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Post by Anne Read on Nov 24, 2012 19:12:07 GMT -5
Who knew working for the Marines was such hard work? Or boring? Really, really boring. She'd imagined, through her fathers tales of fighting pirates of the sea that she'd get to combat the scourge of society the day she enlisted. What she got instead was a mop and told to take care of the bathroom down the hall. Ah, well. Anne was sure she'd reach a respectable rank soon, and it never hurt to help out someone in need!
But her job as the newest Marine whipping boy wasn't what today was about. No, today she got off from her employers slave working and instead got to enjoy the good old past time of fishing. Sitting on the beach in nothing more then a worn pair of pants and a shirt with the sleeves torn off, Anne had spent the last half hour basking in the warm sun and silently enjoying her day long vacation. She'd gone up and down the beach beforehand, feeling the sand between her toes and leaving tracks along across the drenched land.
"Mhmm~" She reached back and stretched, breaking the silence with a relieved sigh. Oh yes, was this the life.
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Post by Sergei KAFKA on Nov 24, 2012 20:33:46 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 130px;]words -- ( num ) tags -- ( people ) notes -- ( whatever else ) | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] Sergei broke his calm stride with a brisk run, pulling off his heavy priests robe as he did so, throwing it to the wind as his dash increased in ferocity over the sand. Underneath, his plain white clothes were much more modest and shed some new light on his figure which was quite muscular though compact against his frame. His priestly cap flying off and landing in the sand as he approached the shoreline.
"Hellooooooo Anne!" He yelled out at the top of his lungs, bisecting her view, he was of course a Devil Fruit user so his mad dash towards the ocean must have seemed strange to her and maybe even an attempted suicide but Sergei had a plan. As soon as his toe touched the ocean he began to freeze the very water itself, slipping and sliding against the harshly cold ice with only his bare feet before stopping and looking back from his freshly made ice platform at the girl. "You looked like you were out of it so I had to do something to get your attention, you know? He smiled and waved to her from his created spot in the ocean. |
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Post by Anne Read on Nov 24, 2012 21:08:53 GMT -5
"Eh? Boss!?" Surprised with her superiors sudden visit, and stripping, Anne suddenly found herself meeting her bosses tossed away garments face first. Scratching at the clothing, she found difficult to pry it off when a suddenly gust of wind hit. The force of the breeze had even managed to knock her on her back, caught off guard by her seniors antics. Tearing off the cloth she managed to look just in time to see...him running into the ocean. The ocean made of sea water. The sea water that can kill him!
She had just managed to frantically scramble onto all fours before the waters around her bosses feet started to freeze, and was hit with a sudden reminder that her senior possessed the power of ice. He was perfectly fine.
"..Waaah~. Boooosssss." She droned on, finding herself in a mix of relief and exhaustion from the adrenaline rush she had just been on the receiving end of. "That was meeeaaaan."
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Post by Sergei KAFKA on Nov 25, 2012 0:45:12 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 130px;]words -- ( num ) tags -- ( people ) notes -- ( whatever else ) | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] ”Mean? No I wouldn’t say that was mean...” He was kidding, of course, letting out a large yawn before standing up straight and stepping off of the ice platform. Pressing his feet firmly into the sand, leaning his entire body back to look at the sun letting out a large yell. ”IT IS BEAUTIFUL OUT HERE!” Standing straight again, smiling towards his subordinate. Running his fingers through his hair and walking towards her now, perhaps the first time she has seen what was underneath his robe. Predictably conservative. Taking a seat next to her, Sergei peered out into the vast ocean blue.
”It really is a beautiful world and worth fighting for...” Echoing some quote that he was sure was said to him by the father whom robes he now wore. Feeling the serious tone as a bit uncomfortable he quickly changed the subject. ”What are you doing out here anyway, this doesn’t look like training to me. What if you got attacked by a Yonko! A roaming lord of the New World who want want to sell you into Prostitution! Anne, no offense, but you don’t seem like you’re suited to that kind of work.” While speaking his exaggerated hand gestures and body movements gave the speech a lighthearted tone that was a bit customary to his being now-a-day. Laughing slightly after having said so. |
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Post by Anne Read on Nov 25, 2012 1:42:12 GMT -5
Anne sniffed. Her bosses lie wasn't making her feel any better. Sitting back down on her rump and grabbing hold of her dislodged pole, Anne pulled back her line. The red head looked at the single worm stabbed into the hook and deemed it fine. With a single, mighty snap, Anne's line was back in the waters and awaiting whatever fishes were foolish enough to take the bait.
Her boss, having gotten tired of his prank, sat down next to her. She tossed him his clothing. His quote, and following question had caught her off guard, "I was born and raised in the South, Boss. Where else would I take my day off to relax?" Anne, being herself, was already back in good humor, humming to herself while she waited for something to take the bite. Besides, 'the more the merrier' right? Sharin the sun with someone would make her beach trip all the more enjoyable~.
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Post by Sergei KAFKA on Nov 25, 2012 2:44:11 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 130px;]words -- ( num ) tags -- ( people ) notes -- ( whatever else ) | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] ”Hm, I am not sure. I was never much for relaxing when I was younger, I guess I am making up for all of that now though.” Speaking to his usual aloof nature he had, watching his subordinate fish. His knowledge on the subject was very little and evident in what he was about to say next, ”What kind of fancy staff is that? Are you going to try and kill fish? Why do you hate fish so much? That’s a little mean Anne.” Letting out a slight gasp from his lips as she threw the line in. All he knew about fishing was... well he didn’t know anything about fishing really and that was a fact other than some people did it for fun. For as much as he knew about some things there were others that he was truly ignorant about in every sense of the word.
His slight discomfort at sitting next to a mass murder aside he felt at ease in the situation. Was this what it was really like to be young and in a place you were comfortable with? A place you could call home? What a beautiful thing, the back of his mind began to rush with feelings, emotions, misgivings, everything all at once and he could only shudder to himself a bit, biting his lower lip while listening to his subordinate, his friend speak. Swallowing his emotions as quickly as they came, regaining himself whilst sitting in the sun. |
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Post by Anne Read on Nov 25, 2012 3:04:06 GMT -5
"This thing?" Anne wiggled the rod as if to emphasis that it was, indeed, the target of the conversation. "It's just a simple rod. You use it to catch fish. See, it's connected to the line at the tip and you pull when you feel something bite. The you get to eat whatever you catch!" She cheered. "Though sometimes they don't bite..."
Many a days has Anne walked home without a catch in hand. She hadn't gone hungry, of course but there was just something about preparing your own fish, caught with your own hands, and making them into a nice hearty meal.
Anne leaned in next to her superior, lips tugged into a smile. "You need to get out more Boss. Feel the warmth of the sun on your skin and breeze in your hair." Anne raised her fishing pole once more. "And fishing, ya know?"
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Post by Sergei KAFKA on Nov 25, 2012 16:20:44 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 130px;]words -- ( num ) tags -- ( people ) notes -- ( whatever else ) | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] ”Warmth eh? The warm doesn’t really suit me that well I am afraid.” Speaking, watching her do her thing with the fishing pole or whatever she had called it before. ”I mean when it gets too warm I... I... oh no...” A look of immense panic and fear across his face, moving his arms in front of his head in order to attempt to block the suns rays from his view, wincing at every little beam of light that came through. ”Anne I, I..... I shouldn’t have came to relax! Why did you come here! Why!” His hands dropping to his sides, his skin, hair, eyes and even mouth turning into a pale, light blue icicle form that began to crack. ”H-Help me...” And before she could move to do anything the structure of ice that formed his head cracked deeper once again and this time dissolved itself into little vapors whilst at the same time his body becoming slack and hitting the sand.
Practical jokes were something of a trademark of Sergeis when he was around Anne if only for the fact that she was so easy to fool, she never seemed to remember exactly what his fruit could or couldn’t do and after a few moments of her perceived panic his head reformed, body still laying against the sand, his hands now resting comfortably behind his head in order to give it some form of support. ”So do you eat these fish when you are done or what?” Calling out with an immense smile as if to say hah, I got you. |
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Post by Anne Read on Nov 25, 2012 17:02:02 GMT -5
"What? Can't take the heat~?" She gave her superior a light punch on the shoulder. While Anne wouldn't usually have this kind of behavior with those up the corporate ladder, she was off duty. That meant she could totally do what she wanted without having to worry about getting yelled at. When her boss winced, Anne grinned and socked him twice more. "Ha! Two for flinching!"
And then his body started to shift. Anne looked at her superior in shock, mystified at the sudden cracks running up and down his body. Anne, fearing for the worst, had reached out to her superior but only accomplished watching him fall into the sand.
"B-Boss?" She let out a squeak, eyes locked firmly on her seniors form. Had. Had she just....just killed her..
And then she spotted him sitting there, hands behind his head, with the biggest shit eating grin on his face.
She pointed an accusing finger at him. "T-that's not funny!" She yelled at him with a mix of sniffles and hysteria, eyes moist. It really wasn't! She didn't need these kinds of heart attacks!
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Post by Sergei KAFKA on Nov 25, 2012 21:17:46 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 130px;]words -- ( num ) tags -- ( people ) notes -- ( whatever else ) | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] His practical joke and the extent as to the nature of her reaction were all too priceless for Sergei. He began to laugh a bit, almost snicker, jokingly punching her in the arm while smiling. ”You know that was pretty good, it’s okay to be fooled everyone once in awhile you know?” His eyes moving now to the skyline rather than the ocean proper. Watching her line wiggle and shake about a bit, bobbing up and down. His heavy sigh filling the air as he arched his back letting out a slight groan of pleasure before turning to her again.
”So how have you been liking your life in the service so far eh? Seems to me like you’re taking to it pretty well even though you’re still quite the big softie.” Speaking again, his eyes scanning the horizon now watching the faint outlines of ships drift by the ocean waves. Peaceful, almost too peaceful but there was nothing dangerous in the air per-se, Sergei was just enjoying the time to sit around for a change and not constantly be chasing something. |
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Post by Anne Read on Nov 25, 2012 21:46:14 GMT -5
Anne hadn't heard her seniors comment on his jokes. No, she was far too busy quivering her lips and giving him a big, wide eyed look of sorrow. As if saying 'how could you?' She didn't have to be so worried about her superiors health. He was, after all, her superior - if anything he was the one required to look after her. But Anne was the kind of person that wore her emotions on her sleeve. And a bit too affectionate to those around her. She sniffed, feeling herself calm down a bit.
"...Service?" She parroted, blinking at the change of subject. "Weeelll. I've gotten to travel around all the oceans. I've always just been on my home island, so getting to see the different sights is always fun. And taste all the strange food they've got on the different islands. Exploring the towns is fun but what I really like is the sea! Oooh, I love the sea! I've never been allowed far out from the coast until I unlisted since the last time I did I ended up beating a shark to death but now I get to see all kinds of new sea creatures! Like Sea kings! Just the other day we got to see a big one, orange and covered in diamond like spots!" As Anne rambled on, her sour mood had quickly shifted to that of her usual, energetic self as she talked about all the wonderful things she'd seen. Waving her hands through the air to emphasis all the different sizes and shapes and even colors she couldn't properly name.
Really, she was having just too much fun with her time as a marine.
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Post by Sergei KAFKA on Nov 25, 2012 23:15:55 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 130px;]words -- ( num ) tags -- ( people ) notes -- ( whatever else ) | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] The childlike way in which she spoke made Sergei a bit uneasy at first. If Anne ever saw any real horrors, people dying in front of her very eyes, knowing the kind of pain that only comes from seeing actual combat where your life was on the line he feared the possibility of her breaking down. Of her not only losing all composure but losing that thread which he so identified as being crucial to her being: her innocence. Remaining silent for a moment, attempting to decide if he should bring it up or not. If he should confront her on the path she is going down, Sergei swallowed hard. Looking at at his feet buried a few inches in the sand. He had been digging them in there slowly over time and had finally got them into a nice cold patch of wet sand which felt nice to him though the temperature of cold had since eluded him since his fruit was eaten.
”You know what if one day though you don’t enjoy being a Marine anymore? Like what if you have to do something you don’t agree with?” Sergei posed the question, raising an eyebrow. It was all well and good to love what you do but Anne seemed to be ignorant to both sides of being a Marine. It was not all fun and games, it was hard, it was a long road full of peril. A road full of having to do what you’re told and not what you believe. Sergei had thought many times about what to do, if he was doing the right thing, every time he came to the conclusion that he needed to be a Marine. He needed to be a Marine in order to avoid becoming a Pirate or even worse... |
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Post by Anne Read on Nov 25, 2012 23:45:41 GMT -5
"Don't agree with?" Anne tilted her head, puzzled. She didn't quite 'get' the question. As the daughter of a former marine, a pretty famous individual at that, she had gotten an ingrained belief of 'marines good, pirates bad'. Why wouldn't she want to be with the marines? "I dunno." She finally answered shrugging.
",,,but." She started after a brief moment. "I'm sure they'll be times when I run across things I don't understand, or maybe even like. So when those times come, well...I'll just have to meet them head on!" She flashed a brilliant smile. "I'll give it my 1000%! And I won't stop till everything's alright. Because that's what marines do. Make things right."
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Post by Sergei KAFKA on Nov 26, 2012 14:22:06 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 130px;]words -- ( num ) tags -- ( people ) notes -- ( whatever else ) | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] Still quite the ignorant answer, Sergei flashed a smile however. Somehow her innocence resonated with him in a weird way and as they grew closer that resonating force grew stronger and stronger. He had the overwhelming urge to protect her even though such a thing would not be good for her and Sergei knew that. He knew that she needed to stand up on her own two feet regardless of what he wanted to do to help her. Someday they would have to part and Sergei couldn’t ponder that right now. ”That’s a pretty good answer, Anne. Pretty good.” He spoke, smiling, staring down at his feet some more for a moment.
”So is this all fishing in? Just sitting around? Man I could be taking a nap right now but I don’t want to leave you alone, what if a rampant Sea King comes and tries to eat you right off the shore!?” Sergei laughed, these waters were incredibly safe from Sea Kings meaning this beach could be an actual beach rather than a hazard zone. Some children ran by their spot, laughing, playing, Sergei watched them closely though did not seem to acknowledge them with any kind of facial expression. Watching them run off into the distance he was reminded again of his childhood though this time he swallowed it down immediately. |
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Post by Anne Read on Nov 26, 2012 15:21:58 GMT -5
"It's fine, it's fine~." She waved off the question. "Sea Kings don't show up in these waters. You can have my 100% guarantee on that! I'd never seen a Sea King in my life until I traversed out to the different seas." As an individual with the tendency to climb to the tallest point of any island, or in the case of her homeland, climb to the peak repeatedly, Anne had never even caught a glimpse of the terrible beasts that lurked the murky depths. From what she saw, they'd be a terrible threat to any populace that had to deal with them.
...Yet, she couldn't help but want to saddle one and ride it across the ocean. Like the ultimate piggy back ride. But with a saddle. And with Anne being unsure what qualified for half of these beasts backs.
"Well," She went on, "some people do more fancier things. Nets and boats. Those are the ones who live off fishin'. But this is all you need if you're just looking to spend a nice evening out in the sun." Anne paused, suddenly struck with an ideal. "...In fact boss, if you go get yourself a stick I can use my left over wire to make you a rod!" An utterly crude and no doubt ineffective rod, but hey, better then nothing right?
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