taken out a fair number of robots with it. He doesn't want to risk an accident with even a highly maneuverable one.

He goes to get the broom and dustpan parked near the garbage so he can get his mess out of the way. He doesn't want to leave his crud all over the floor if people are gonna be moving around in here.

"What's your machine there?" He asks about the drone.

Cassie looks back over her shoulder.

"Oh, that's just a drone. BLB-118. I call her Emma. She's not sentient, if you're worried about that. She's got sensors that are programmed to recognize certain things though."

"Well enough." He answers, standing to the side for the moment as he sips on his own drink. Then pauses mid drink at those follow up comments. He... shouldn't be surprised that got around, it's not like he was exactly subtle about how he had gone about it. "That may had happened." Vegeta should had hit him harder...

"Can't blame ya."

Not after what Vegeta had told him before. In fact he wanted Freeza dead so badly it was commendable that he'd stopped at a single punch. That must have taken every fiber of restraint that man had weaved through him, however thin or thick those threads might be.

"Hey, wanna sit for a while? I helped Trunks out in one of the caves. He figured it out pretty well. Didn't take 'im long."

He goes that direction 'cause if Vegeta wants to talk about Freeza, Yondu figures he'll eventually talk about Freeza. But he'll tell him how his son was doing in the meantime.

He does not know this greeting but he feels honored to receive it. Such a custom strikes him as something with roots deeper than a simple wave hello and so when Atem seats himself it's with a bright smile.

"Well, with age comes wisdom as they say." A beat. "Though sometimes I question this," he speaks with a short laugh. "Length of stay does gives an advantage, I imagine." He finds himself pleased to hear there's more than one lead. A team effort was so crucial and in a place like this with so many skills and walks of life? Little room for ego, difficult as that may be.

"Ah, more than one version of a person can be here at a time?" That must indeed get confusing unless he is understanding incorrectly. He'd not yet been told this although the God-King had been informed of alternate realities. Discovered a few (and in some cases a lot) of differences in those he knew, too. But oh-- the offer of alcohol.

"I'd be honored if you're willing to share," he nods.

"Nah, I mean literally older. A good hunk of blue team is young. Kids, teens an' younger. Doesn't sit right but the best any of us can do is keep an eye out for 'em." He gets up to get another glass and brings it over, pouring Atem a little of the strong brandy and pushes it towards him. It's rich but not cloyingly sweet, more like something that would come from a mix of dragonfruit and raspberries than something from grapes.

"Wangji's been around for a while, though." He still doesn't know why he picked him, but he still goes at it with the same vigor as he would with anyone else. He's not the lone wolf many would suspect at a glance, but rather a very cooperatively minded person. He's always worked with people. A team. A unit. His crew.

"I knew a sorcerer way back when, back when I worked with 'im. An old teammate of mine who did somethin' called 'Eldritch magic'. Said that one little event could change the direction things went in. And our old leader had a few real strange things to say on things not goin' 'right'." He scratches at the scarred side of his face as he recalls the little bit that he was told by Krugarr and then Stakar. It hadn't been much, but it had made the similar but dissimilar variants among people here easier to absorb as just something that happens. "If you meet people, be ready for 'em to be a li'l' bit off from what you know."

At least, given that he's sitting there with a sizable piece of obnoxiously obvious tech sticking out of his noggin, that his world allows for some comprehension of magic and technology in combination.

"Nah, I used to be teammates with a sentient robot. She ended up just a head at some point. Didn't bother her none as long as one of us carried her around and didn't forget her." Nothin' like being left at the scene of a crime 'cause someone got distracted, right?

He makes a pile out of the stony scrap he'd made and scoops it all into the dustpan.

"Her name was Mainframe. Had a good sense of humor about bein' just a head, too."

"I guess if you're only gonna have one body part left, the head's gotta be the only option, right?"

She shakes her head, smirking.

"Don't think Emma would take it that well."

Okay, Devero's distant gaze goes kind of stares-into-the-middle-distance-y when Yondu mentions Houmei. Oh, he remembers Koumyou's day as Houmei well. He has to shake it off, and presses his hand up one side of his face. "What was done to him as a child..." he starts, then aborts it with another shake.

"I can't begin to imagine a world so brutally hard that a ten-year-old monk could nearly kill a man," he says finally, because he's never really had a chance to debrief that with someone. "We cherish kids where I come from. How he was treated-- I don't even want to call it abuse, because it feels like too small a word."

Yondu's soft laugh draws an answering, equally sad one from Devero. "Sometimes he doesn't," he says. "You can tell. But I guess it's only fair, because I don't know what to do with him sometimes."

"Well, she don't really got arms or legs to speak of it seems like, so not a thing she'll be worryin' about. In any case, I do know the difference between asshole AI an' personal AI. Come across 'em both."

He's killed plenty of the former, too.

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