09-26-2015, 10:27 PM
"Shiver me....timbers..."
The words were choked out, barely audible even to his own ears over the persistent ringing in his skull. That last punch to his dome had sent him staggering back, completely losing his balance and sprawling into the midst of the chaos that had consumed their merry little band. It was a most distressing sight, especially for the good captain. He'd already had one crew of friends tear themselves apart -- with no small amount of his own assistance, mind, but that was neither here nor there -- and the prospect of having it happen again was doing everything but draping an iron cape over his shoulders. It was all he could do to keep his spirits up, fighting through the lingering dizziness in his head, and the ache in his....well, everything.
He rose to stand on uncharacteristically unsteady feet, swaying like he was drunk, his eyes darting around to stare at the miscellaneous junk floating amongst the void.
"Keep your wits about you, Herr Captain!" The voice of the doc snapped him out of his stupor, a firm, reassuring hand clapping down on one shoulder. He had that blasted strange staff of his in one hand, and some....bizarre-looking little rodent-thing following him.
Crow turned his gaze toward him and merely blinked once, the daze flickering out of his eyes. "Aye...can't be much help if I'm standin' about takin' a caulk." The doc nodded in affirmation, trying to hide the look Crow had come to recognize as 'i only half-understood what you just said but i think i agree'. It earned a chuckle from the good captain, who wiped away a trickle of blood from one of the nasty punches he'd taken. "Back to it, then!"
And he split off from the one he'd never really expected to call a friend. He spared a deep, intense scowl at the 'angel' that had started this kerfuffle, but simply adjusted his gloves and cracked his knuckles, ready to bring the rest of his mates back to their senses even if he had to beat the crazy out of them.
The words were choked out, barely audible even to his own ears over the persistent ringing in his skull. That last punch to his dome had sent him staggering back, completely losing his balance and sprawling into the midst of the chaos that had consumed their merry little band. It was a most distressing sight, especially for the good captain. He'd already had one crew of friends tear themselves apart -- with no small amount of his own assistance, mind, but that was neither here nor there -- and the prospect of having it happen again was doing everything but draping an iron cape over his shoulders. It was all he could do to keep his spirits up, fighting through the lingering dizziness in his head, and the ache in his....well, everything.
He rose to stand on uncharacteristically unsteady feet, swaying like he was drunk, his eyes darting around to stare at the miscellaneous junk floating amongst the void.
"Keep your wits about you, Herr Captain!" The voice of the doc snapped him out of his stupor, a firm, reassuring hand clapping down on one shoulder. He had that blasted strange staff of his in one hand, and some....bizarre-looking little rodent-thing following him.
Crow turned his gaze toward him and merely blinked once, the daze flickering out of his eyes. "Aye...can't be much help if I'm standin' about takin' a caulk." The doc nodded in affirmation, trying to hide the look Crow had come to recognize as 'i only half-understood what you just said but i think i agree'. It earned a chuckle from the good captain, who wiped away a trickle of blood from one of the nasty punches he'd taken. "Back to it, then!"
And he split off from the one he'd never really expected to call a friend. He spared a deep, intense scowl at the 'angel' that had started this kerfuffle, but simply adjusted his gloves and cracked his knuckles, ready to bring the rest of his mates back to their senses even if he had to beat the crazy out of them.
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