<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2972785#msg2972785">Quote from: Carlissa on 26-04-2010, 03:36:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Dende, with Danny in her arms, followed the big man to the promised rooms. Throughout the whole walk, Dende couldn't get her mind off how large this man was! Sure, she has seen large men, but not THIS large! And by the way the guy speaks, it didn't seem like he was the brightest person in the galaxy. But that was only the impression she got from him. For all she knew, he could be the smartest person on the ship!<br/><br/>When they finally got to the rooms, Dende put Danny down to let him explore the new living space. She reached out her hand to shake the big man's when he offered it. Apparently, his name was Francis. Nice name. He didn't seem like a bad guy, unlike his captain. Didn't seem as angry. But of course, he may be the meanest guy on the ship. He just hasn't showed his true colors yet.<br/><br/>"Dende. Nice to meet you." Dende said, shaking Francis' hand. The size comparison between the two's hands was great. His hand must have been at least two times larger than her's. What a guy.<br/><br/>She then motioned to Danny, who was now jumping on the bed. "His name is Danny. Despite him calling me his mother, he's actually my little brother." She crossed her arms and sighed. But he mine as well be my son. I've been caring for him since he was born..." <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Francis leaned against the doorway as he watched the kid jump up and down upon the bed exuberantly, he couldn't help himself but to smile at the kids antics.  Remembering what it was to be that young and innocent, he actually wished he wasn't so big, being big meant people were always trying to prove they were too.  Especially people with a chip on their shoulder and a couple of feet missing in their height.  He sighed, wishing he was that small, if he ever was, again.  Care free and innocent.  Dende and Danny, they did look alike and he was suddenly struck by her words, she had to take care of him her whole life?  Well, it was a tough place to make it, even with family and friends, hell, for Francis it was his size that got him by.  He could carry more than most everybody, could take more hits than most and could dish out a lot too, all thanks to him just being big.  The galaxy was pretty lucky he was too slow to really get angry most of the time, but heaven help you if you managed to hit the right buttons to trigger him off.<br/><br/>He remembered their weight and rushed back to his room to grab the ration bars, they weren't the tastiest, but they would suffice.  Plus, he didn't think the Cap would want to feed them just yet.  He walked back to their door and held them out to Dende.  "Here missy, you two look like you need em.  Don't say no, I don't need em at all really," he slapped a hand on his belly and let it jiggle a little.  One thing about being naturally big is that it also came with its own pillow, or cushion, or whatever one might call it. "Got plenty here still.  Well, I let y'all get settled, I still got stuff to do... Oh, I would avoid the lounge for a bit, too."<br/><br/>He overheard what the kid had said and even what the Cap had muttered as he walked off, personally he didn't care what they were doing, he just wanted to avoid the killer.  People like that made Francis nervous, he didn't know what they might do, they were crazy, man, and crazy people can't be trusted.  He amiably shuffled back to his room and started looking over his weapons, knowing he should stow a few in the armoury, but most of them he would hide here, just in case.  It was his habit anyway.  He looked at the maintenance hatch that led to the circuits in the wall and carefully pulled it free, ah, perfect spot.  He pulled out his folder gun rack and set it up inside, the mechanic might get angry if she ever had to check it, but for now it would make a great spot to hide some of the more handy weapons.  He would put the bigger ones up in the armoury.  Looking around, he realized, he actually carried more guns than he had clothes,  about 16 weapons and 3 sets of clothes...  Hmmm.  Funny that, he thought, then went back about his business deciding which weapons he should carry on board the ghost ship.