voidtreckernet | Kazoo 1

When Siebren reassured Cherry that he had no intent on hurting Jack, she picked up her pace and moved right along with him to her room. She clearly seemed to take him at his word and trusted him to be honest. Any why wouldn't she? They all had to live together, after all.

She slowed as she saw another stranger before her door, someone who seemed to be of a much rougher crowd than Siebren. This didn't seem to phase her - she was used to rough types from home - but the same question was on the tip of her tongue. Visible relief washed over her as he reassured her that he also had no intention on hurting Jack.

"Okay, good! I don't want anyone to get hurt." She wasn't sure if Jack could even feel pain, given his weird magitek status, but she didn't like unnecessary violence at all. "Let me find my ticket."

She started shoving her hands in all of her pockets as she searched for her ticket. As she did this she spoke brightly to the blue man as if nothing was wrong. "What's your name? I'm Siobahn Chereshei, but go by Cherry. Normally I'd offer my hand, but..." A small shrug as she continued to fish about her pockets.

About the time he gave her his name she produced her ticket and smiled to both of the men. "We ready?"

Thank god, he was worried he'd actually have to offer to show Jack his junk to get him to open the damn door. Not that he would have went through with it but if Tom Jones didn't work he couldn't think of anything else that would convince him.

"Alright, alright. Let's count it down." He steps so he's facing the door, coat pulled back, watching the top of it so he can get his arrow in there the moment it opens 'cause who knows how fast that robot will react.

"Three-"

Edited 2021-03-06 19:38 (UTC)

Siebren upturns a palm, eyes on the door, ready. "Two."

Cherry held up one finger with a mischievous smile, as if this were a game, then scanned her ticket and quickly ducked into the room to more or less serve as a distraction to Jack - or that's what she'd say, at least - one hand quickly and deftly grabbing one of the recorders and shoving it into her hoodie pocket.

Hilariously, Jack is just about to open the door at the very same time - so when it opens up without his input he's standing there with a hand outstretched and in the middle of yelling, "IF I HEAR WHAT'S NEW PUSSYCAT ONE MORE TIME I'M GONNA GO APE SHI-"

He stumbles back when Cherry launches herself inside, turning around with a startled yelp of "Hey!"

Yondu whistles, arrow streaking up into the corner of the door to hold it open.

"Your go, Stretch!" He gestures to Siebren. Well, at least it looks like both ideas would have worked. Probably. It helps to have a superpowered buff beanstalk in your company.

Can nobody here refer to him by name?

Still, Siebren does not waste the opportunity. The recorders have not been stashed anywhere out of sight, as far as he can tell; as soon as he has a visual, he takes hold of the gravity of every recorder in the room - including the one Jack had been playing - and pulls. The recorders rise from wherever they had been resting and hurtle towards the door; once they're clear, a flick of the wrist sends them down the hallway, safely out of reach.

Realizing his mistake, Jack does indeed try to slam the door shut, only to have it blocked by....a stick? Some kind of metal device that literally came out of nowhere at the least.

Jack could have snorted at that attempt, except Siebren's grumpy face and a raised hand are in his view now... and why are there recorders whizzing past him??

"What the hell?" He makes a grab for one, but that loosens his grip on the one he'd been holding and they both fly inexplicably out of the door. Jack wrenches the door all the way open and watches as the instruments clatter to the ground far away down the hall.

He stares at both Siebren and Yondu in silence for a few seconds. "First of all. Rude," he says, holding up a finger.

"And second..." He ducks back inside. "CHERRY! What's the big idea with letting them in?!" he bellows at the poor cat girl.

Cherry's fur bristled in surprise at the startled yelp and she deftly tucked herself in the corner away from Jack and the recorders both, one hand still tucked in her hoodie pocket. Her look of worry shifts into amazement as her gaze shifted from Jack to the recorders as they lifted and left the room.

"Mr. de Kuiper! That's amazing!"

The excitement on her face absolutely evaporated the moment Jack yelled her name. Her ears fell back as far as they could go and flattened against her head as she shrank into the corner. Her tail curled tightly around her, the tip of her tail twitching unhappily. Again, fear isn't the expression on her face, but she looks very uncomfortable. This is definitely the first time someone has ever yelled at her and she clearly doesn't like it as her eyes start to grow quite wide. Her voice is a squeak.

"They asked me to, Mr. Jack..."

Yondu's used to handling something with the speed of his arrow, so it's actually pretty funny how he just miraculously dodges a firing barrage of terrible musical instruments launched by him. Just perfectly, and barely, shifting out of the way as they fly around him before he scolds.

"Stop pointin' at me with your stanky glowstick." He swats at his finger. "And did you not consider you was gettin' on that little girl's nerves, too! Lookit them ears! Of course she's all sensitive. Basically askin' her to put up with an ass-kickin' for your amusement."

The satisfaction of a job well done is only compounded by Jack's failure to prevent him from removing (almost) every recorder from the room, but the smirk is not on his face for long before Jack turns on Siobahn instead-

Which is unacceptable.

"Enough." Siebren has had to make his voice carry across a battlefield before; he does not have to yell to be heard. He takes hold of Jack's gravity and abruptly yanks him several inches upward - not nearly enough for Jack to collide with anything, but enough to make a point. "Siobahn has done the train a service in rescuing it from the effects of your selfishness, and you will not raise your voice to her. Now, you will either apologize, or you will spend the rest of the evening stuck to the ceiling face first. Make your decision."

Jack frowns at Yondu's statement, looking from him back to the very uncomfortable cat girl backed up into the corner. He really hadn't considered her feelings at all and even now that he was, he was of the opinion that she could have just gone to the quiet carriage where the rest of the train had evacuated to.

"You can't just do what everyone's asks - " he starts again on her, only to be interrupted by Siebren's firm declaration of "Enough." Not only that, but he appears to have suddenly lost weight - like all of it, which elicits a startled noise from the former CEO as he dangles inches above the carpet.

His expression hardens at being chastised like a child and had they been capable of it, his cheeks would be blushed fiercely red.

"Who the hell is Siobahn? If you mean the cat kid, she's fine. Aren't you, kiddo?" His gaze flicks to Cherry with an encouraging raise of his eyebrows.

Edited 2021-03-09 23:08 (UTC)

Cherry's eyes were wide at Jack as he started again, but her gaze flicked nervously to Siebren as he spoke his declaration, causing her to shrink into the corner more. She only starts to uncurl as Jack lifts off the ground and Siebren continues speaking. She feels guilty despite what Yondu and Siebren were saying, and when he looks to her she finally steps out of the corner, both of her hands leaving her hoodie pocket to nervously curl in front of her.

"Um, I'm not hurt, or anything." Her ears are still back, her tail down like she's in trouble. "Mr. du Kuiper, Mr. Yondu, I'd be upset too if you guys took away all my fun."

Admittedly her fun would probably never be so obnoxious, but the toddlers would throw fits with her when she took away their toys and they weren't ready to stop playing. She continued, with big kitten eyes.

"Is this maybe going a little bit far?"

"Well, let's see. He made this one boy real sick. And made it so a whole buncha people had to hide out. And, he's chicken shit enough that he's hidin' behind a mild sweetheart like you. So I ain't feelin' obliged to give him squat 'cause of losin' a good time."

He gives Siebren a sort of lingering look, working his jaw as he considers something. Then Yondu turns the music down. Down. Not off. before scoots the speaker with his foot over to the bigger dude. So that he may decide if doomed dangle Jack is going to be subjected to more "What's New Pussycat." But rather than average volume, now it's background noise.

"You want I should fetch you somethin' from the kitchen, I reckon you'll be here a little bit." Then to Cherry. "Come with me, Honey. We'll get ya some ice cream."

Edited 2021-03-09 23:43 (UTC)

Well, that settles that.

The moment 'aren't you, kiddo' passes Jack's lips, his face hits the ceiling with a muffled thud; a moment later, the rest of his body follows with a second, slightly louder thud. Nothing should be broken, but Siebren is not above making a point.

(Plus, Jack is a robot, is he not? Siebren knows from experience just how much force it takes to shatter an Omnic, and this is far below that.)

"He chose...poorly," Siebren intones, likely for his own amusement more than anyone else's. He does reach down for the speaker, offering it back to Yondu. "Please - this is a punishment, not torture." Plus, someone like Jack - someone who broadcast a loud, obnoxious performance throughout the entire train - will likely suffer more in silence, without an audience and unable to perform any shenanigans. "I will be alright, though if you could send someone back with earbuds from the music car, I would much appreciate it."

He looks to Cherry. "Perhaps an evening outside of this room might be best," he says gently. He highly doubts Jack will be in a good mood for however long the rest of the night lasts, and she does not deserve to be subjected to that.

Cherry's response is diplomatic enough, more than it should be even, but Jack can't especially appreciate it with his face suddenly becoming intimately acquainted with the ceiling. What's worse is his blue comrade (Yodoo or something?) proceeding to list off his sins like he was about to be hanged from the gallows. Though turning down the speakers is a small mercy he notices and appreciates.

He offers a few choice curses and tries kicking with his legs, which doesn't seem to do anything. In fact, nothing he tries manages to get him off the ceiling and eventually he stops struggling with a loud sigh of frustration.

"Assholes can't take a joke!" he growls, hoping to goad grandpa gravity into a fight he has a chance of winning.

Cherry liked the idea of ice cream but she didn't like the idea of necessarily leaving here. She trusted Siebren wouldn't hurt Jack, but she just felt guilty about the entire situation. She felt like she'd done something wrong. When Siebren reinforced that she probably should not stay here she hesitantly moved out of the room. She stopped and looked up to Siebren and, as earnest as could be, spoke up to him.

"Mr. de Kuiper? I think your magic is really cool. And, um, thank you." For standing up for her. Or whatever. You know.

She moved to Yondu and fell in step with him, looking up to him. "Um, is ice cream like shaved ice?" There is a moment where she looks back as they walk off, but she doesn't stop walking.

Edited (fun fact: i can't find any direct reference to ice cream in ffxiv so guess cherry doesn't know what ice cream is) 2021-03-10 13:09 (UTC)

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