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Post by laurant on Jul 21, 2011 21:18:13 GMT -6
 Almost every other place this golden eyed young man as been to, midday was almost unbearably hot. But not in this town. Here, midday was still cool; cool enough for pants but warm enough for no jacket. This put the quiet gentleman in a relaxed mood as he strolled about the town while surrounded by strangers. His rich black hair seemed to have brown in it with the way the sun flickered. His eyes a sharp golden yellow, hidden behind a shadow casted from looking down. In one white gloved hand was his beloved black lighter with golden accents, his other hand shielding it from the wind as he flicked for a flame. After a few tries, the flame flickers and dances as it’s brought to the vanilla flavored cigarette in his mouth. Success, it’s lite and his mood continues to stay well. Which was expected, as his day was going quite well.
The day before he met this beautiful young woman whom he shared a bed with for the night, and in the morning she treated him to breakfast. And he treated himself to her wallet before he left. She never noticed, at least not when he was there. The filling breakfast kept him going until not too long ago, when an urge for a snack came along. He swiped an apple from a stranger's grocery sack and helped himself to it, casually ignoring the dirty glances from the children playing jump rope near by. Finishing the apple, and starting this new puff, he was quite pleased with how things were going today.
With no urge to court a woman, or permanently borrow anything, The golden eyed man wanders the town in search for a spot to sit and relax. With no prior knowledge of this place, that's certainty easier said then done. But after eavesdropping on passing conversations and learning his way about in pleased silence, he discovers a circular area in the marketplace with a nice tree and grass. Mentally congratulating himself for the find, he sits down against the tree. His black cello case that has been resting on his back this entire time was laid down carefully beside him. He wasn't in the mood to play such an instrument, but placed it in a way that would be silently boasting.
His gloved hands reached into his long black coat accented with white, to pull out a black case the shape of a flute. Cases don't lie in this situation. After unzipping the case the silent musician pulls out a black and gold flute, ready to be played. He puts the instrument to his lips just as a bird chirped in the tree above him. Entertained, he mimicked the sound to a t on his flute. By this time he wasn't paying attention to anything but his music as a graceful but complicated stream of notes flooded the air. The tune fit the atmosphere of this autumn midday almost perfectly, something the musician had a talent for. Fitting the mood.
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Post by BRONTË B. BEVIN on Jul 22, 2011 11:10:33 GMT -6
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There is an unmistakable presence to Admiral Momohato, as the public knows her by. She is not grandiose or particularly stunning visually. Often times, she does not wear her Admiral's garb and even more frequently, she likes to dress in a simple tie, collared-shirt, and flowing skirt to imitate some dreamy nature of a normal teenage girl. Her bed of long light blonde hair and her deep blue eyes are appealing to look at-- maybe even pretty to some. But there is little resembling an Admiral to the normal blokes of any town. However, there is somewhat of a beguiling nature about her. She is naturally steadfast, staunchly independent, incomprehensibly different, and a natural born leader. This grand aura about her is what convinces many that she is indeed one of the most powerful beings in the entire Marinal world.
Today as Thirteen waltzed down a street of the fresh island, she donned a tan flowing mantle, familiar black tie and white collar shirt, a simple dress and black heeled combat boots with leggings. A leather-bound journal was tucked in her gloved hands, and her long flowing hair blowing generously as she walked. In another familiar episode of "Thirteen-ditching-the-Marines", the girl had found herself traversing across this pleasant little island with an armada of Marines looking for the crafty little Admiral who disappeared last night. This was a game often played by Thirteen who liked to get away and spend some time by herself, and the exasperated Marines who would really like to bind the girl up and chain her to her ship if not for her awesome power.
As Thirteen walked towards the center of town, scribbling down thoughts every so often, she paused at a circular patch of grass and trees, a seemingly out-of-place adornment to the urbanized veranda of a town. The girl stared at the greenery with observant eyes, seemingly engrossed in this anomaly. But what really intrigued her the figure of a man with black hair and rich golden eyes sitting beside the tree with a cello beside him and flute on his lips. Thirteen watched as he seemed to pause and listen to the sounds around him before blowing into the hollow silver and bringing forth a gentle harmonious sound. The girl looked up at the tree to spot the source of his inspiration. Ahh, a bird singing autumn songs.
Thirteen was a brilliant-minded scholar. She liked to break apart sounds, facts, and science being the practical genius of the Marines. Walking toward the man and the tree, she knelt on her knees just a few feet away from the lad, with her journal and ink-pen scribbling casually onto the crisp white pages her observations. Looking up at the black-haired man, she very casually opened her mouth, "Breaking the song apart into its different qualities, including rhythm, pitch, tone, and repetition." Thirteen said loudly for him to hear, as if needlessly explaining his actions to the fellow himself. "A B-flat pitch, alternating iteracy. Must be a Singing Honeyeater-- a species of bird indigenous to this region." She finished and dotted the final details in her journal. Thirteen was a peculiar specimen indeed. Instead of enjoying the music, she chooses to tear things apart and analyze each scientific component of what is a normal activity. But then again, such is the peculiar nature of Admiral Thirteen...
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Post by laurant on Jul 22, 2011 11:58:53 GMT -6
The tune started slow, low, but climbed to an allegro pace into a minor chord that gave the song a sorrowful undertone. The musician was mesmerized by his music, his eyes open but not looking at anything. His fingers danced gracefully and quickly over the golden accented black flute. The pace of the people set the pace of his music, and the center of town seemed to be the busiest. There was just one pair of footsteps that sounded different, deliberate. The sounds were light, from that he could say they belonged to a woman. And were getting closer. If he stopped this melody now for this woman, it would loom in the air never to be finished. Like a movie cutting off at the climax, or the whole world coming to a sudden stop. And that cannot be done. So despite the woman unknowingly luring him away from his beloved flute, he continued the song.
As he slowed the song, preparing for a proper finish, the bird that he mimicked before had had chirped again. Hearing that it fit well within his work, he let it wriggle and fit into his musical puzzle. That right there is why he loves music. Every day sounds, beautiful to begin with, are so easy to add to and change. It's like this whole world was tempting him with their individual songs. Yearning to be played. The female had found herself a spot close to him, and just as he ended the song with beauty, he looked up at her.
His golden eyes flickered with a hint of joy. He started to clean his flute. This young beauty was indeed just that. Her light blonde hair with her deep blue eyes. This petite girl spouted nonsense, "Breaking the song apart into its different qualities, including rhythm, pitch, tone, and repetition. A B-flat pitch, alternating iteracy. Must be a Singing Honeyeater-- a species of bird indigenous to this region." For the knowledge she spoke, the voice surely did not match. A light chuckle escaped his smirking lips as he put the flute in its case, and set it on the cello.
He gently grabbed one of her hands in his, and brought it to his lips. "One with your beauty should enjoy the music, not dissect it." He said, his voice calm with a light chuckle. "Might you have a name?" Once a gentleman, always a gentleman. At least, this is what he likes to think. This young woman was certainly interesting, but who is she? Not many have come up to him spouting the words she had made sound beautiful. In fact, he would have ignored her if it weren't for those blue eyes of hers. They appealed to him quite a bit.
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Post by BRONTË B. BEVIN on Jul 22, 2011 12:25:15 GMT -6
[[
[/b][/size] SHE'S GOT HER HALO AND GUN HIDDEN - - - - - - -hidden under his eyes, but she's an angel for sure she just can't
stop telling lies, and it's too late for his love already caught in a trap» » » » » his angel's kiss was a joke![/size][/font] AND SHE'S NOT COMING BACK ![/font] - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/right] The fellow in front of her took her hand. Bringing to his lips and looking at her with his dazzling eyes. Thirteen leaned back, almost afraid this forward young man would be inclined to kiss her upon the lips as well. But she allowed him his introduction and politely receded her small hand away from his grasp. He was one of those gentlemanly figures, Thirteen deduced silently. A host, a playboy, a player. But with his bed of black hair and alluring golden eyes, he was also incredibly charming.
"Music is but a cacophony of vibrations with a basis in science. I am guessing you are a musician? Or rather, a scholar in musical arts." Thirteen said plainly, her tone undercut with a no-nonsense air. Social etiquette had been something this scholarly Admiral had gone without her entire life. Most would pin the man before her as an "artist", conducting a vivid array of harmonies. But to Thirteen, sound is very basic and very rudimentary. Sound is science, ergo music is science. Her gaze drifted to the bird perched on a limb of the tree, singing its song and lifting its head to the sun. Its speckled yellow wings glistened, and it took off into the air, flapping its wings with a gentle chirp.
"I thought a gentleman was supposed to introduce himself before asking for the name of a lady." Thirteen blinked. Her tone contained no hint of malice or annoyance, she was simply observing a peculiar phenomenon she had seen men like him had a habit of. "Although I guess that's not an idiosyncratic to any certain person." Her brow furrowed in thought before she shrugged it off and offered a polite bowed head, her blonde hair piling around her shoulder.
"My name is Thirteen." She said plainly but respectfully. "I am a Marine-- Well... I suppose not today. Today I am a tourist of this fine town." The girl offered a genuine smile before turning a head to observe the pleasantries of the quaint little streets. Aromas filled the air with sweet nectar, and the hustle of children laughing and adults talking filled the town with a vibrant air. Her stomach growled, nostrils filled with the delicious scents. Was it lunch time already?
ooc. EW SO SHORT.  sorrehh.. and a lot of grammar mistakes LOL sorry. too lazy to fix. i was writing this post while listening to music and that threw me off. next one will be betterr...
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Post by laurant on Jul 22, 2011 12:53:15 GMT -6
She certainly was entertaining. The woman had leaned back as he kissed her hand. He chuckled lightly. She spoke again, her words overtaken by science mumbojumbo, "Music is but a cacophony of vibrations with a basis in science. I am guessing you are a musician? Or rather, a scholar in musical arts." He shook his head, "Miss, I'm an artist. I use these 'cacophony of vibrations' to express emotion and create music." His voice was light and his words are true. He was never one to look at things with this verbal point of view she does. Granted, it's different from usual, but it's so.. Planned. As if fun is just another scientific definition for something.
"I thought a gentleman was supposed to introduce himself before asking for the name of a lady." She spoke again, seeming annoyed. "Although I guess that's not an idiosyncratic to any certain person." He grabbed his flute and put it away on the inside of his coat. Pulling out his lighter and cigarettes on his way out. "Each man is different, as is each woman." He looked at her as he pulled out a cigarette, "Do you mind?" He asked politely, not wanting to bother her.
"My name is Thirteen." She spoke, "I am a Marine-- Well... I suppose not today. Today I am a tourist of this fine town." A marine. From the way she spoke, she's one of the higher ranks as well. A feeling of hate rose up in him with the word. Marine. But unseen to the eye, he hid the feeling without any outward trouble. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Thirteen." He said kindly, with a smile, "I am Laurant Von Ritter, call me Knight or Laurant please."
"A marine, it seems to be my lucky day." He smiled, "I am but a wondering musician. But marines always interested me. May I know your rank?" His tone polite and happy, even though this was far from true. He's a simple pirate in search for a good crew. His father, a marine, was the cause for him to be sour with them. Though, he cannot be sour with a lady. That's uncalled for.
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Notes: Short as well. Oops. xD
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Post by BRONTË B. BEVIN on Jul 22, 2011 13:18:20 GMT -6
[[
[/b][/size] SHE'S GOT HER HALO AND GUN HIDDEN - - - - - - -hidden under his eyes, but she's an angel for sure she just can't
stop telling lies, and it's too late for his love already caught in a trap» » » » » his angel's kiss was a joke![/size][/font] AND SHE'S NOT COMING BACK ![/font] - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/right] He explained his profession quite beautifully. More beautifully than Thirteen could have understood. She was a straight-cut arrow who viewed things in a frank and simple nature. Abstract ideas like art, music, and philosophy are invariably difficult for her to understand. When the charming lad in front of her offered this explanation, Thirteen's head tilted ever-so-slightly, as if trying to deduce the fruitful meaning behind his confusing words. But one thing the girl did know about abstract ideas was that people had strong convictions about such passions-- and understanding that is best left unattempted.
He cased his instrument with subtle ease and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter at the same time. Thirteen watched as his nimble fingers fetched a cigarette from the package and look at her quizzically, asking if she minded. The blonde haired girl blinked, unsure of the intention of his question. "Well I guess I don't mind. It'd be presumptuous of me to take offense to what you want to do." She uttered slowly, not understanding that the cigarette and his question were correlated. In actuality, Thirteen was used to tobacco smoke. Being in the Marines, people whipped out pipes and cigars all the time, lighting up without bothering to ask if it was bothersome. So as the man in front of her extended this gesture, Thirteen wasn't sure exactly what she was supposed to mind.
"Nice to meet you Laurant-san. I don't generally meet many-- er-- musicians around these parts." Thirteen said, carefully catching his name. The back of her mind whirled quickly, piecing together the familiarity of his title and the wayward nature of how he conducted himself. There was something whimsical about him-- something natural and easy-spirited that he couldn't possibly be a simple civilian. Thirteen only smiled plainly, pushing these thoughts aside. Her ability of deduction had always been brilliant, although because of her social naivete, people often pin her as an innocent and unassuming free spirit.
Laurant's eyes seemed to twinkle with an underlying mischievous spirit for the briefest second as Thirteen exposed herself to being a Marine. The wheels in her mind clicked. Although he hid his inner emotions craftily well, Thirteen could tell there was a shift in the air around them and some inexplicable feeling was taking hold of him. Perhaps it was not wise to have told him she was a Marine? Was a casual dislike or were they going to be mortal enemies? As Laurant asked for her rank quite casually, Thirteen blinked, surprised at the forward nature of his question. Normally people never questioned who she was-- but then again, most people knew she was the legendary Admiral that lived 145 years in the abyss of Eponine Laboratory 6.
"I'm a simple girl; a simple Marine." Thirteen said smiling, her words not really a lie. She was pretty simple in nature. A part-cyborg, Logia Devil Fruit using, IQ-of-220, devilishly powerful simple country sailor. The way the girl shifted in her words was a pretty obvious lie however. She couldn't lie-- she was incomprehensibly bad at lying. But hopefully the man before her wouldn't notice this obvious attempt at deflection. "But I am strong. Do I look strong enough to be an Admiral?" She grinned impishly, pretending to be joking. Hoping Laurant would play along and tease her.
"It is a quarter past noon. I was thinking of finding a place to eat. The Marines run a nice cafeteria open to citizens down by the dock. The food there is quite nice and cheap at the same time. Would you care to join me?" Thirteen asked her new friend, eyes smiling. Normally, she'd never suggest such a forward location. But she knew today was rounds, and that almost every Marine would be sailing off the island, searching for the recently amber-alerted missing Admiral, and only the cabin boys would be around to run the cafeteria. There should be no trouble at all today...
ooc: i was thinking of exposing her as an admiral in the cafeteria. x3
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Post by laurant on Jul 22, 2011 14:04:06 GMT -6
The look in her eyes told him that she knew what he was saying when he told her he's a musician. Though her head tilted ever so slightly, and Laurant knew that to be one of two things. One, she was curious even more so. Or two, she was trying to dissect and understand what he said in a scientific matter. Could she not understand music as an expressible art form? Is she caught up so much so in her logic and reason, that art and music are foreign to her? Well, lack of understanding is expected in a marine. The pigs know little of emotion anyways, it's just sad to see that this beauty is no exception. "Well I guess I don't mind. It'd be presumptuous of me to take offense to what you want to do." Her reply to his cigarette question confused him slightly, but non the less she didn't mind. "It's polite for me to ask, there are some who don't like others smoking around them." He said simply as the cig lay lightly between his lips.
Flick, flick, flick. The flame wouldn't stay lit long enough to light his cigarette. After a small grunt of frustration, he attempted again. Flick, flick. Success. The flame licked the end of the cigarette, and it's now lit. "Ah, there we go." He said, his voice calm once again. This lighter had times where it didn't want to light, and this being is favorite, one and only lighter, it was a bit of a problem. Every time it does this, he has to make sure the outside of the lighter is fine. So he turns it in his hands, and sees no cracks or dents of the sort. He turns his head to the side and exhales several circles of smoke while placing the lighter on the cello case. Turning his head back to her, Laurant smiled gently. As a silent thank you, for not minding him smoking. Even though the marine must be around it a lot.
"Nice to meet you Laurant-san. I don't generally meet many-- er-- musicians around these parts." she spoke, correcting herself before she said the wrong word.
He chuckled lightly, "Please, there's no need to add '-san' to my name. Unless you prefer me to do the same for you." He smirked playfully at the beauty. He wanted to call her a detective, for the look in her eyes made him feel like he was being explained for everything he said. Just like his father used to do. He broke eye contact and took the cigarette out of his mouth and held it in his hand, between his fingers. A cloud of smoke escaped his mouth, directing at the ground. Marine or not, having smoke in the face isn't pleasant.
"I'm a simple girl; a simple Marine. But I am strong. Do I look strong enough to be an Admiral?"
An admiral? Her? He laughed quietly. "Oh, yes. You look strong enough to take me down with ease." He played along jokingly. But with what she had said, Laurant already knew who she was. Admiral Thirteen. It fit nicely. Though her look didn't. She looked small, too frail to be someone of that rank. So he ignored his thought. She chimed in again to break his thought process, "It is a quarter past noon. I was thinking of finding a place to eat. The Marines run a nice cafeteria open to citizens down by the dock. The food there is quite nice and cheap at the same time. Would you care to join me?"
She asked before he could. A smile slid across his lips, "I would be honored to join you." He said politely, bowing his head ever so slightly to show respect. "It'll be my treat, does that sound good?" He asked her. It's only right for the man to pay. That, and he's talking to a marine. Get one on his side, and there will be no bounty hunters or jail time to worry about. And with a beauty like hers, it's a pleasure to be around her. Marine or not.
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Post by BRONTË B. BEVIN on Jul 22, 2011 14:56:19 GMT -6
[[
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Generally people referred to her as Admiral Momohato, or maybe Thirteen-sama, but not Thirteen-san. Too lowly for a Marine her rank, but she only shook her head to symbolize she understood and that she'd refer to Laurant more genially. With each flickering motion however, Thirteen began more carefully analyzing his character, piecing together who he really was. A pirate... was Thirteen's logical guess although she didn't want to immediately jump to any firm conclusion. Musicians had become a staple in Pirate Crews especially since being one was not enough to put food on a table unless you were a Pirate. A wandering Musician nonetheless. But Thirteen didn't judge too rashly-- pirates are not all bad. That she understood before her memories flickered to a happier time.
"Oh that sounds nice. Of course." Thirteen smiled. If he wanted to pay for a meal, she wasn't going to stop him...
The Marines Cafeteria was a large expanse that sat next to the fish market, grilling up fresh seafood and other local vittles. It was an open-air cafe, facing the sea that resembled more of a tropical resort eatery than anything else. The place had always been run by Marine-appointed chefs and busboys, and no high-ranking officer ever really set foot in any of these cafeterias all across the seas. But it had been a smart idea to place a few of these eateries where Marines, after sailing long distances, can crash at a safe and government-funded location free of charge. The locals had also been granted to eat here, which had become a fine place to gather, gossip, and share a pint of liquor.
Waltzing in, Thirteen found an open table next to the corner of the cafe, surrounded by gorgeous blue water in the distance and floating white clouds. The dock below the cafeteria bustled with local seamen and fishermen, hauling gear on and off their vessels. She smiled at her new friend and offered him a seat, then sat across in the second empty chair. Very quickly, a boy strode over to them and placed a tea pot and two porcelain tea cups onto their table and whisked a pad out, looking at the two with bored eyes. Many of the employed people who worked here were just common folk-- locals who had a chance to earn a few bucks as servers or cooks in Marine cafes.
"Riceballs with umeboshi." Thirteen said, her voice polite and filling the air like honey. Rice balls with umeboshi was a generic meal, but her favorite nonetheless. She was a plain girl, didn't quite care for exotic foods or expensive meals. Stuck to the basics, this one did.
"This island is used as a fishing port. There isn't much tourism that goes on around here quite honestly." Thirteen admitted. "Although quite recently there had been a strong rapport of pirates going around these parts. As an officer, they sent me here to investigate." Thirteen lied. She escaped from the fleet was more like it, but she did hear around here for the past day that pirates were the hot topic of these ports. "Of course, I didn't ask you, are you a resident of these waters? Perhaps you've heard of the strange happenings around here."
Most people would ask a new acquaintance about their family life, or perhaps their hobbies. Thirteen never skirted around these topics-- she choose to dive right into whatever she was thinking. Speaking her mind came readily, and she was truly intrigued with the fellow in front of her. Was he truly a musician? Or perhaps a privateer of these waters...
ooc: didn't give you much to work with... dunno what else to say xD lol sorry.
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Post by laurant on Jul 22, 2011 16:19:04 GMT -6
A smile crossed over the marine's lips. This was an improvement. Laurant felt like we was getting further with her. Not that that was his goal -- he'd never do wrong to a female marine. She was his entertainment for the time being. Seeing as no one else had come to give him company. But seeing as they were going to eat, he picked up his lighter off his cello case and put it away. The cigarette, now finished, he tossed onto the walkway. He refused to toss a cigarette into the grass, in a childish fear that the ground would catch fire. He looked at Thirteen and smiled.
She understood not to add -san to his name. Which was good, since it made him uncomfortable. Though why, he wasn't sure. "Oh that sounds nice. Of course." She said, in a response to him offering to pay. He smiled at her, "It's the least I can do." He pulled the cello case onto his back gracefully.
The Marines Cafe. Beautiful, good food, but with marines. If he wasn't with such a beauty, he'd convince her to go somewhere else. But seeing as she is one, and to her he is just a wandering musician, he can't complain. Of course, the woman from last night works here. Or at least, he thinks she does. Well, what's it matter? If he's with Thirteen, this beautiful trap or a marine, that strange woman wont cause trouble. Which is good. He'd hate to look bad in front of another young woman.
Laurant followed the petite lass into the cafe, to a table in the corner. The view was beautiful. He stopped and looked out at the open water with wonder and pride, but only for a second. The lovely marine offered him a seat, and he took it with a spoken thank you. He made sure she was sitting before he spoke, "The ocean is as blue as your eyes." He said lightly, not putting much thought into his words. Tea cups and a tea put were set down by the waiter, which Laurant noticed to be a boy. Ever so quietly, Laurant sighed with relief. If it was that woman, there would be unneeded drama. The waiter pulled out a pad of paper and pen.
"Riceballs with umeboshi." Thirteen ordered, a simplistic but appeal dish. The musician smirked at the thought that it suits her.
"Hm, Alfredo pasta please." He ordered. He looked back at the marine when she spoke, "This island is used as a fishing port. There isn't much tourism that goes on around here quite honestly. Although quite recently there had been a strong rapport of pirates going around these parts. As an officer, they sent me here to investigate." A change in her body language hinted at uncomfort. Though Laurant already had a good idea she was lying, he wanted t see how long she can keep it up. "Of course, I didn't ask you, are you a resident of these waters? Perhaps you've heard of the strange happenings around here."
"I have heard that recently. Though I'm not from around here, so I didn't dabble any further then words." He lied smoothly. He's heard, he's even a part of this trouble. But as long as she's lying, he might as well too. "Have you had any run ins with pirates with your time being a marine?" He looked at her, his eyes flickering with entertainment.
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Post by BRONTË B. BEVIN on Jul 22, 2011 17:24:04 GMT -6
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The young server had then returned with a simple plate of rice balls for her and pasta for Laurant. Thirteen had never had a penchant for pasta or any Italian foods for that matter. Tomato sauce is too sour, and cheese too fattening for her liking. Simple meals were her mantra and especially being a Marine, it was important to eat light but filling meals at rigid intervals. She picked up a rice ball speckled with black sesame and took a generous bite. Her ears perked when he responded to her question with a resigned smile. He then proceeded to question if Thirteen herself had come across pirates in her time, to which the girl swallowed her mouthful of lunch and looked directly towards Laurant.
"Actually I..." She wondered how she was supposed to tell him that she had actually had many years of interaction aboard a pirate ship, or that this all occurred many many decades prior because she is a modified human with strange cell regeneration. These facts would unsettle anyone yet somehow, Thirteen felt oddly at peace with sharing this tidbit of information about her. "I have actually been a pirate before. Quite honestly, those were some of the most exciting moments of my life. Marine life doesn't compare." Thirteen preened cheerily and offered a honey-sounding laugh. In reality, the girl had been forced back into the Marines to protect the crew she left. Besides, she was an invaluable asset to the Marines and they weren't going to let their little weapon of mass destruction escape from their grasp.
Thirteen nibbled thoughtfully at her rice ball. Those had been the times. She lived more through those few years than she had ever done since. Truthfully, she didn't see much wrong being perpetrated by pirates either. They plundered other pirates, and they committed the scrappy little crimes against towns, but they were not people with evil hearts. The Marines would never understand and Thirteen gave up trying to convince them. She was content on following orders, but she was also a free-spirit, doing as her heart pleases. Being an Admiral doesn't hurt either. There are only so many other people she has to listen to. And suddenly as these thoughts rushed back into her mind, she looked up at Laurant, heart filled with a wild impulse.
"I'm an Admiral." Thirteen blurted rather bluntly, eyes wide. "I lied before. Although, I suspect you may have already gathered... but yes, I am an Marine Admiral who has had a taste of the pirate's life." She admitted. Because of her tone and the matter-of-fact expression she wore, it probably looked as though she was mental. Stating so emotionlessly that she was an Admiral, few would be inclined to believe her.
"Admiral Momohato." She bowed her head to re-introduce herself formally. "And now I know... you're the pirate aren't you? There was quite a commotion last night and this morning of a charming man courting a woman and making off with her money. I figured it had been you, the way the lady described the fellow. Although I never suspected a pirate being behind it. Is it not a bit rude to do such a thing to a lady?" Thirteen asked, tilting her head, talking in more of a motherly way than scolding fashion. She was not picking a fight-- there was no ill intent in her voice. She was simply terribly intrigued by this wandering musical pirate. What a day it was...
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Post by Ace Pandora Dusk on Jul 22, 2011 21:58:07 GMT -6
 `` "STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU PERVERT!"
`` A voice roared out into the space of a pub. A shatter of a beer glass was heard as it was thrown against the wall. The beer glass had apparently been directed at a man. Followed shortly after with a bolt of lightning erupting out of the bar's opening, shorting out the power in the bar itself and nearby areas. A figure walked out of the bar itself, out of the darkness that she had created. "Don't expect to live after this." said Ace bitterly as she placed her leather combat boot on his chest. The poor man's eyes widened, his mouth let out an scream as Ace electrocuted him with her logia's lightning.
`` His eyes rolled back into his head, the whites only showing as a trail of smoke rise from the blackened footprint mark on the victim's chest. "Perv." spat Ace with a distaste. This man had apparently been feeling up her butt while she was minding her own business and enjoying her cup of cool sake. Seriously, some men needed to think before doing something so stupid. Ace began to walked away from the pub, no longer in the mood to drink. She stepped on top of the man who she had just killed and continued her away.
`` She had very little mercy in her. Making her into one of the most fearless women of the sea. The female ran her fingers through her purplish brunette hair as she continued with her very casual stroll. Her worn out leather combat boot barely made any noises with each step she took. The female wore a simple worn out dark green ripped tank top that exposed her lower half of her body. Along with the shirt was a pair of too small ripped shorts, the button and the zipper left open but covered up by a thick brown belt. A dark crimson red coat was resting on the female's shoulders. The writing on the back of the coat was so faded that you couldn't even tell what it is.
`` In truth, this was a captain's marine jacket. All torn and worn out from all of the battles it had been through, as a marine and as a pirate. The crimson hue was from all of the blood of Ace's opponent had slain to get to this point. She was a captain of a rather big crew, wielded one of the logias, and a yonkou. The brunette held onto a pure golden staff, which was rather fitting for a yonkou. Especially when she ruled almost like a queen. After all the nickname that the Marines had given her was "Thunderin' Queen Ace"
`` Now, why was she in such a small town like this? Honestly, she doesn't know why. She was here just because she was here. There was no special reasons behind the fact that she was here other than restocking her ship up before heading of into the New World where her kingdom is. A part of the New World was hers to rule over as a queen and an emperor.
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Post by laurant on Jul 23, 2011 9:31:53 GMT -6
"I apologize, I'm not quite good naming specific colors." He said modestly, "But your eyes are beautiful none the less." Her tone was sharp and plain. And for all the science she's babbled before, Laurant was partially surprised she had an eye for colors. But then again, most women do. She confused him quite well. His actions and comments would usually make a young woman do one of two things. One, fall for him. Or two, lash out against him. But Thirteen did neither, besides talk her usual logic. If that's how to say it. She was confusing, but entertaining. She sounded ahead of how she looked, and that made it hard for Laurant to pin an age range on her. Not that it mattered, he doesn't have the patience to woo this woman into bed. He'd keep her mainly as a casual contact, a friend. Marines are helpful to a pirate with no crew.
The pasta had arrived. Laurant's face lit up as he thanked the server. "Perfect, as always." He mumbled. The angel hair noodles lathered with alfredo sauce in perfection. He started to eat his meal, when the petite marine answered his question. "Actually I..." She paused for a second, "I have actually been a pirate before. Quite honestly, those were some of the most exciting moments of my life. Marine life doesn't compare."
Wait, what?
Laurant looked up at her as a chuckle escaped his lips. "Marine life is boring, and causes them to be away from home a lot." He said simply, "My father is a marine." When mentioning his dad, the musician's tone got monotone. His father disowned him, so he disowns his father. After all, it was his older brother that everyone cared for. Not Laurant. He looked at Thirteen and smiled a bit, "But you gotta do what you gotta do." He said lightly.
"I'm an Admiral." She blurted, her stunning eyes wider then before, "I lied before. Although, I suspect you may have already gathered... but yes, I am an Marine Admiral who has had a taste of the pirate's life. Admiral Momohato." She re introduced herself, "And now I know... you're the pirate aren't you? There was quite a commotion last night and this morning of a charming man courting a woman and making off with her money. I figured it had been you, the way the lady described the fellow. Although I never suspected a pirate being behind it. Is it not a bit rude to do such a thing to a lady?"
"Admiral Momohato." Laurant said with ease, "I've guessed before.." He smiled a bit, glad she had revealed herself. But now it was time for him to do the same, and he felt more worried then he should. Telling a marine admiral you're a thieving pirate with no crew and family. Well, the pirate part will be told. "I must be honest as well," The musician said, "I am a pirate. Just a pirate in search for a crew." He added in the crew detail on impulse. Maybe to make himself seem less then a threat. Because in all honesty, she could take him in right now. Couldn't she? "Though I must be honest, you're such a beautiful petite young woman to be an Admiral. I'm impressed." He spoke, a slight chuckle with his last word. He's heard of her before, stories and myths a like. But he's never imagined her to look so.. harmless. Good move on the marines, this cutie only poses a threat when she needs to.
He was reluctant to acknowledge her last question. "I am the pirate in question, ma'am." He spoke simply, "It can be seen as rude, but it's how I live. Wandering the seas on your own isn't easy. So I make it work with however I can." He was being honest with her. It's not worth it to lie to an admiral. "I apologize if it has caused you any trouble." Best to cover all grounds. He wasn't sure with what she was getting at to bring this topic up, but it would be nice to walk away from this entire situation as a free man.
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Notes: Ace, not sure what to do with your charrie since Laurant is in the corner of the restaurant and she's not. ^^;
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Post by BRONTË B. BEVIN on Jul 23, 2011 10:36:47 GMT -6
[[
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He talked of his father quite simply though, and Thirteen tilted her head wondering what had caused the promising young man before her to renounce what his father was and become a pirate instead. "Well I imagine your father can't be happy. With your chosen profession." The girl stated, knowing this fact must be true. There must have been a lot of tension and conflict to have made Laurant deflect over to the side of the pirates. But then again, Thirteen understood this allure. It was an insane lifestyle on high adventurous seas, no one to tell you what to do, free to do whatever one pleased. Her hand slid over to brush a strand of loose hair behind her ear, pausing in thought.
Thirteen smiled at his next words. It was typical for people to question how old she really was because of the almost-teenage looking body she had, compared to the 100-odd years of knowledge she possessed. It made for a truly impressive specimen. That was why Thirteen is regarded as the elite of the elite in the Marines. Chronically the oldest Admiral-- yet seemingly the youngest. It confused the hell out of most people.
"A pirate in search of a crew." Thirteen repeated his words. She paused thoughtfully, blue eyes narrowed. Well what a coincidence... there was another pirate on the island too she noted, feeling the presence of another powerful being occupying these waters. Thirteen had fine-tuned a special skill of hers, now able to correctly identify most that crossed the sphere she was in. She had studied this one before-- the Yonkou Ace Pandora Xtar, captain of her own prominent crew of miscreants. A Logia-fruit user-- what was it again? Electricity, that was right. Thirteen's mind whirled. Quite a powerful woman indeed. Ruthless too. The girl understood that Yonkous typically outranked her in power, but she also knew that she herself was a formidable match indeed. Despite being a "lowly" Admiral, Thirteen had nearly 150 years of battle prowess and unspeakable powers of horror. Hopefully, she wouldn't have to deal with the presence in an undesirable way. The girl hated conflict.
"Don't look now, but there is a new person of interest around these waters." Thirteen said smoothly, smiling as she looked past the cafeteria. "Possibly someone of interest to you."
Rising up from her seat, she looked determined. "Come. Let us investigate." Thirteen smiled at Laurant, intrigued by the new adventure ahead.
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There was quite a spectacle outside; a small crowd had already gathered to witness the strange accident that occurred within the bar. What was left of the place anyways, as Thirteen looked at the charred remains of what looked to be a wood infrastructure. Smoke rose, billowing into the blue air, as a barkeep stood in the corner, already talking to a group of Marines. He looked shell-shocked, as did the rest of the wary townsfolk who stumbled breathlessly out of the pub. As the commotion was winding down, a familiar sight caught the corner of Thirteen's eye.
A torn blood-stained Captain's jacket. No real Marine was audacious enough to don such a relic. Thirteen's eyes glazed up to meet the eye of the woman whom the jacket belonged to.
"Ace Pandora Xtar." Thirteen said out loud.
ooc: 13 doesn't know ace is married btw. sucky post sorrryyy. just trying to type something out. ajhdklah.kjaf;;
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Post by Ace Pandora Dusk on Jul 23, 2011 15:56:18 GMT -6
`` "Ace Pandora Xtar." said a voice. She smirked, it has been a while since she had been called by her maiden name. She turned around seeing a woman, long blonde golden hair with light brilliant blue eyes. Admiral Thirteen. "Ah, I think you meant to say, Ace Pandora Dusk." said the brunette, her light brown eyes looking at the admiral. Her left hand in her shorts' pocket while the other hand held onto her golden staff. Nothing special about it really. It was a very simple staff, made out of pure gold, the word 'Aisu-' engraved into the upper part of the staff.
`` The female looked at the admiral once again. She had heard of this particular admiral. In honesty, Ace did somewhat respect her only cause she was a woman high in power. Ace liked the idea of woman being dominant in terms of power. Even if it was a high marine position. She smiled at the admiral, she had no intentions of fighting her. Ace only fought whenever something pisses her off or if herself and/or her crew gets attacked at. "What brings an admiral here to this small town?" asked Ace.
`` "How could you kill my friend?!" yelled a man's voice from behind Ace. 'Great another thing to deal with.' thought Ace as she turned around, seeing a man charging at her. Ace seized the man by the shirt,"Get the fuck out of my life you worthless pig." said Ace rather bitterly as she threw him into the ground headfirst. Sounds of cracking bones and the grounds getting dented in were heard as the poor man was either killed or knocked out for a very long time. Ace's turned back to the Admiral. "Sorry about the inconvinces I have caused you guys." said Ace, her smirk returning back to her face expression, showing that she wasn't serious about the 'inconviences' that she had caused today.
| Tags: Padme and Pandie~~ | Notes: It's okay guys XP annndd I'm too lazy to make my text look purrty and colorful~ | Words: 336 |
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Post by laurant on Jul 23, 2011 16:31:22 GMT -6
"Well I imagine your father can't be happy. With your chosen profession." The petite marine said. The musician couldn't help but to let out a heart laugh, "I haven't seen him in over five years, nor do I care what he feels." He said quite seriously, despite the laugh. His golden yellow eyes were filled with angry sorrow. "He disowned me, so I did the same to him. You know, I almost became a marine before that happened." He smiled at her. His words were true, he was to live on his family's reputation of being strong marines. And even though it wasn't Laurant's calling, he would have held onto it if things hadn't turned for the worst so many years ago.
The only way for him to even think of becoming a marine was to fall for one. Which meant being loyal. And that seemed impossible for him. So therefore, him becoming a marine was seemingly impossible. And that thought pleased the musician. The lustful gentleman was still a rebelling teen at heart. With a personality no one could manage to tame. That wild undertone was constant in his eyes, making him alluring for quite the variety of women. but especially without a crew, at the end of the day, he never felt one-hundred percent happy with his life. "A pirate in search of a crew." The admiral repeated his words, as if a silent echo of his thoughts. He nodded in silence.
"Don't look now, but there is a new person of interest around these waters." The petite marine spoke with a smile, "Possibly someone of interest to you." She stood, "Come. Let us investigate."
There she goes, confusing him again. But none the less, the musician put the right amount of money on the table and grabbed his cello, following the small girl outside.
Outside wasn't how it was last time they were out. A small crowd formed around a barely dressed woman with a crazy look to her and a ruined pub. His golden yellow eyes noted other marines and civilians besides the crazed young woman in the center. "Ace Pandora Xtar." The admiral spoke in a tone that was new from her to his ears. He looked between the two in silence. How the hell could this whack job be interested in him?
"Ah, I think you meant to say, Ace Pandora Dusk."
The beautiful, barely covered woman spoke. A laugh broke out of Laurant. She's married? This woman is married? Of all people on the earth, it's like Laurant marrying a non-sinner. It just doesn't work that way. A man interrupted after Ace's question to Thirteen. The crazed -- married -- woman killed him with ease. "Sorry about the inconvinces I have caused you guys." She spoke, not meaning any word from her tone.
Laurant approaches the dead, bloody body near the woman with ease. The cello case on his back bounced a bit as he knelt next to the fresh corpse and raided his pockets. He pulls out a cheap lighter, which he tosses on the smashed head, and a wallet. After emptying the wallet of anything worth value, he tosses it right on top of the lighter. Pocketing the money, he stands up before Ace.
"Madam, I am Laurant Von Ritter, it's a pleasure to meet a woman of your strength. Pay my actions no attention, I meant you nothing ill." He said respectfully, bowing a bit. He didn't dare reach out to touch her, and stayed a decent distance away. He had a good feel for these type of people. And he hopes he acted in a way that wont get him killed.
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sorrehh.. and a lot of grammar mistakes LOL sorry. too lazy to fix. i was writing this post while listening to music and that threw me off. next one will be betterr...
