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high_seas2013-09-11 03:47 pm
grizzly_tea) wrote in high_seas2013-09-11 03:47 pm
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Preparing to set sail by the weekend
Who: Maribelle, Kyouya, and all interested applicants for joining her crew (In other words, if you're part of her crew, or want to be part of her crew, get in here.)
When: Wedensday afternoon
Where: Restful Night Tavern common room.
What: Preparing to set sail, bring a small contribution to funding the voyage for your starting supplies and our ship.
Warnings: None that I know of
Open or Closed: Open to all (even pirates who wish to leer at them)
Things were relatively quiet in the tavern at the moment, as only a few tavern regulars were present, and Maribelle patiently sat at the head of the table with Kyouya seated at her right. "Are you quite certain that everyone has the date and time for this meeting correct? I would hate to find that we are lacking in members simply because of communication." Of course, Maribelle was the one who had made most of the arrangements for this meeting, and had nearly sprung it on her counterpart at the last moment. So she certainly wouldn't hold him at fault for a lack of arrivals.
She glanced up at the door to the tavern, seeing it open but not recognizing the person who came through the door. Could it be one of Kyouya's applicants? She was of course, immensely disappointed when the individual instead saddled up to the bar to sit with some of the other regulars. Patience was a virtue, but it was a virtue of which Maribelle might be slightly... lacking. "Perhaps I should go see if I can find a few of them mulling about... or... no I suppose I should be here in case any of them do decide to be punctual."
She's just going to... sip her tea... and try not to let an irritated twitch show at the corner of her mouth. (OOC: Make sure to also hit up this post as well.)
When: Wedensday afternoon
Where: Restful Night Tavern common room.
What: Preparing to set sail, bring a small contribution to funding the voyage for your starting supplies and our ship.
Warnings: None that I know of
Open or Closed: Open to all (even pirates who wish to leer at them)
Things were relatively quiet in the tavern at the moment, as only a few tavern regulars were present, and Maribelle patiently sat at the head of the table with Kyouya seated at her right. "Are you quite certain that everyone has the date and time for this meeting correct? I would hate to find that we are lacking in members simply because of communication." Of course, Maribelle was the one who had made most of the arrangements for this meeting, and had nearly sprung it on her counterpart at the last moment. So she certainly wouldn't hold him at fault for a lack of arrivals.
She glanced up at the door to the tavern, seeing it open but not recognizing the person who came through the door. Could it be one of Kyouya's applicants? She was of course, immensely disappointed when the individual instead saddled up to the bar to sit with some of the other regulars. Patience was a virtue, but it was a virtue of which Maribelle might be slightly... lacking. "Perhaps I should go see if I can find a few of them mulling about... or... no I suppose I should be here in case any of them do decide to be punctual."
She's just going to... sip her tea... and try not to let an irritated twitch show at the corner of her mouth. (OOC: Make sure to also hit up this post as well.)
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Yeah.
He needed another drink.
"I guess I should feel lucky to be alive, but given one of enemies who was with me doesn't remember any of it, and none are my men are here, and I still have to call in reports to Headquarters whenever the time-shit sorts out, I'm not really feeling it right now. Sorry."
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"Dear Naga... you really must have been wrestling dragons with your bare hands to get this wounded." Little did she know that was merely a footnote in his very, very, long day. "Well so long as you are working for me, I will see to it that you receive as little paperwork to fill out as possible. Fighting men such as yourself are rarely well suited to it as it is, and there will be far more important matters for you to attend to than daily reports." She's pretty sure that's the kind of reports he was referring to at any rate.
"Hmm... With your permission, I would like to treat your injuries. I have studied in the healing arts since I was but a young girl, and I believe that I can have you feeling quite better in a matter of minutes." She pulls out her mend staff, tapping the tip of it to the palm of her hand.
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Smoker's eyes slide over at the offer. What are healing arts exactly? Nursing? Doctoring? Something else entirely? The marine has no idea how to process all this. And truth told, he's still kind of numb mentally. "Err, what exactly is that?" As inclined as he is to happily partake of mind-altering drugs at this point in time, having seen first hand what havoc such things wreaked on the children Caesar experimented on, better safe than sorry. Even if this might all just be some added nightmare tacked onto the previous one.
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"You meant to tell me that you've never seen a healing staff before? What a horribly barbaric world you must live in! Do you at least have basic herbs, vulneraries or elixirs?" It's no wonder he'd only received this kind of basic treatment if he'd never even seen a healing staff before.
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"That ought to do the trick... It's not perfect, and I can't restore lost limbs or anything too serious but..."
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"Wow."
Another shiver, but wounds closed as if he'd only been through a single fight, not five. "This is commonplace for where you're from?" He was astounded. If they had this in his own world, well it certainly would have changed the nature of the battlefield and all wars.
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