Kirk looked over his body once more to make sure he had gotten everything before packing the left over supplies back into the medkit. “If you don’t want those to scar, then don’t stress your body out. You can sit still for like, a day or two, right? At least er them scab up properly.” He gave him a sharp look and then went back to put the med kit up.
"Yeah, what Leroy said, but I wouldn’t wanna bet on it too heavily. We will have to look for them soon, I don’t like the idea of everyone split up when it’s dark out, especially out here.”
Kále immediately stood up from his seated position. Disturbing the fresh bandages. "I dunno about those guys being 'Cut Throats'. They weren't all that strong. Maybe if their target was asleep or already dead." Kále was somewhat oblivious to just how monstrously strong he and Leroy were compared to normal humans, like those bounty hunters. "If we're gonna go looking we'd best start now, those guys that I knocked down will eventually get back up."
He shrugged at the remark about them being weak "I mean yeah. They prey on people so easily, they're either Ridiculously strong. Or weak." He then hopped to his feet, dusted his pants and began walking off of the ship. "Let Go!"
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Leroy waved as they stumbled upon the rest of the Crew "Hey! Look what we found wandering around." He said teasingly with a grin as he thumbed to Kále "Didjya get everything needed?"
Noir spotted Leroy and the rest of the crew with a little bit of disappointment. His time with Jeanne would be ending… but hey! At least they had a nice time together! And Jeanne got what they needed! The cook was very pleased with what quality time he had gotten out of today. “Sure did!” Noir nodded as he went over to meet with the crew. It didn’t take long for his eyes to land on Kále… and a huge frown appeared on his face.
“Of course you got into trouble. Can you not take care of yourself for five minutes?” It wasn’t that Noir HATED Kále or anything… but the man’s lack of manner and general obliviousness got on his nerves a lot, so it wasn’t a surprise to him now that the swordsman had ran into trouble.
A vein popped on Kále's head as the chef directed a remark in his direction. How dare this newcomer insult his honour in such a way! "Ehhh? What was that pervy chef? I'm surprised you didn't trip over your own tongue while you were walking." Kále walked up to the chef as he spoke. His chest puffed out and his arms swung at his sides in a stereotypically manly way.
“Pervy Che- what did you just call me?!” Noir instantly bristled, also puffing up in defiance of Kále’s comeback. “I’m nothing but a gentleman, you lazy urchin! And don’t you start thinking to have a place to speak about tripping, idiot! You’d probably forget how to walk mid-step and eat dirt!”
Kirk sighed heavily, frowning at the two bickering. “Calm down, ladies. You can fight all you want back at the hotel, just at least try to spare the crew at least a little bit of grace.”
Kále's rage fuelled over as the pervy chef retorted. He really was cruising for a bruising, or a cuttin, now. "A gentleman? Do all gentlemen spend their days chasing ladies like little lapdogs or is that just you?!" The pair completely ignored Kirk's comments. Nothing was gonna stop these two and their petty argument.
…Yeah, no, they weren’t listening one bit.
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“Clearly, someone like the likes of you wouldn’t be able to discern basic human decency from ‘lapdog’ behavior.” Noir scoffed, looking Kále up and down, almost in a disgusted way just to add more salt to the wound. He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at the swordsman, a bit challenging. “Where did the crew even find trash like you? The side of the road? A jail cell? That would explain a lot with your wrists.” Noir was particularly bitter today, so his shots were filled with way more venom than usual. Kále was just fanning the flames too.
“Alright.” Kirk’s voice got more serious, now fully glaring at the two. “Both of you, calm down. Last chance!”
Kále's fists balled up at Noir's mention of his wrist marks. His swords quickly left their sheathes and thus began a flurry of swipes. The mention of his chain marks certainly struck a nerve with Kále. If only Noir knew that he got those marks for a woman. In-between the flurry of swipes Kále yelled out another insult. "Where I came from doesn't matter, considering Leroy let you join after we saved your ass on that floating toilet that you call a restaurant!" Insulting Noir's treasured restaurant, that would certainly get him!
Noir’s leg shot up almost at the exact same time the blades came out, knowing a fight was brewing as tension crackled around them. Matching the speed of Kále’s attacks, the chef was at work with blocking and trying to send attacks right back. “Don’t you dare talk about Rose Arbor that way, you criminal!” Yup, that was exactly the right button to press, causing Noir to dash towards Kále’s side to try and send a leg against his stomach. They were causing a very big scene, citizens passing by staring and trying to stay away.
"Actually it was a Jail Cell" Leroy said with a smile across his face. It was hilarious to see the two of them bicker with one another Clearly, it could seem like he was instigating everything. But they were all on the same crew. And he didn't feel any true malice from one another. It was more a clash of personality. Like to people constantly bickering between one another in a group. But turned to 11 given the larger than life energy of both of them. It was like to professional fighters play wrestling in an argument.
Kále blocked his kick before continuing his flurry of swipes at the perverted chef. "I'll talk about poopy arbor all I want!" A childish insult, but clearly very devastating. Kále paid no mind to Kirk or the civilians who were paying attention to the scene that the pair was making. He wasn't going to let the chef get away with what he said... not that he could even remember what it was.
Noir, took on the information of the whole jail cell thing and kept it in his memory bank for later insults. ‘Criminal’ was going to be a common insult now, even if he would go on to find out why exactly Kále was in a jail cell. It didn’t take long for their game to come to and end. Just as Noir was about to send another barrage of kicks, a metal pipe hit the back of his head HARD and sent him to the ground. Soon after, the pipe went for Kále, sending him to the ground too. Kirk was huffing, holding his retractable staff.
He was the one at fault, of course, getting sick of the games and having to pull out his weapon. His attack packed some punch due to his species AND his annoyance at these two. “Neither of you are gonna be talking about ‘poopy arbor’ or ‘trashy manners’ anymore! Stop being babies and creating a scene!” It was like a mother getting onto her rowdy kids for acting up in public… which was… actually exactly what it was.
"Hahahahaha!" The captain held his stomach as he laughed at the chaos of all three of his crewmates. He gestured with his hand to the scene in front of him to the Sniper of the crew, giving a shake of his head as he did