It would be a lie to say Yondu doesn't want to fight. He does. It's a guilty pleasure. Even without his arrow he adores the adrenaline he gets from it. However, he wants to do right by the crew and not have an excess of unnecessary ass-whoopin' from either side. And that means that no matter how riled these horny folks get, until they're actively shootin' at him or kicking at him or throwing punches? He's gotta be decent.
He's been listening to angry voices, chewing on a toothpick and considering how the fuck to approach some angry souls that ain't just him holding a sharp tip to their throat or a cold metal pressed to their head and making a demand. He doesn't think these guys would wanna be buddy-buddy with him. They don't even seem to fully trust their own at the moment.
Speaking of which, he considers that the ones he's caught glimpses of with red eyes and red gems seem different. But he doesn't know the full significance of that and he doesn't want to jump to conclusions. Doesn't seem the kind of world for blades or magical girls but shit, he could be wrong. You know. Gotta be careful about that kind of thing.
"Too bad I got my fin, I could get nekkid and blend in with the plant life..." he jokes offhandedly and with a flat expression before flicking his toothpick away. "You ever dealt with people this hostile before?" He asks the person next to him, an implied without hittin' 'em in there. He's gonna need some advice.
he was bad at this anyway - THE FARMING LIFE
This place is a mess, but it's hard to appreciate how much of a mess it is (if appreciate is the right word) when he keeps coming across the occasional goat person that wants absolutely nothing to do with them.
He's finally starting to notice that it's the red-eyed Sali that can animate the plant life, and it would be great if he was any good at this at all. He's not. His abilities were scattered on their best day, even with practice and advice. Here, with magic being interfered with? It's not working worth a damn.
He's climbing the obstacle course of vines and sometimes they just sprout little ill-matched flowers with uneven petals. Or he reaches for something and creates barbs that he didn't actually want. It's like magical puberty and he's already too damn old for this shit. He spent decades perfecting his arrow now he's too concerned to even try it and his crankiness is causing the plants he's trying to climb up pull some tricks that are a few degrees in excess of useless.
"I can try to keep these red-spangled ones distracted," he says to whoever came with him. "Maybe if we coordinate we can give these other'n's a chance to go where they wanna go. Maybe they'll be up for talkin' later."
Yondu Udonta | Blue Team | South Island
He's been listening to angry voices, chewing on a toothpick and considering how the fuck to approach some angry souls that ain't just him holding a sharp tip to their throat or a cold metal pressed to their head and making a demand. He doesn't think these guys would wanna be buddy-buddy with him. They don't even seem to fully trust their own at the moment.
Speaking of which, he considers that the ones he's caught glimpses of with red eyes and red gems seem different. But he doesn't know the full significance of that and he doesn't want to jump to conclusions. Doesn't seem the kind of world for blades or magical girls but shit, he could be wrong. You know. Gotta be careful about that kind of thing.
"Too bad I got my fin, I could get nekkid and blend in with the plant life..." he jokes offhandedly and with a flat expression before flicking his toothpick away. "You ever dealt with people this hostile before?" He asks the person next to him, an implied without hittin' 'em in there. He's gonna need some advice.
He's finally starting to notice that it's the red-eyed Sali that can animate the plant life, and it would be great if he was any good at this at all. He's not. His abilities were scattered on their best day, even with practice and advice. Here, with magic being interfered with? It's not working worth a damn.
He's climbing the obstacle course of vines and sometimes they just sprout little ill-matched flowers with uneven petals. Or he reaches for something and creates barbs that he didn't actually want. It's like magical puberty and he's already too damn old for this shit. He spent decades perfecting his arrow now he's too concerned to even try it and his crankiness is causing the plants he's trying to climb up pull some tricks that are a few degrees in excess of useless.
"I can try to keep these red-spangled ones distracted," he says to whoever came with him. "Maybe if we coordinate we can give these other'n's a chance to go where they wanna go. Maybe they'll be up for talkin' later."