03-26-2018, 08:32 PM
This may be the biggest trainwreck that Lance has ever had the honor of participating in. Like -- there were so many layers to this absolutely universe-defying drama. Lance has been a lion for like -- two weeks, and Keith has been a kitsune for about a day. Lance was at least aware that clans and groups existed, and Keith was -- a little out of the loop. Lance told him at least a little bit, he promises -- no details, just that they'd be joining some group until they could find their way back to the team.
Here's the kicker, though -- pirates. Real animal pirates. That's the gist of what Lance got from that conversation, and he knew they were open to join, though they'd have to go through some sort of -- initiation. Lance is a little concerned, but it's not enough to dissuade him. Like -- this is Lance's chance to be a literal pirate, who cares how hard it'll be. Though -- he is a little concerned about like, hurting people, or stealing. Like, this goes against a lot of team Voltron's morals, and he probably should have thought it through before enacting this scheme. Oops.
"Hurry up, mullet, we're almost there," The lion whines. He's moving quickly -- he looks absolutely eager, grinning like a madman as he splashes through the shallow water over the train tracks. His fur is heavy with water, and the salt itches, but he feels more at home here in the water than he has in -- a while, at least. Another minute, and they're on dry land again, the sand under his paws. He's not actually sure where the camp is located -- just that they live on the island or something. At the very least, he knows people are here -- he can certainly smell them. But whatever, they're here, or they're not, for better or worse. Lance shakes out his pelt, heavy with water, and he may or may not have only done it once Keith was close enough to get caught in range of the droplets -- or maybe not, if Keith just didn't, or if he stepped away. The original intent is still there, and Lance would grin at the kitsune almost smugly, before turning his attention back to the island. It's very lush, and Lance can see an old, crashed train, an overgrowth of plants over it and -- also some sort of skull something. Hm. Intimidating.
"Hello?" Lance calls now, raising his head with his eyes gleaming. Just to get the attention of anyone potentially nearby -- patience wasn't really Lance's thing, especially not with this. Like -- seriously, pirates.
//please wait for [member=222]Keith,[/member] to post first!!!
Here's the kicker, though -- pirates. Real animal pirates. That's the gist of what Lance got from that conversation, and he knew they were open to join, though they'd have to go through some sort of -- initiation. Lance is a little concerned, but it's not enough to dissuade him. Like -- this is Lance's chance to be a literal pirate, who cares how hard it'll be. Though -- he is a little concerned about like, hurting people, or stealing. Like, this goes against a lot of team Voltron's morals, and he probably should have thought it through before enacting this scheme. Oops.
"Hurry up, mullet, we're almost there," The lion whines. He's moving quickly -- he looks absolutely eager, grinning like a madman as he splashes through the shallow water over the train tracks. His fur is heavy with water, and the salt itches, but he feels more at home here in the water than he has in -- a while, at least. Another minute, and they're on dry land again, the sand under his paws. He's not actually sure where the camp is located -- just that they live on the island or something. At the very least, he knows people are here -- he can certainly smell them. But whatever, they're here, or they're not, for better or worse. Lance shakes out his pelt, heavy with water, and he may or may not have only done it once Keith was close enough to get caught in range of the droplets -- or maybe not, if Keith just didn't, or if he stepped away. The original intent is still there, and Lance would grin at the kitsune almost smugly, before turning his attention back to the island. It's very lush, and Lance can see an old, crashed train, an overgrowth of plants over it and -- also some sort of skull something. Hm. Intimidating.
"Hello?" Lance calls now, raising his head with his eyes gleaming. Just to get the attention of anyone potentially nearby -- patience wasn't really Lance's thing, especially not with this. Like -- seriously, pirates.
//please wait for [member=222]Keith,[/member] to post first!!!
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