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fierybluebird) wrote2013-07-14 10:46 pm
fierybluebird) wrote2013-07-14 10:46 pm
Action / Voice
[A: Action has a ridiculously cheerful Marco wandering Luceti, actually walking, not flying. This is because he's walking his Pops' dog. A big white dog with a mustache on its face. The same crescent moon mustache that can be seen on Marco's tattoo. Well they say pets take after their owners...]
[Though I'm pretty sure that's not how it's meant.]
Fetch, Stefan!
[The dog barks and goes bounding after the white frisbee, only to stop as it hits the ground. What you expected him to catch it? Or actually fetch it? No. He gives Marco a quizzical stare instead, like what the hell is he supposed to do with it? Marco deadpans him right back.]
What, you were expecting this? [He holds up a white boomerang instead. And Stefan barks. With a small sigh Marco tosses it, fetches the fallen frisbee himself, and the dog goes racing after the boomerang. Including when it comes back to Marco, who just holds up a hand and catches it.] I don't know if you're just that lazy or he gave you bad habits, eh? [But Marco gives the dog a treat and an affectionate face rub anyway. Seems his Pops wasn't the only one giving him bad habits. In any case, feel free to spot him anywhere outside and stop and say hello or join him, both Marco and Stefan are quite friendly.]
[B. Voice: After fetching food for dinner (fish and mostly vegetarian things, sorry Robin, he's been cooking with Leanne in mind) and stopping to actually return books to the library instead of just stealing them indefinitely like the pirate he is, Marco lazily grabs a spot in the garden near the Straw Hat house.]
Hello Luceti.
I'm Captain Marco, of the Whitebeards, though there's really only me left of us here. I suppose that goes for a lot of the pirates left here, eh? In any case, if you're a lost new feather, give me a call, and I can come flying out there. And for everyone, I pose to you a question.
All worlds seem to have their own ways of preserving history, and some of burying it. In my own world, I think we go for the latter more often than not. Perhaps ironically, one of the strangest things about being a pirate is that we also uncover and preserve a lot of history. Accidentally, or because of treasure and legends. What one pirate might find to be treasure, the rest of the world might see as useless junk. My father was big on preserving history through stories. When you pass on legends, you keep them real in a way nothing solid can. So my question quite simply, is what do you or your worlds do to preserve history and stories? And what do you do if it's destroyed, eh?
Thanks.
[Though I'm pretty sure that's not how it's meant.]
Fetch, Stefan!
[The dog barks and goes bounding after the white frisbee, only to stop as it hits the ground. What you expected him to catch it? Or actually fetch it? No. He gives Marco a quizzical stare instead, like what the hell is he supposed to do with it? Marco deadpans him right back.]
What, you were expecting this? [He holds up a white boomerang instead. And Stefan barks. With a small sigh Marco tosses it, fetches the fallen frisbee himself, and the dog goes racing after the boomerang. Including when it comes back to Marco, who just holds up a hand and catches it.] I don't know if you're just that lazy or he gave you bad habits, eh? [But Marco gives the dog a treat and an affectionate face rub anyway. Seems his Pops wasn't the only one giving him bad habits. In any case, feel free to spot him anywhere outside and stop and say hello or join him, both Marco and Stefan are quite friendly.]
[B. Voice: After fetching food for dinner (fish and mostly vegetarian things, sorry Robin, he's been cooking with Leanne in mind) and stopping to actually return books to the library instead of just stealing them indefinitely like the pirate he is, Marco lazily grabs a spot in the garden near the Straw Hat house.]
Hello Luceti.
I'm Captain Marco, of the Whitebeards, though there's really only me left of us here. I suppose that goes for a lot of the pirates left here, eh? In any case, if you're a lost new feather, give me a call, and I can come flying out there. And for everyone, I pose to you a question.
All worlds seem to have their own ways of preserving history, and some of burying it. In my own world, I think we go for the latter more often than not. Perhaps ironically, one of the strangest things about being a pirate is that we also uncover and preserve a lot of history. Accidentally, or because of treasure and legends. What one pirate might find to be treasure, the rest of the world might see as useless junk. My father was big on preserving history through stories. When you pass on legends, you keep them real in a way nothing solid can. So my question quite simply, is what do you or your worlds do to preserve history and stories? And what do you do if it's destroyed, eh?
Thanks.
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I'm not sure I understand what you're saying, 'Captain.'
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He's not a keen judge of character, but he'll do the trick. Unless, of course, you're allergic to dogs. Matey.
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You're going to let a dog be the judge?
[Good sir, you're mad.]
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[He could always go back to kicking your ass.]
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... If you say that the dog shall decide, then we shall let the dog decide.
Time and location, please.
voice;
[And there's a small smirk. That's a line right out of his own book.]
Cafe. Half an hour. If you have your pirate marks, stash them somewhere safe or I'm taking them back.
[IT'S ON!]
voice;---> action
[This man was truly mad. Barnaby knew that the answer wouldn't be worth the effort of completing his thought. He snapped the book shut without bothering to finish the sentence and set off immediately. It was always wise to be the first one on the scene no matter the affair-- he planned to scope out the location and the people there in the moments he had, and get as accurate assessment of what he would have to deal with should a fight break out.
He doesn't run from Community House 1, but he arrives quickly. His jacket was left behind in his apartment, both because of the heat and for safety reasons. His fitted black tee remained, and his neon pink wings were flattened against his back but shamelessly exposed.
Where was Marco in all of this?]
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Sic 'im, Stefan!
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action -- pffft
He lifted an eyebrow at the man.]
That's an incredibly smart dog. [completely. deadpan.] He might even be able to hold a witty conversation with the Queen of England. You should test him someday.
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[Stefan, meanwhile, barks happily and pads around Bunny and wags his tail, clearly expecting treats. Then looks back at Marco. Then at Bunny again. Yeah, the dog is an idiot and no help.]
Well, you aren't Chameleone. So who are you? [Arches an eyebrow and strokes his chin.] Although I promised to answer your questions first, eh.
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[Barnaby watched the dog's behavior, noting that it was either just another dog (who happened to have a mustache) or that it could possibly be genuinely confused.]
Although, it doesn't seem like Stefan would care one way or another. Some loyalty.
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[Marco tosses the dog a banana-shaped chew toy and the dog merrily gnaws away on it, curled up next to Marco. The pirate then kicks out the chair opposite him from the table and gestures for Barnaby to sit down.]
Chameleone is the only one I can think of capable of mimicking my voice. However... I have heard of people here from other worlds having the same face as friends of people back home. [A birdlike head-tilt.] So I'll grant, it's possible. [Eyes narrow.] If unlikely.
[Also don't mind Stefan sniffing your hand. Like Bunny noted, he's not that bright.]
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even if he was totally not a fan of dogs. totally. He pulled out a seat as well, mulling over Marco's words. They sounded absurd, but...]Very unlikely. [He coolly eyed Marco from over his glasses in a way that was definitely not like a cute bunny.] I also thought you were someone from home, but he wouldn't have made an entrance quite like that.
[Origami wouldn't have introduced himself publically at all, but stealthed around and randomly appear without invitation until people started to recognize him. It was simply photobombing taken to a different level.]
We have the same voice, and we both know someone who can copy another's face. It looks like we have some interesting odds here.
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Feel free to ask your questions, eh? [Since the sooner Barnaby did, the sooner Marco could ask his own.]
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I'm still fairly new to this town, and there's many things that I don't yet know. But...are you really who you say you are?
[Paranoia, thy name is Barnaby.]
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My father's name was Edward Newgate, but he was better known to the world as Whitebeard, the strongest man in my world. He adopted me ages ago and I served as first mate until his fairly recent death. It's been over two years in Luceti since then, but it often still feels like yesterday.
I had little brothers here with me, but they're gone now. My fiance, Robin, is still here, and part of me worries it's only because I'm here that the Malnosso bothered keeping her since the rest of her crew was sent home.
If you've met Doctor Law, he is from my world and can certify my credentials, and I think I heard Japan is back, he might have my bounty poster still.
You've seen my Stefan's mustache, it matched my Pops' and thus the symbol on my chest. Only an idiot would bother making a tattoo of that dogs face, eh.
If there's something else I can do to prove it, name it, yoi.
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He placed shifted his weight on his feet and placed his hand at his hip as he considered this.]
...This place is too strange to bother questioning. [He sighed.] I don't know why I even bother anymore.
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Who are you?
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If you've ever met a Pao-Lin Huang or a Kotetsu T. Kaburagi, I'm one of their associates. Unfortunately, I've been informed that Kotetsu-san and I just missed eachother.
[Translation: Give him any info you have.]
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[A head tilt.] All I know of Kotetsu was that he had the same voice as Sanji, my girlfriend's nakama -- err, associate I guess you could say. That is truly strange, yoi.
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Kotetsu-san and I are a team. It figures that this world would play a trick like this on him too.
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Well, he is a clumsy and foolish old man, but he has a way with people.
...At least he didn't break everything.
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