sailedfirst | III. [Action: July 15th--19th]

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III. [Action: July 15th--19th]

[It's been a week since Luffy was brought back home. The first few days were hard; the fact Sabo might never see him again and he's helpless to do anything about it still cuts deep. But he and Ace promised to keep living, keep moving forward. It's what they've always done, and Sabo's not about to stop now. And so to avoid moping so much, he decides to get busy.]

[July 15-19 -- Mornings, the Library]
[He'll be seen occupying a table in the library, with large sheets of paper spread out and books lying open all around him. The books are noticeably all about ships and how to build them. He's busy sketching out blueprints of a small sea-faring vessel. he's obviously not an expert, so the blueprint's almost cartoony and not accurate with regards to the finer details, like measurements and stuff, but he's got most of the main parts down.

On the 19th, he'll open his journal to ask something.]

[Voice]

Hey, are there any shipwrights around here? Or anyone who knows anything about making boats or ships?

[Afternoons (except the 17th), the beach/the mountain]
[Afternoons are spent out in the beach, just looking out to the sea, and/or exploring the nearby mountain in the hopes of meeting the Wind spirit Kipinn.]

[Evenings, the Battledome]
[Sabo can be found in the Battledome. The simulation shows a wide forest, with towering trees and a huge mountain looming behind. Sabo's armed with his usual pipe staff, and his chosen opponent is an old acquaintance to the ASL brothers: the Great Tiger of Mt. Corvo.

Even knowing he's no match by himself, he'll fight on determinedly. Of course, he's just going to get smacked around by the giant paws or batted away by that bludgeon-like tail. But he'll get up, again and again, until the auto-abort kicks in due to the boy's over-exhaustion. At one point, his journal will get knocked aside and start recording one of these fights on video.

Once he catches his breath, he'll rest a bit within a peaceful simulation of a cliff overlooking a wide blue sea, before making his way home.]

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[Ace decided to check out the Battle Dome for a change, and who does he find but Sabo... right after getting his ass kicked and staring out at the ocean. Fuck he wants to get this kid out on the sea.

So he'll just take seat next to you, bro.] I'm going to get you the real thing someday.

[Marco is also trying to read more nonfiction for a change of pace, which means starting with things that actually interest him. Ships aren't as interesting as animals, but probably something useful to learn more about, right? Though he's never going to be a carpenter, at least it would help to learn a thing or two in case none of the Whitebeard shipwrights do ever show up.

Which is when he spots his youngest of brothers.

Time to sneak up on him. Hopefully Sabo won't scream too much when a pair of hands suddenly cover his goggles. Marco makes his voice deeper and raspier, just to throw the kid off.]

Guess who, eh.

[It'd work better without that verbal tic.]

[At the library, Sabo might notice he's not alone there on the last day. There's someone a few tables away, surrounded by a complete mess of papers and writing tools and some book and notebooks. She's asleep on one of her notebooks, breathing peacefully as the sunlight filters through a few of the windows and warms her back and wings.

The papers all have strange symbols on them, like writing but without words. Runes, sybols, and scribbly notes and drawings are under a few. Practice. Routine practice for Norma on her Relares, but she got so carried away she fell asleep...again. Or, maybe, like usual. She's even still got a a quill pen in her one hand.

But what's unusual is the brilliantly colored jewel fragment near one of her hands - the one not holding the pen. It's shining in the dim sunlight and throwing its colors onto the ceiling as well. Blue, green, and aqua...colors like the sea. In fact, the way the patterns of light and colors dance along the ceiling of the library, one might think they were staring at the sun flitting through between the waves themselves.]

Are you trying to make a ship, Sabo-kun?

[A pretty obvious question given his own inquiry, but Perona's curious. She'd like to have a ship made, too, or just go on one of the others present at the ocean, just to feel a little less homesick for the sea. She could very well fly over the ocean if she so chose to, but it's not the same as sailing. Not the same as leaning over the edge of a ship's railing, watching and hearing the water rush by, not the same as watching a flag flutter undaunted in the sea breeze...

She sighs, and leans her face on one hand, tracing pictures on her desk with her finger. Her jolly roger, and Moria's, and a few seakings. She even misses those to a degree. Ugh.]

[Come the return of the sweltering heat after the storm, Nami's decided to say screw it to all other obligations and head out for the beach herself, if only so she can avoid thinking too hard about certain missing captains. Distractions are useful things.

She's pretty far out. She has no ship, but she does have a sailboard, and those things are damn fun.

...is that a child on the beach?]

[You know he's all for fighting strong opponents - he's been doing that at the Dome himself. but between one of his rest breaks he sees in one of the rooms he wasn't using some little kid getting the shit beat out of him by a giant tiger demon. He's actually tempted to put a stop to the sim himself, but he indeed goes to try to open the door, see if he can't get in.

If he can't he'll just. Wait for it to die down and ask the kid if he's okay]

[It's becoming a well-established fact that if you're in the vicinity of the beach, at some point, you'll get a rather large mermaid shyly watching you from the waves.

She still hasn't figured out that her big hair loops stick up well above the waves.

Feel like saying hi to a Mermaid Princess, Sabo?]

Edited 2012-07-20 19:40 (UTC)

[Robin, as it happens, is already in the library when she hears him, his voice coming through the air rather than the journal. She pauses for a moment, wondering whether she should find him and intrude. It seems almost cruel to remind him of what he doesn't have any more. But... at least she can say something]

[She finds him sitting at the table, eyeing his blueprints as she leans against the shelf]

Going somewhere?

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[action] 19th/evening

[Action] 18th Library

[Action]

[Voice]

[action] 19th/afternoon

whatever day at the Dome