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[underwhelms]

Who: JJ & the Pussycats (underwhelms, persistor, tricksune, desistor)
What: Quest, A Blessed Entourage
When: Early January
Where: On the road
Warning(s): N/A

wishes quietly for death

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[underwhelms]

[ Once the initial shock of it wears off, it seems like the group is quick to turn the tide ("the group" referring to Yusuke and Red, JJ's just trying to stay out of the way, and who knows where Boxer is). Any of the lingering bandits quickly lose interest in JJ, either turning tail or trying to gain an advantage of the two heavy hitters.

The situation calms, the chaos and rapid heartbeat fading from JJ's ears, wide eyes actually seeing instead of frantic as he observes the scene: some bandits, pawing at the caravan but easily scared off with a few swings of his pot, the others started by Yusuke's persona and intimidated by rang of Red's weapon. The assault comes like a wave against the shore, imposing and all-encompassing for a second before it recedes.

And then a different kind of cry emerges. JJ's head jerks back to where Florens is easing out of his hiding place, the red that he'd glimpsed at before still on his robes as the man groans. In seconds Emeraude is hurrying to his side, a mix of concerned and annoyed. ]

Did he get hurt? Maybe he needs help.

[ JJ doesn't wait much longer to make his way over either, his own approach noticeably faster than the remaining member of Florens' party. ]

[tricksune]

[ Wow, nothing wrong with a little flair, Boxer. Red certainly has no lack of it, following up with a whole lotta flash; Yusuke shields his eyes for a moment, and the bandits have already started to scramble away by the time he's got a good view again. With a little bit more elbow grease on all their parts, the ruffians are defeated, and the day is saved.

But they can't keep this up forever—the longer they drag this out, the more likely their charge (and the rest of them) would get killed by the next errant arrow. If he hasn't been already. Yusuke is ready to hurry over as well, though he has no medical expertise—

Still, it doesn't take a doctor to realize what Florens' grievous mishap is: a spilled glass of wine. Yusuke feels the dregs of his adrenaline sap away in an instant. ]

...He seems fine.

[ He nudges JJ with his elbow, encouraging him to double-check anyway. But he's really and truly finished with all this nonsense, and he regroups with Red and Boxer, not bothering to change back yet. No telling if the conflict was done, even if his patience is. ]

Does that mean you're ready?

[ After all the late-night group chats once their NPC crew's gone to bed, hopefully they've got a lead to act on. ]

[persistor]

[ +1 there's literally nothing wrong with flair, especially considering the results it got them. She straightens out once she's certain that the bandits won't be bothering them for the new little while, taking a moment to fix her clothes ( old habits will die hard ).

Too bad that the bandits leaving doesn't mean that peace has returned. Her head snaps up at the cry, eyebrows furrowed as she looks around for the source of the sound ( if they've done all that and the old man was still hurt — ). Luckily (?) she finds him just in time to watch him mourn over his upturned drink, grumbling about how that was the last glass from his current bottle.

She goes back to trying to wipe the mud away from her pants. One hand still firmly around the hilt of the Transistor, at least until Boxer decides to make himself physically known again.

Red does, however, steal a glance at Yusuke. Pretty much nods the moment the question falls from his lips. Regardless of who the culprit is, the attack should have affected all of them — hopefully in their favor, but even if it's not...

One more glance towards their "noble", as she straightens up, features Emeraude giving him a clean towel and immediately walking away. Red can strongly relate to the frustrations in her steps, the attempt at minimizing as much contact as possible. No time like the present, as they say. ]