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GrayGriffin
The Palmie bit it's lip, thinking through what the Kuhna-man had said. He sounded like he knew what he was doing, and it would be a logical idea.
"Do what you must, but... for the sake of my comfort, I will have to avert my eyes." The Palmie replied apologetically. "Just... hurry. Our companions seem to have no patience."
The second Palmie growled its irritation and shook it's cage around, but made no further yelling.
Sappheara
It seemed as yelling hadn't accomplished too much - the fog was waay to thick and it completely had muffled the yelling.
The Ash Palmie's fronds drooped in disappointment, but quickly scampered off after the Khimera, realizing that she had moved on.
"Eww. Why are we in here? This is... this is Shanks Room." The Palmie realized, clinging to Ioana's leg in fear. "C'mon. They obviously haven't come this way. And I don't want to run into Shanks. He's worse than the Hydrolisk."
Seriously, the Ash Palmie was worried. This room gave the Palmie the creeps and it wasn't even sure if it was safe being in here. Well... anymore safe than the rest of the ship.
Elektra
... That was, until Ceanna started up. "Why don't you SHUT UP!" It yelled aggressively. "If you don't want help, then get yourself out!"
It wasn't the smartest of Palmies, obviously and instead was hypocritical and gifted with a short memory. And it wasn't happy. Not at all.
"Do you WANT to get us killed or something?" It growled. "First you forget that I exist, now you try to call the guard on us. Nice."
...What a jerk... right?
Haunting-ur-Nightmares
The Kami clamped it's mouth shut and shook its head, before shooting Creet a pleading look that hopefully said 'Please, please hide... or something'. Meeky didn't want to... die. He was too young, and had survived for so long on the ship.
The black Kami made no reply to Shanks, in fear that he'd either squeak or completely spill out the truth.
"Meeky~" There it was again, the hair-raising voice of the bully. "Don't lie to me~ It would be most... unpleasant."
The Kami took an involuntary step back, as Shanks causally stepped down onto the stairwell - not so far in to see Creet, but his jealous gaze was on Meeky anyway.
"I-I'm not l-luh-lying to you." The Kami managed to squeeze out. He took a deep breath, this was it. Either he'd have to claim he'd been trying to recapture the prisoner, or hope to Zu'hai that Creet had run off. Meeky wouldn't hesitate to give away the prisoner if it meant that he could live.
Pickle
"Well. We... could always try it. And if it doesn't work we can always go somewhere else." The common Palmie. "You just climb up onto my palms and see!"
The little creature offered a helpful smile, but was quickly lost to a look of sadness and worry. It wasn't about cry again, but it clearly wanted to know if its brother was alright.
"... Okay. I'm ready now." It replied, having moved into position, just under the door. It braced itself, ready for the Velix to try to reach the handle.