forum "Haven't seen ya' around here before~" (O/O) (closed)

Started March 30, 2019 by @Dirt

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"Of course I'm gonna worry." Lucky said, shaking her head. "If I have the chance t' help, that's what I'm gonna do." She wasn't about to let another person die when she could have done something.

"Well ya Don't have to. If somethen' goes wrong you get me or someone else. I'm not gonna let you get hurt on my ship." Estaban frowned. "And like ya said her leaving at the next stop, I don't want ya dying before then."

"It don' matter if I do." Lucky said, narrowing her eyes at Estaban. "It happens, and it's no use tryna stop it." Why was he so intent on keeping her out of harm's way?

"Well it do matter, nd I will stop it if I have a chance to." Estaban narrowed his eyes back, but not wanting to start a fight, decided to drop it. "I should check on Raphael. He's probably on the floor."

Lucky looked like she wanted to say something else, but nodded shortly. "Make sure he's got some o' that water down, and that he ain't bleedin' too heavy."

"Yes ma'am." Though Estaban was still bitter about the whole thig, he didn't know why. Why did he care? Its not like they really knew each other. Besides that, it'd been less then a day so far.

Lucky wrinkled her nose at the term ma'am, a slightly adorable sight. "Good. He should recover fairly quickly, like I said. Long as he don' get infected." It was a safer topic, neutral.

Estaban nodded at her statement before going off to find Raphael. "Hey bud' ya sleep through the rough patch?" He asked, opening the door.

Of course once Estaban left a few looks where sent Lucky's way. Some grateful. Others seeming to have a new found hatred in them.

Lucky met as many stares as she could, straightening imperceptibly. She could handle herself on her own, but Estaban's company was a slight comfort. With him gone though, she felt just a tiny bit alone.

a crew member stood, towering over Lucky. "Say, now that the Caps gone, we'd best rid our ship from this curse." A sick smile curled his lips as a few agreed. Others seemed to cower, not fearing to stand up to him.

"You plannin' on jumpin' in?" Lucky asked, raising an eyebrow. She kept the slight twinge of fear carefully shoved down, looking amused now.

"if ya haven' noticed yet lil' lady, when cap ain't 'round, and Rahpeals dow', I'm in charge." A few frightened looks from the others seemed to confirm it. No one wanted to get hurt, especially after all the chaos that'd already happened that day. "Yer bad luck sweety, nd we can't have that now can we?"

"You're in charge o' them." Lucky said, jerking her head in the direction of a cluster of the crew. "Not me. Sorry, sweetheart." Her fear was gone now, replaced by some sort of desire to knock this man down a peg. She'd never liked people who led through fear, and he was exactly that type.

He gritted his teeth, not liking how she seemed to think she was above him. Even though she was, as Estaban had told her earlier. "Ya little-" he grabbed her by the arm and began roughly dragging her twords the edge of the ship.

Lucky's knife was out in an instant, with a planned swipe to his arm. Just to get him to let her go, since she couldn't really fight with just the small knife. The cut bled heavily, but wasn't actually that serious of an injury, just looked like it was. "I'm not in the mood t' get wet, sorry."

He quickly let her go and pulled her arm closer to him. "What the hell?" He shouted. He looked at the blood and cursed. He made another grab for her. Rage bubbling from him. If he wasn't pissed before, he was now.

Lucky took a step back, grinning wickedly as she spun the knife between her fingers. "Nobody ever tell ya it's rude t' grab a woman without permission?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. The angrier he got, the sloppier his movements, it seemed.

"Don't care." He made more attempts. Missing ever time. He was large, and tall, which made him clumsy as it was. With the added anger, he almost looked like a fish out of water.

"Well that ain't very polite." She quipped, barely even actually moving. Just a small side step here, leaning just out of the way there, all too easy. Amusing, but a bit of a let down.

He stopped for a moment, seeming as if he was giving up. But then he lunged, done with making small attempts. The rest of the crew had been laughing, but now they stopped. A few scrambled to their feet, ready to jump in, or get Estaban.

Lucky didn't have time to dodge. All she could really do was manage to twist as he grabbed at her, taking both of them to the ground.

"Not so tough now?" A smile twisted his lips. Shouts from the rest of the crew erupted. "Get off her!" And other shouts rang out. A few of the crew had began to not mind having her around. Especially after all the help she'd been during the storm.

"You ain't that lucky." Lucky shot back with a smirk, eyes lighting up as she kneed him in the gut and rolled. She'd done plenty of wrestling as a kid, and was fully prepared to play dirty.

He cursed as he groaned in pain. "Ya ain't that lucky either-" a sound of a gun shot cut him short.
"she's right. Ya ain't lucky." Estaban lowed his gun. He looked around glaring at everyone. "What happened to yer gun, Lucky?"

"In my boot." Lucky said, standing and rolling her shoulders. She didn't look too messed up, and at least didn't have any injuries. She looked over at Estaban, still grinning wildly.