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"-wait!" he called, an arm out. Too late. Capraskull's foot was stuck. The child began to carefully make his way towards the stranger. "Are you okay!?"
The creature tried to lift it's leg and it caused the bridge to shake and it stopped, and grabbed it's leg in an attempt to ease it's appendage out of the trap.
It nodded.
"You still okay?" he asked again, holding up his hand with his thumb up.
As he walked down this bridge, grasping the rope sides to try and survive, holding on. "One foot in front of the other. And then you will-" Carter was cut off by the rope slowly snapping, but not breaking. Yet. "Can we hurry it up?" He looked over to Kate, then the big gaping hole where boards were supposed to be. It looked like someone had ripped them out. Carter eyed the boards hanging by a thread. The snaps where they had broken looked like small hands had busted them. Almost like a child broke them. "Do you think we can jump it?"
On the flip side, heights were the place Kate worked best at. So long as she had a rope in her hand she was confident she would find no (serious) harm. Assuming nothing else bad happened she would make it to the other side, then turn and wait for him.
Or at least some cunning to back it up. Also some muscle! She gave a sharp tug upwards, and while she certainly couldn't pull him up unaided from this angle, she certainly was giving a good go, face straining with effort.
As it was though, he was feeling a little hungover, and had the vague sensation that he'd had these thoughts moments before, or perhaps it was moments sideways... Did that make sense, somehow it clicked in his mind but made no sense out loud.
He noticed an old bridge feet from him, and a pair of people arguing in front of it. At least I didn't end up on that bridge. He thought, unsure how it would hold up to him landing on it. He didn't have a problem with heights, falling however, was another matter entirely.
He stood with a grunt, and a soft sound like metal grinding on metal as his joints took the load. Dusting the dust from his slacks he made his way lazily towards the only people in the area.
"How's it goin-?"
A wide grin spread across her face as she cried, "Yahar!" with great gusto, stepping boldly forth and standing fully upright, "Ye've walked into the trap o' great Kate Darkrayne and first mate-" she glanced over her shoulder at Carter, before glancing back, "Suity. We broke this 'ere bridge, and now hand over yer goods if yer wanna walk away with yer nose intact!"
Actually she was just hoping the guy had some alcohol. She could kill for a drink!
"How's it goin?"
And of course, Kate had responded with her usual remark.
"What do ye have that I could take from ya?" Paraphrased, of course.
Carter walked towards the figure, dumbfounded. The day just got more strange and strange. First, a pirate, and now a tall man who happens to just appear behind people in a puff of smoke. "Kate, I don't think you're going to kill this guy with that rusty sword." Carter had never seen anything like him. "So, anyways, who are you?" Carter stared back to the broken bridge.
"If you broke the bridge, how are you going to get back over to the other side? S'not much of a trap if you ask me. What if you need to run away if I prove too much for you?" He let the question hang for a second before continuing, replying to the spaceman.
"Well, First mate Suity. I'm nobody important. Don't even rightly no where I am honestly. It happens sometimes. I just pop up in strange places. Last time I appeared in an office building. Who knows where I'll show up next." He ended his sentence with a shrug, not really worried at all.
She glanced back at Carter. "Oi, you. Show 'im not to mess with us 'n I'll split the first treasure we find with ye."
Maybe they could take him. Or they could get killed.
Wayland looked at the suited man oddly for a second. Who in their right mind told a complete stranger the one thing keeping them alive. If this turned into a fight. Which it looked like it might if he didn't say something soon, He would obviously for the tank first now. Just to eliminate a potential threat.
"Look, I don't wanna fight neither of you. I've just been flung billions of possible miles through space and time, the worst part is I feel like I've got a major hangover. Like I drank too much diesel or something. A city sounds good, I'm always up for free food, and hospitality." Even if it usually was only free because he burned the place down before taking whatever he wanted. Semantics.
Unfortunately in her mind the city issue wasn't as important as recruiting and stealing.
But if Kate couldn't keep her mouth shut then this would end in someone probably dead.
"We can all agree on one thing right? We want to get to the city! So, let's put aside whatever shit we were talking about, and let's just go there!"
Wayland scratched the side of his skull in contemplation, his index finger temporarily elongating into a razor sharp metal talon. It easily broke the skin of his scalp and scraped against his metal skull, releasing a small hiss of super heated air as a single bead of molten metal blood began to fall, he pulled his finger away, letting the wound close, and his hand return to normal.
"Sounds like a plan to me.' He finally decided. Spinning on his heel, and walking off, hands in pockets in the only direction left available.